dis is my nu thread.please continue the story from where you met it.

here it is.
henry held the fluffy pillow tighter to his broad hairy chest.the cold in the harmattan morning wsa killing him.a girl of about twenty-two with identical eyes with his walked slowly into the bedroom.she dropped a tray of hot lipton tea,sugar and a tea spoon on a side table in the room,

everybody is free to join in!

He knew sooner than later he won't be needing the pillow as his angel settled beside him.

" U came right in time, i thought i would freeze to death" he said, while trying to seat up in bed

"yeah right, should i pour ur tea?" she replied tensing up as her hand brushed his

"No please, I'll help myself" he replied

He took some sips, the atmosphere tensed the more as it went quiet-----

, "amanda, about the baby, i still think we should abort. you know i love you but we can't afford to keep it"

tears coursed down her cheeks as she turned to face the wall. he reached out to her but she shrank away from his touch. words such as these are never easy to say,

'I always knew this would be your decision,' she said. 'Ever since you caught me in bed with your brother you have been unwilling to forgive me. What do I need to do to show you how sorry I am? I want to keep this baby especially after the catastrophy that was averted the last time. You know the doctor said no more abortions.'

There was no reply.

'I won't do it! I won't!!' She screamed angrily as she jumped up from the bed.

"leave kunle out of this" henry angrily spat out.
" its bad enough that i live with him as i have nowhere else to go, that you would sleep with him"
look amanda you owe me big time! "
for God's sake how do i know if it's even my baby or kunle's?"

"Oh my God henry, how can u ask that question, i told u repeatedly that what happened between myself & kunle was a mistake. I know its ur baby, darlyn. That very night we reconciled i knew something happened" She said with her voice shaking

"But u know we can't keep this baby, we don't have funds, i can't bring u to a world of slavery, not even after what you've been through during our whole years together. This is not he life i want for my kids" he said

"I want to give u enough time to think about this henry, and please don't ever bring kunle into this again" she replied

"I don't know what to think, i certainly don't" he said throwing his hands up

the silence between the two love birds was electric.slowly,henry rose from the bed and paced the room severally.he had being trying so had not to think what his life would be like should angela fail to accept his option

henry sat gloomily in the bus bound for okokomaiko.he had spent all day at home with angela. he found it difficult to leave the house when angela was with him. as always he enjoyed her presence tremediously.the molue moved sloly through the express way exuding so much fumes the passengers of the bus had to complain.
"haba driver, you want to kill us"
"throw this molue away or let a mechanic work on it."
several curses rent the air thrown at the driver.
henry wished so much that he didnt ahve to take a molue everytime he needed to go out.if he didnt go out daily, he would have nothing to eat with angela.
a sigh crossed his lips.
the only thought that paused everything else in his life was angela, and the child she was carrying.

the silence between the two love birds was electric.slowly,henry rose from the bed and paced the room severally.he had being trying so had not to think what his life would be like should amanda fail to accept his option, to there predicament.

henry sat gloomily in the bus bound for okokomaiko.he had spent all day at home with amanda. he found it difficult to leave the house when amanda was with him. as always he enjoyed her company tremediously.the molue moved slowly through the express way exuding so much fumes the passengers of the bus had to complain.
"haba driver, you want to kill us"
"throw this molue away or let a mechanic work on it."
several curses rent the air thrown at the driver.
henry wished so much that he didnt ahve to take a molue everytime he needed to go out.if he didnt go out daily, he would have nothing to eat with amanda.
a sigh crossed his lips.
the only thought that paused everything else in his life was amanda, and the child she was carrying,

~every time that thought crosses his mind,it takes away a peice of his self-worth,how can something be so wrong yet feels so right?!!

~in his heart of heart he knows he loves Amanda,but there's always that lingering thought,so many unanswered questions! is the child even mine?can i trust her again? there was no time like the present to reflect on this dilema of a suitation he finds himself in!! wen it rains,it pours!!!

~the strong smell of the fumes comin from the moule brings him back to the reality he'd rather wake up to as a very bad dream,only it was all too real,his misery was staring at him right in the face,N there's nothing he can do about it!! "Ooh God why me now"

~The passenger cramped on Henry's left side heard his moan,N he gave a side glance look at Henry's face,he saw a man drained off all emotions,totally at loss,his pain was written all over his face,he was only too aware of that look of lost hope,he pondered if this was a good time to start a conversation with Henry that will distract him off his worries for a while,afterall it wud be half-an- hour before the moule reaches its destination!!

~Twi shifted in his seat,he needed to get Henry's attension without coming across like a busybodi,he cleared his throat:it worked as Henry turned towards Twi,he said"i know its none of my business,but i heard you gasped "Oooh God why Me",i'll totally understand if you dont want to talk about it,but i just thought i shud at least make an effort to give you words of courage"God's delayance is definately not Denial" Twi said with understanding eyes!

Was that henry at the door?angela hurriedly dropped her book to answer the knocking on the door.standing on the doorstep was a stranger a goodlooking stranger but nevertheless a stranger.Hello madam,is this the home of mr henry Akpar? Yes it is mumbled angela but he's out at the moment would you like to leave a message?I'm angela his wife.Nice to meet you ma'am.I am tony martins esq from kayode,abdul & martins attorneys at law.pls sign for receipt of these papers & ask him to get in touch with us tomorrow.

what can be inside the documents she wondered divorce papers" nooh it cannot be Henry loves me soo much and besides he is too broke to get a lawyer.
she signs for the package.
she opens it to read and she exclaims, OOH GOD,

"Oh! It's nothing." Henry muttered, squuezing out a smile. "It's just this bus. I keep wondering when I would graduate from entering a bus like this."
   Twi wasn't fooled at all. He was sure something more than the discomfort of the jallopy molue was disturbing the youngman beside him. He scratched his head and thought for a while. All Twi needed at the moment was an idea to compel the youngman open up.
   Peering out of the window of the moving bus, Henry wondered how he managed to talk aloud in his thought. He held himself, wishing that the man beside would not bother him again. And if he ever did, Henry vowed he would shout at him. He suddenly turned angry. The stranger had no right to peer into his private life. Besides, they were in Lagos.
   "No man cared a damn about his neighbour in this bloody city" Henry murmured.
   A touch on his sleeve, Henry squeezed left and faced the man in fury. He opened his mouth to let out his pent up anger, but his lips hanged in the air. A sweet smile was on the man's face. On his right hand was a paper held out for Henry to take.
   Calming down himself, Henry stared coldly at the unusual good Nigerian. His stare moved from Twi's neat white shirt with tie to the Bible he clutched to his side in his left hand.
   "Read this." Twi told Henry, a smile still on his face.
   Reluctantly, he collected the tract from Twi. A glance at the caption, "Only one life", Henry resisted the urge to throw the tract out of the window. He knew that Pastor Good Nigerian must be watching. He let the tract drop into his breast pocket, hoping to dispose it when he got out of the bus.
   "Whose life?" Henry found himself wondering about the caption of the tract. "Is it the life of the unborn baby or my shattered life?"
    All of a sudden, the molue screeched to a sudden halt. Henry gripped the frame of the seat infront as the passengers were lurched forward. He held his chest with his right hand, trying to calm down the beating. Passengers sticked their heads out of the window, cursing the driver of the disappearing yellow Volkswagen bus that had bumped into the road unannounced.
   Recovering from the shock, Henry stole a glance at Pastor Good Nigerian. Twi returned the glance with a smile. Henry changed his mind and agreed within himself to keep the tract in his breastpocket safe, to read it when he got home.

but deep in his mind, he thought, why should i listen to this man? i can continue with my life as it is without having to change y evil ways,

what book are u guys reading?

@ayobase
please, dont distract the flow of this story.

henry tried to relax in the rickety bus, thinking of how best to drowse the noise the other passengers except pastor good nigerian were making.besides he neede badly to get this guy off his back for good.
henry's thoughts were on the job he was gong to seek at vi.he was optimtistic, but this is naija.first, last and always.
pastor good nigerian patted henry gently on his back,

and said if God can take care of the birds of the air how much more u who was created in his image and likeness

henry wanted to tell him off at once, but somehow what he had just said made some sense.
not that it really made sense because God seems to have forgotten him,he wished pastor good nigerian was right.someone alighted from the molue as the lousy conductor shouted to signal the approach of another bustop.
henry heaved a sigh. he was close to the company office where he was going to.he had to pull himself together and appear confident.he knew his clothes were ok, and so was his charisma. but his look was aweful with his unkempt hair.
pastor turned to look at him just in time for his sigh,

at work he smiled smiles he did not feel, said words he did not hear. it was all in a haze for him; he'd switched to 'autopilot'

amanda's love for him did not seem in doubt. only his trust of her. did it have to be his brother? what if she was really cuckolding him? laughing him to scorn behind his back?

then he remembered the look they shared that morning, and he tingled all over again. suddenly, the two hours away from 6 p.m. seemed ages away. he just wanted to lose himself in her eyes, lose himself in the thought, knowledge, that she lo-

JUST WHAT WAS HE THINKING?? LOSE HIMSELF IN THE THOUGHT THAT THE BABY MIGHT BELONG TO THE BROTHER WHO SQUATS HIM??!!

Back in the house, Angela waved the letter in the air as she jumped up in joy.
"Oh God! Your good. Just when we needed your help."
She rushed into their one-room apartment, made a beeline to her handbag by the side of the table and searched for her phone. She needed to break the news of the job offer to Henry at once. May be, Henry would rather forget about the job he was pursuing in Victoria Island.
She dialled Henry's number quickly only to be alerted that she had not enough credit to make the call. Angella had totally forgotten - it was more than two months since she loaded her phone last. Refusing to brood over the difficulties of the last months, she looked for the Appointment Letter from Kayode, Abdul & Martins Chambers offering Henry job in their law firm.
Looking left and right of the room without a trace of the letter, Angela suddenly became afraid. She was sure she dropped it somewhere when she was searching for her phone in the handbag. She wondered if she was dreaming.
"How can this letter vanish into thin air like that?" She mumbled, pinching herself. The pain on her wrist assured her she wasn't dreaming.
There it was! The blanket on the bed had covered the good-news-letter.
Angela's thought raced back to the unborn baby in her womb. She gave out a wry smile. With this new job for Henry, she was sure the expenses of taking care a new-born baby would be met. While she opened the envelope once more, she remembered the accusation from Henry - the unborn baby belonging to another man. Assured by her conscience, she quickly threw the thought behind her. A thorough look at the name on the envelope, her world went pitch dark. The appointment letter was directed to Henry Awo and not Henry Akpan.
Confused, Angela couldn't believe this mix-up. Apart from the issue with the name, the house address was theirs. Besides, she could remember sometime about eight months ago when Henry went for an interview in one law firm. Though, she couldn't remember the exact name of the law firm but it sounded like the one on the letter.
"The devil is a liar!" She kept muttering while she sat on the bed thinking.
She was convinced that the job was for her beloved and it was a mere mistake of surname. However, she had to wait for Henry to come back to prove it. Henry's return would be a matter of minutes or hours, but it looked like ages for Angela. She wished he was at the door at that moment. Unknowingly, she found herself cursing NTM for telling her she had no credit in her phone. Soon she started cursing her bag for not containing twenty naira she would have used to make call from a nearby phone booth.

pardon this digression but i think most of you guys just add bits and pieces to this story without reading it properly. the story now reads disjointed. its now like all these thrills and boons or hints silly and uninspiring tales. without meaning to be offensive, writing is an art. if you cant write then pls just read what others have written!!!!!!!

@color

U know, i totally agree with you, people from no where stroll into the thread, without considering what is all about, start typing rubbish and expect us to enjoy what could have been a wonderful thread.  With due respect to the poster, the story is totally disjointed.
I'm out,

Angela scrambled to her feet as the door creaked open. She must have fallen asleep while waiting for Henry's return.
"Welcome, darling." Angela said, rubbing sleep off her eyes.
Henry removed his jacket and threw it on the old sofa in the room. "It's a bad day. The interview didn't favour me, "
"Not a bad day at all." Angela interrupted.
Surprised at her words, Henry stared at her.
"Have a look at this letter." Angela picked the letter from the table and handed it to Henry.
"What's it all about?" Henry asked.
"Open and read it."
Carefully, Henry opened the envelope. He wondered what Angela's excitement about the letter was all about.

With no disrespect @ y'all that posted this was below par there was no rhythm or prose to the write up and the ingenuity of the poster was wasted 'cos he/she was trying to do something beautiful.y'all should have put your backs into it and given us landers something to be proud of

opening the letter, ?

continue now,i am enjoying it.

“Henry please. . .!”

Henry heard the whispered words of the woman he loved and his heart ached. Why did life have to be so unfair? He had done everything right, he’d never lied, he had never cheated, he had respected his parents when they were alive and he had never used the Lord‘s name in vain. He had been good person, gaddamit! There should be a reward for that. . .shouldn’t there? 

Angela. Even her name said it all. . . His Angel! She was supposed to be his reward for living a life on the straight and narrow. God!  He remembered the first time he saw her. . .it was like time ad stood still and the first time they had kissed, he thought he had died and gone to heaven and when they had finally made love. . .he couldn’t allow himself to think about it. . . for fear his already weakened heart might explode out of his chest. Angela. . .his Angel or so he had thought. . .

“How’s he doing” another voice interrupted his thoughts. Kunle. . .older his brother, his mentor. . .his only living relative and the only person he would give his life for.

“He’s still running a fever. I tried talking to him . . .”

“Still no response.” Kunle finished. It had be 4 days of the same routine.

“He. . .well, he responded. . .”  Angela paused and folded her arms across her chest.

“He did? What did he say?” Kunle asked. Angela shook her head in a dismissive fashion.

“It’s nothing. . .nonsense. . .I. . .I think the fever is causing him to hallucinate”

“What did he say?” Kunle asked again

In his semi conscious state Henry willed himself to get up and walk out. He couldn’t bear to be in the same room with them, with these two…the two people he love most! The two people he now hated. Betrayal. . .it was a bitter pill to swallow.

“Tell me?” Kunle snapped and immediately regretted it when Angela jerked back. He cursed himself silently, he should know better. From the moment his brother had introduced Angela to him, Kunle noticed she tended to be skittish around him and even more so now that she didn’t have Henry acting as a buffer.

He willed himself to be patient, the last thing he wanted to do was scare her off. Right now, she was the only one keeping his brother from succumbing to the illness he had contracted while doing his field research on Chimpanzees in Congo. Oh he knew that type of thinking was not scientifically sound but what other explanation was there for Henry to be lying in that bed, still breathing. . .albeit with difficulty, when all the doctors who consulted on his case had all but called him a dead man? It had to be Angela. She was the one who had spent all her waking hours at his bed side from the moment they brought Henry home.  Everyday, he’d hear her talking to him, singing  his favorite songs but most of all. . .just being there.

Angela tried to hide her nervousness by reaching for the cup of Lipton tea she had made for Henry earlier. It was cold. He had only taken a sip of it before slipping back into his feverish coma. Maybe she should make another one. . . just in case in woke up again, she thought absently. Hopefully, this time his mind would be clearer. . .Goodness,  she thought as she moved to the bed, she couldn’t allow herself to think of the nasty accusations he had flung at her in that brief moment when he opened his eyes. She had gone from extreme elation to shock and confusion in a second flat.

Kunle watched her touched his brother’s cheek tenderly and his impatience fade away. No matter what happened to Henry, he knew he’d forever be grateful to her for making his brother’s last days. . . He stopped, no he couldn’t think that way. He was not losing his brother, he wouldn’t allow it!

“Angela?” he said with a softness in his voice

“He thinks we’re having an affair. He thinks I’m pregnant and the baby is yours!” Angela blurted.

There was a dead silence in the room.  Even the chickens in the backyard knew to keep their clucking a pitch lower than usual. 

Something was wrong. . .very wrong.



Back on Track? And Yes I know it's more than little bit but I couldn't help myself

henry snapped out of his thots,it had looked real felt even real,his blanking out seem to be more frequent nowadays him on a research in congo?Chimpanzees!

his daydreams seem to be the only way he can combat the swrilling of emotions within him, angela, kunle how did this happen?

henry,henry,henry

someone is calling me,only then did it occur to henry that he had just snapped out one daydream to enter into another ,with a firm resolve to remain grounded in reality he responded to the call,angela's, she was standing by the door looking radiant as ever gosh, he remembered the first day he met her wearing that lovely jean,enough! he had to stay focused reality.

she was forcing a white envelope into his hands,muttering somethings to him,he can make out the words yet, his brain and mind were just reluctantantly leaving the dreamy world, the only place they find solace,

henry awo the name on the envelope, but thats not my name.

He mumbled something about easing himself to Angela and with the white envelop in hand, he headed for the bathroom and shut the door over her demands to know what was wrong. Yep, there was no denying that something was wrong. . .very wrong he thought as he leaned over the sink, his heart racing.

The face looking back at him in the mirror was his… that he knew for sure but everything else. . .he wasn't so sure.

He put the toilet cover down and sat on it. He looked at the envelope. Henry Awo. That wasn’t his name. . .or was it?

Nothing made sense anymore. Who was he?  What kind of life did he live?

Was he a half-dead researcher with a loving girlfriend and brother at his side?

Or was he an out of work graduate with a girlfriend who was pregnant with his brother’s child?

Henry remembered the bus ride with Twi but for the life of him, he couldn’t remember where he had gone.

And Angela. . .how did something that started out so right, so beautiful go wrong? Did he still love her? Surely he must. . .why else would she still be living in his house when he knew it was his brother's baby not his growing inside her. Wait. . .was that real?

He groaned out loud. . . he had heard poverty and desperation can make a man lose his mind but this. . .what was happening to him was beyond madness. His mind felt like a beggar’s pan, where people from all walks of life added their own little bit with little or no regards on how it affected him, resulting to the person he was right now. . .

A thoroughly confused man with disjointed memories.

He read the name on the envelope again. . .Henry Awo? Who was that?

Nausea threatened to rise within him, Angela’s insistent pounding on the door wasn’t any help in calming his frayed nerves and overworked heart
Another glance into the mirror showed him a dried lipped sweaty 39year old looking male

Damn am only 31years! This is their entire fault! His mind going immediately to kunle and Angela, with a false sense of bravado he banished their thoughts from his mind…Bleep em’ I don’t need them I am not going to die young

He is my brother and she my love, my love, my love his resolve starts to waiver again, can I live without them? Kunle has housed me for God knows how long? And Angela, oh my Angela got disowned by her parents because of me, with this thoughts in his mind and shaky hands he slowly opens the envelope::::::::::::;;

Congratulations! Your Visa to the united States of America has been approved. Please visit the closest US consulate in your area within 30 days of the receipt of this letter for further processing.

Henry read the words again and again until they became blurry. He shook his head as if too clear his mind. This had to be a joke, he thought or maybe he had taken one of his flights of fancy. Yeah, good things only happened to him in his daydreams, his reality was a nightmare. . .so this wasn’t happening.

“Henry? You alright baby?” That voice. Her voice. . .how he loved it and hated it. It was a sharp reminder of everything that was wrong in his life.

“Yeah” he began and cleared his throat “Yeah, I’m fine. Just give me a minute will you”

“What’s in the envelope?”

“ I said give me a minute. . .God! Can’t a man ease himself in private without having to answer unnecessary questions” he snapped.

“I’m sorry” he heard her say in a small voice.

He felt bad for snapping at her and then felt worse for feeling bad. He owed her nothing. . .he had been good to her, treated her like a queen, she was the one who had ruined everything, she was the who slept with his brother. His own brother. . .the pain he felt every time he thought of he two f them wrapped in each other’s arms hit him like a bolt of lightening. He had to hold on to the sink to keep from keeling over.

How could they?

Did he even want to know?

Yes. . . He wanted to know. How could the two people he loved betray him?

No. . .He didn’t. Whatever had led Angela into Kunle’s bed was something he never wanted to find out.

Confusion and pain threatened to swallow him. He needed out. . .and fast or he would lose his mind.

“Congratulations! Your Visa to the united States of America has been approved. Please visit the closest US consulate in your area within 30 days of the receipt of this letter for further processing”

He read for the sixth time and for the first time in two months, Henry smiled. 

This was his chance to leave it all behind, this was his chance for a new beginning. No more Mr. nice guy, screw her! Screw him! Screw ‘em both! He was done being grateful for scraps handed down to him.

He felt his bravado building up only to come crashing down when he read three words he had somehow missed.

“Dear Henry Awo”

Blind rage bellowed in him cold fear gripped is heart, not fair, I deserve it, if  anyone is too deserve it. that soft knock again, Henry, Henry suddenly something exploded in him, what tha mess bitch ! leave me the mess alone, he said slamming at the door from the other side , he could her Angela shriek and burst into those silent sobs of hers and almost immediately he felt as if his heart was being wrenched from within him

God I don’t have strength for this how much can a man take? Who did I offend?  Feeling a wave of helplessness awash him, he heard a bone racking sound and he realized he was weeping why me why me?

He turned, caught his image in the mirror yet again and in a fit of blind rage raked with sobs he smashed his fist into it , the sharp pain a welcome purchase for his already over abused system, blood began to seep from the gash across his knuckle, and a part of him shuddered at the scaring the wound would leave, funny how his mind would come up with something like that now, scars who cares?  Scars yes I would scar them too, just like they have made my life miserable, he could still hear the sobbing of Angela behind the closed doors, it would feel good wrapping my fingers that cheating neck of hers and squeezing the very essence out of her, funny he started feeling better, the thought of killing her was exhilarating, yes I would kill her , he reached for the door and a pain exploded in his arm ,he jumped up, jumped up…he had being dreaming ,and whilst dreaming of opening the door slammed his arm on the bed post,


He shivered at his dream so Henry held the fluffy pillow tighter to his broad hairy chest. The cold in the harmattan morning was killing him. a girl of about twenty-two with identical eyes with his walked slowly into the bedroom. she dropped a tray of hot Lipton tea, sugar and a tea spoon on a side table in the room,

"Here, I made you some T, " she'd barely fisnished her sentence when Henry grabbed her and held her close"

"Sweetie, what is, "

"Sheeeshh. Please let me just hold you" he said almost pleadingly as he buried his face in her neck.

"Okay, why are you shivering?"

"The Harmattan" he whispered.

Even he didn't believe that flimsy excuse but there was no way he was telling her about his dreams. . .nightmares.

He could still feel her neck in his hands as he slowly tries to take her life. Henry shut his eyes tightly, he didn't know he was cry until he felt tears streaming down his face.

He tried to wipe it off before Angela noticed but it was too late. She pulled back and looked at him. Confusion written all over her face. She'd never seen Henry cry. . .even when his parents had died, he had watched stonefaced as the put them in the ground.

"Henry?" she touched his cheeks tenderly, wiping the tears he made no attempt to hide "Talk to me. . .please"

"It's nothing" Henry sniffeed trying to regain his composure "Just a nightmare. Nothing I promise you"

"Ok"

That's what he love about her. . .she never pushed or nagged him. She knew he'd eventually tell her and she let him do it in his own time.

How could he think of taking the life of this beautiful creature. . .His Angel. He tried to banish those nightmares

Angela sleeping with his brother,
A baby that wasn't his,
A bus ride with Twi
A Researcher in Congo
A Visa to the United States
Henry Awo,

God! It had all felt so real. Looking into Angela's big brown eyes. . .he was glad it wasn't. This was his reality. . .living in a one bedroom flat in his brothers boysquaters with the woman he loved by his side.

"Angela" he started "I don't have much. . .you know that right? This, " his arms sweeping across the room "This is all I have. . ."

"Oh Henry sto, "

"No, let me finish. This is all I have. . .for now but I know this isn't all I'll ever have. I just need you to promise me something. . ."

"Anything."

"Be Patient"

"Henry, "

"No, No just listen to me okay? Promise me you won't let anything or anyone come between us. Promise me"

Angela had questions but she knew they could wait. Somehow she knew her answer was important to him this very moment.

"I'll always be here Henry. . .always. You know I love you with every fiber of my being" Angela told him gently yet firmly.

Henry felt the tension he didn't know he had in him slowly fade away. Angela had never made it a secret how she loved him. She'd even left her parents modest accomadation to live in a one bedroom apartment with him.

Yes, He knew she loved him and would never betray him but the dream. . .the endless, disjointed nightmare had scared the living daylights out of him.

He sat back in the bed and pulled her close to him. She hesistaed,

"What about your tea? You said you were cold earlier"

"Not anymore. . .I have you to keep me warm" he said grinning wildly.

"You, " she began but Henry leaned in and kissed her.

"I love you too" he said in between kisses.

Later that evening, Henry quitely eased out of bed so as not to disturb a sleeping Angela. He went to the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror. . .an unbroken mirror. He recognized the face looking back at him and this time he also knew who he was.

Henry Akpar. . .Henry Akpar.

With a sigh of relief, he walked back to the bedroom and joined Angela on the bed, he was about to turn the lights from the nightstand off when it saw it. A newspaper he'd been reading before falling alseep. The front Page headline read. . .

[B]American Researchers, Henry Awo and his Pregnant wife Twi find a new link between Man and Chimpanzees in Congo"[/b]

Henry could not stop the laughter bubbling in him. He want from a small chuckle to roaring laugh. Angela, who had woken up the moment he'd gotten out of bed, raise her head. Even though she didn't know he was laughing. . .she couldn't help herself from joining in

"What. . .Why are you laughing?" she asked

Henry Shook his head and drew her close,

"One day Angela. . .remind me to tell you what a powerful thing the mind is and how it can take us places we never dreamed or imagined"

"Fine" she said and rested her head on his chest "I hope you don't mind me saying this. . . You've been acting very weird today"

Henry didn't mind. He would take weird over madness anyday.