He was unlike others, unlike Dada who would throw uncomfortable glances at me, unlike Kaki who never once stopped talking on what a brilliant money minting business was I.
No one told me what to expect until it actually happened. And painful it was.
Two years I had spent in that dingy dim lighted house, until he came along.
He was gentle and cared for my wounds, although his dreams weren’t any different from Kaki’s.
I knew it was my last day there, as he handed two bundles of notes to Dada and I stepped from one cage to another.