Am Bishop Gerry by name, i am writing this......it was still an all white Snow remains day and i can vividly say i'd had a very good day.So i came down from the train in Twinkenham that was as speedy as a rocket (am not complaining).As i came off the platform, just about to board the local black cab, i looked up the road ,surprisingly i saw this old geez who was equally as excited to see me as i'd.We knew from somewhere i the past where i was a regular,he worked as a Chef .He requested for a walk as he desired to pick up his kids as part of his sudden school run obligation.We talked about family life and i asked if he has since seen some of my old town cruisers to which he said no.
Well after the pleasant family rapport he literally switched to a stressed talking mood facially,he vocals sound and also the angry walk in a bow on the snowy field.I decided to be advertent about to the vibes.The wife had left him with their three kids and vamoosed to the Kilimanjaro nation.She relocated to the u,k ages ago ahead of him,she works as a med rep and Spiro as he is called enjoys Chef craft by qualification.As a couple they have a four bed house,apparently an additional room was recently constructed to make up the four bed .Because has mother in-law has arrived to possibly help with the kids and family, but it did not work as he said they both spoke for barely over a week and the remaining 3 weeks of her concluding he went incommunicado with her under the same roof.
Spiro's eldest daughter is 25 years old and was born in the Kili nation while the other daughter,Shanice is 10 years old, her brother is Tim, a chappy 6 years old.Well as we walked and he spoke to me about how his wife has gone stroppy with him for no good excuses, i told him that i have to go to the local libary in the area, which is adjacent to his property.So as if to demonstrate empathy to his dilemma, i voluntered to first help him drop the two kids with his oldest daughter at his house and so we did.It was a cutely refurbished end-terrace , i must say.As he happily and quickly prepared sandwich for the kids, while he also tore through an envelope checking for the new Sim card in his post.Spiro served me a mug of black coffee, which i thought to myself i well deserved this.
All three children went upstairs went upstairs to their room, while we were at the utility vicinity and right there he reimbursed that his other-half his deserted him and all three kids for the last five days.Spiro said when his other half called without any formal arrangement or agreement between them, that she is off to the Kili country.So i summoned some courage to ask him to reflect on the truth of events between themselves as regards if any was on the offensive.He did not think for a second about my forensic suggestion, all he did was to say that he is not surprised about her lack of good culture because she has gone off the hook since she his been mis-treating him for years.He reaffirmed that he was hanging-on in the matrimony not due to love but due to his childrens welfare and future.According to him,it was this understanding that makes him endure the door-mated treatment from his wife.The family of Spiro has only one car and his wife has eloped with it to the Heathrow airport and where did she parked ???.I asked has she got the cheatty spirit,he never said yes or no but said what did he care?. I concluded to my self she has other people who conjures with her deceits.
I was just a good listener and never made a judgement but a mere conclusion in my mind.He then confided in me that his other half frustrate him with all sorts of things including the 'centre right ' starving.He also took it upon himself to voluntarily confess maybe with some level of arrogance,that he has devised models of having to release his water pipe.He boastfully said that if he is actually distressed and desperate he knows where his 'customers' are.He refired by asking me: is it not the 'centre field '? its everywhere .I expressed a muted and grin face.Honestly to an extent i'd felt sorry for him,as it seems the woman has gone ballistic with her tactics.In my silly thoughts,i said in my head that no 'centre right' of the foot'b pitch? Ahh thats world war phase 4 on the flesh and in the bedroom.I deliberately stopped thinking because i had to inorder not to imagine how the lady herself survives.Cheating? No.Yes. Yes and No again.Forget it !
As a recipe i suggested to him that he might do himself some good outcome if they do things together as a family and attend church, which i dont go myself,hmm only xmas.Not good.Spiro was fast and furious to blast tongued me with a categorical No.He said they have done that in the past and for the mere reality that some irresponsible men in the church knew about their imbroglio they attempted to allure her.But having heard this particular one,i simply wondered where on the island can he seek for help.I suppose i was genesisly giving up as he was.He stated unequivocably that he won't do that model ever again.frozen i felt on hearing that.It must have been a surreal experience for someone who needs all the help.
Meanwhile at some point he went to the garden for a ciga and then comes his adorable daughter,little Shanice and her chappy brother, smart kiddie dem.Hello uncle ! she said and her bro too with gappy tooth opened like a double glazed window in summer.Are you staying for the rest of the evening? i retorted a sounding nope.Ohh you should,we like you to stay and ' mammy ' isn't even about, the house has gone cold but we love Daddy though.Yes you have to, i quickly responded as a fatherly rightie.Uncle whats your name? Bishop Gee ! i told their inquisitive ears.Thats so cool Shanice said,then almost urgently as if to continue the conversation not to stop,she went like a hurricane, 'will you come to my b'day? ' and i politely said no.'Am so sorry i wont be about for the party,too busy sometimes'.Shanice i called her why is the spelling of your name SHANEZE ?.She told me it is her mums doing.Ok i replied .Shanice made clear to me that the only reason she wanted me to come to her b'day gig was because she thinks that i can get her a brand new Bicycle as a gift.I giggled at her and promised to always remind her Dad to buy her a cheap but quality brand before her big day.
Shanice then felt relaxed and told off her brother to shush and not interupt her useful conversation.And off she went asking,what do you do for work ? i told her am a mechanic with Rolls Royce of West london.Mechanic??? she boldly asked, that means you work as a filty man, i replied yes ! Now she was getting more excited and even friendlier, as if to say i have got a filty friend to play with in the mud. Here is the interesting bit, Shanice told me that she will like all three of us to do a pinky finger bet or deal.Honestly i got no clue whatsoever about the pinky finger world of Shanice.I looked from a pew sitting distance if her finger was painted in pink colours, but there was none indicated.Then i said i don't do betting or swear about anything.So lets just base it on a promise basis, that i will remind your Dad about purchasing a Bicycle for you as i wont want to buy you one, since that will amount to denying your Daddy of his obligation.Now she did understood me with a nodded head.
Finally we didn't do the swear but just a high five and then she came again, running downstairs only to find out from me when and if the Bike will arrive soonest.Why? i asked her , ''there is a Bicycle cycling day coming up soon''. In school she said, she will like to rehearse plenty of times before the competition day otherwise it will all go 'wonky'.To be candid, i thought am alright with words since high school days 100 years ago., but 'wonky' ??? and the way she ascented it ,i was lost for the first 20 seconds, until i realised she meant that if her performance did not go well she will be required to repeat it which will obviously become boring.Kids and their new generational wordings.'Alright please tell your Daddy am off to the library '.
*Ain't surprised Horses are making media headlines.Its been a long time coming.Horses have been warriors, olympians e.t.c for centuries, just serving the high and mighty as well as the normal men,wo'.Its time for them to be the celebrity media animal.Am glad for them and pretty sure Horses are yoyoing with themselves about their new found celebrity statuses...
**Yeah i 've eaten Ox tail,Oxen,castrated cattle.Many times i 've personally bought them at Tottenham butcher high str shops.Point of correction i didn't buy Horse tail........ha,ha,ha,haa....name misunderstood,spelling mishap, spelling blunder,vocab murdered !
***To really know how ugly and domesticated a Horse is, check out the mouth opened with its numerous teeths as coffeed garden rake.Don't even bother imagining...horrible !
****Hey Dog do read bloggings,they surely do.....i was typing these earlier in the park and a Dog ran forward from its owners, came under my park bench,wagging its tail, looked at my trainers all whitish Nike and guess what?pissed, pee,wee-weed,urinated right in the closest radius to my foot,looked at me, ran away without anyone pursuing it.So i called it with a witty command as if talking to a human being...come back here YOU ! He ignored me and the owners walked past smiling with me...i asked the couple,did you sent him? they said no.I said call him back then to tidy this field up.....
ENDORSED - Kings OMOZORE
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