I am a blessed man after all. I recall my impoverished childhood, as a  boy without  a single penny in his pocket, walking alone on the side of an empty road because I had no fare money. I was either going to school or to my grandparents’ home to ‘borrow’ some money or rice for…

(Warning: This is fiction and may not be appropriate for certain readers. Like I have readers LOL!) After teaching them all I knew, they were promoted in many good ways. Living in foreign cities, they spread their allure on hostel beds and backseats of cars, in hotels and motels, in the parks of Paris, Amsterdam,…