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Here ye! Here ye! I have been left in charge of this mind and will stand in court of law. 

You know those times when your mind tries to take over your well built reputation? They say pretense is hard to keep up but it seems like my behavior (for lack of a better word) has a mind of its own around different people.

I come out with certain character traits around certain people that surprises me. Often, oh so very often it is a case if foot in mouth disease, am saying these things and thinking in my head "shut up, shut up why the hell are you saying that???"  but does my mouth listen oh no no no it doesnt it defiles me as if to say "this party has stated and there is no stopping until the day breaks".

On the other hand, dear lord, I become the most uninteresting bore there could be with nothing to say and am telling my brain "you read a 500 page book in three days you have something interesting to say ....speak now. speak now" but does it listen to me? definetly not! Boy, could I continue with these ridiculous situations I get myself into. You are thinking whatever we all have that problem but wait, I 'll get to it

When the different groups of people now come together in one, my brain decides; muhahaaha you are going to be a compltely different person here too. It doesnt strike a balance between all my different extremes so at least each group can see a degree of the me they know. One would have thought this would have been the easiest choice but my mind, oh my wild mind chooses to be Miss Ks. You know how the equilibrium constant K becomes a new constant Ka when K is multiplied by the concentration of water? Yea that new constant around a mix of different people is Miss Ks. The oddity that tries to be friends with everyone, that is loud and often obnoxious and supposedly having fun and once the group disperses, Miss Ks disappears and am left with the questions "you were kinda different, were you drinking last night?" and all the other explain yourself questions you can think of. I have no explanations and no capability of recreating Miss Ks but I don't think I want to recreate this character on a daily basis, it will be far too exhausting. 

I would probably need to put my mouth under lock and key every time I go out just to make sure I don't end up getting a slap these days for when Miss obnoxious decided to show her face again .....

The Visitor

I cannot say completely truthfully that I was not expecting what happened that fateful morning. It was an event I had carefully orchestrated albeit not entirely willingly. I had help .......

0600hrs and a loud continuous rage of banging on our giant gate woke up our peaceful neighbors as the dogs in the large empty compound began to bark their strange barks. My grandmother woke up, picked up her walking stick placing one foot after the other. She struggled her way to the gate and at the same time screamed curses at the wretched soul that thought it wise to disturb an old woman's sleep at that odd hour of the morning. 

As she opened the gate, she let out a silent scream that pierced my heart. I watched her face and countenance as I peeped from the windows, my little brother stretching as much as he could to catch a glimpse of the morning drama. Mama swung the gate with what seemed like all her strength and shut it in the visitor's face. The action took a told on her; she immediately bent down grabbing her knees and breathing as much as her asthma could let her. I wondered if our curiosity would push our grandmother in to the grave she was already tip toeing around 

When she finally caught her breath, mama shouted our names at the expense of her fading lungs coughing eerily at the end of the long noise. The dogs barked again echoing the turmoil in the atmosphere. Simultaneously, there was a faint knock, three times it came, as if a ritual was being performed. We raced to mama almost pissing ourselves with fear. Once she saw us, mama began a monotonous rant ....

"tell that waste of a woman"

"that wretched woman" she stammered 

 "to leave this place" 

"listen children"

"tell her, before, before I sin to my Lord and kill her"  

I and my fretting little brother walked synchronously to the gate, opening it as slowly as we could. We repeated to the woman "please, leave before mama kills you, thank you" even in dire times mama could have smacked us silly if we ever forgot our manners! 

The woman stared at us, with eyes red as thought she had been punished with chilli peppers. She walked away without a word not even looking back. I felt my brother calling to her with sobbing wimps. We shut the gate. 

" You know I know I only do what's best for you. You children are my treasure" she said with tearfully holding us in her arms. My brother and I went into our room telling ourselves how much mama meant to us but secretly and silently, with our eyes we told each other how we yearned for out mother's embrace.