BLOOD RELATED ENEMIES. blood relatives often have nothing to do with family,and similarly, family is about who you choose to make your life with

“Young man, have you finished what brought you here?” The bald headed quiet mean man asked. “No, not yet.” He answered boldly then continued, “ask her?” Across the table was a chunky middle aged woman enjoying her eating hobby, dressed in one of those extra large sleeping dresses that took designers an extra hour taking measurements and the tailor several overtimes to sew, she took a last long sip loudly then pushed the large white bowl of a mixture of goat legs, cow bones soup with satisfaction then let out a loud sigh. She then gave her husband a suggestive look. 

Tapping his feet enthusiastically, he stood to his feet and blurted, “Considering the number of people here presently, I guess you should leave.” “But, but, buuut college application dates are around the corner, I may not be advantaged to secure one if I leave for the village tomorrow.” He stammered, staring at his aunt who gave him a wicked look that could not even be compared to the one Alladin was given by jafaar in the animated movie the return of Jafaar. “Go, we will call you when everything is ready.” She said. 

He sulked in the sofa sadly, covered with a cloud of thought. The greedy uncle walked to his bedroom door followed by her ugly fat wife. Now, why did this rather intelligent man marry this type of ugly black female? What was wrong with him at the moment he was seducing her? Was he drunk? Or maybe he met her at night and stuck to the character of dating in the cover of darkness till he was lured into marriage. 

He was awoken from his stupor by a click of the light switch and a big dark figure reached for the TV remote in order to turn it off. It was her aunt who returned to exercise her last act of wickedness of the day. He was used to it. After a few minutes the nocturnal alpha male waded through the darkness but before he reached his mat bed in the kitchen store, he heard voices then stood still in order to listen carefully. “Ugh! Her again” He murmured. The aunt was saying a prayer to her sick brother Tenn. who had been bed ridden for days. “This is why he won’t ever recover; wickedness and prayer can’t merge to bring anything fruitful.” He thought. Veen spread his mat, and then laid his athletic figure on it staring at the ceiling hoping to catch some sleep before the execution of his eviction order earlier the next morning.

This is just the story of Veen. How many youths and children suffer in the hands of their relatives today? And why should a blood relative be so wicked. Of course laziness should not be tolerated too.