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On the day his enemies wanted him dead, Moses was sleeping peacefully in his bed, covered with a heavy blanket from his calves to his thighs. Mosquitoes all over his uncovered bulky body, his mouth wet, spitting saliva like a flooded tributary pouring its water into the sea. His nostrils busy emitting poisonous gases like an exhaust of a ramshackle car. He was snoring loud enough to chase away the witches. Out there, the rain gods had smiled the whole night, and the dirty roads were as clean as paradise. Stubborn frogs could be heard all over the compound, singing praises and joy for the spring season. It was at this time when Moses realized that he was still alive, so he woke up. His eyes like a Chinese grandpa, he stretched himself as if he had a fight with some demons. He yawned three times, making some sounds like a hungry rat at the sight of a hungry cat. He went to the sitting room, forgetting to put on his trousers, and met his mother-in-law who had also forgotten to put on her wrapper. He didn’t believe his eyes. ‘She is very beautiful’ he told himself...
A Short Story in Paragraph
Him and His Shadow
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