There was a time when I waited for Sunday. After a week of work, and I worked hard, a day of rest was very welcome. I loved to sleep. I am not an atheist, and I go to church maybe once a year for midnight mass on Christmas eve. So I'm not a churchgoer basically. Therefore Sundays did not mean that I was seated in the pews in church listening to the pastor's sermon. The pastor, in fact, would not recognise me until my sister, who goes more often to church, introduced me as her brother after Christmas Eve mass. I also had a problem sleeping and would lie awake at nights trying desperately trying to fall asleep. I tried counting sheep and it never worked. I also tried those sleeping videos on YouTube. I listened \ and felt bored. They were not music I was familiar with and they kept my eyelids firmly apart. Even a safe tranquillizer that my doctor prescribed did not have any effect. The on...
I found Cupid sauntering down the street with his bow and arrows tucked under his chubby arm. He seemed to be enjoying his constitutional. I cleared my throat. "Ahem!" "How is it that you are walking about, I thought you could fly," I said. "That's when I have gas," he replied, "I have to submit flight plans in triplicate twenty-four hours in advance to the nearest airport where they schedule an eye test and ask me how Venus got to be my mother." "You have gas?" I asked in surprise. "Everyone has gas except the moon which must be on a course of antacids because it has no gas," Cupid reasoned. "Have you been to the moon?" I asked wonderingly. "No Neil Armstrong beat me to it," he said regretfully. "Why didn't you take pot shots at him with your arrows?" "He is thick skinned. He wears a spacesuit, my arrows can't go through that," he rued. ...