A Virus...
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I have been feeling lousy for the past two days. Actually am quite sick. Nothing serious, just a nasty strain of the Flu. And am not good company when am sick. Am grouchy, cranky, and terribly anti-social. But I had to go out and get some Panadol from a pharmacy nearby. “Salam Aleikom, I need a box of Panadols please” “Is the Panadol for you or for your husband?“ asked the inquisitive pharmacist. “My husband is dead“ I replied in a flat voice and with a straight face. “Oh am sorry” “Don’t be. I killed him.” My, you should have seen the look on his face. He still managed a tiny faint smile and gave me what I needed with no further questions. And that is the way it should be. He had a wedding ring on, and on top of that, a beard. I guess you all know by now, my “position” vis à vis beards... Now, before you go around cyber world, spreading homicidal rumors about me being a “man killer,” let me assure you, I did not kill my ex. But he could be dead for all I care. Mind you, he is not th