A parody of short stories which reprise a serial exposition of the friendship of a mad character-Arirehan and Ifehan, a begrudged prince π€΄ of his forefathers' kingdom. Here is a short PROLOGUE!
PROLOGUE
My name is IFEHAN, a begrudged prince of my forefathers' kingdom. I have just besotted my beloved wife-ARIREHAN whom I can say she is the flames of love that scatter the fleshy lusts of my youthful exuberance. I am more than a man π¨ in love as my wife, and I can be addressed as HUSBAND@WIFE.I had paid the π° bride-price so fast that the head gears and πΆ jewels around her necks are at my beck and call.
We lived in a small secluded abode close to the earthly forest. Our lives are cloistered and centered, for the backyard is where my parochial farming heritage of mine splashed over the years. Therein, we cut weed πΏ and weathered βοΈ the green seeds for great storage. Life is for a living, but it is a bit of a gambit. I am a young man π¨ who wishes π life could be a solitary reaper of myself, my wife, and my π¨βπ©βπ§βπ¦ children. However, I lived far from people π« whom I could call friends or foes. Why I said that is because our familiarity or fend-off is neither here nor there. Yet, we are all kinsmen occasioning the tides of the bounding vicissitudes of life together.
However, I have a strange and myopic friend whom my soul and π heart pleases to call my NEIGHBOUR. His name is AKIGBE-a mad π man π¨ of grandstanding berserk. His heart of bravery surpassed the dilemma of his shattered mental state of insanity. Let me allow my dear dearest wife to greet all and sundry...
ARIREHAN
I am the radiant π gems of my husband's π heart. I have just taken a few steps away from my father's ποΈ household, walking π£ with such π° bridely strides into the virgin cleft of my husband's abode. We meet under the tree of our love sojourn. Before then, the sonorous voice of his sonorous voice amplifies the art of our love β€οΈ songs, sweet memories, everlasting memories, and everlasting promises of our oneness. Right now, he is the husband while I am his motherly queen πΈ . May our dynasty NOW and in the FUTURE π‘ enjoy long life and prosperity.
However, we have one neighbor whom I will say in a low, hush voice-I HATE TO LOVE. He is my husband's blossom friend, akin to his brother. His WAYS and WORDS are not always NATURAL but SUPERNATURAL!
(Ifehan cuts in into her narration...)
iFEHAN:(Speaks)Over the days, my friends and I will be exchanging thoughtful dialogue. This is the CHRONICLE of MY NEIGHBOUR@I every SUNDAY of the week.
Happy π Reading!
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