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...
“Ow!” I exclaimed as I stumbled and hit my false teeth against a door nail. A tooth fai ry appeared out of nowhere and snatched away the fallen tooth. “That’s mine,” I protested to the tooth fai ry. “It was yours before it became a dodo,” the tooth fai ry replied. “It can’t turn into a dodo. They were bo rn ages before I got my buck teeth,” I said. “I can’t take buck teeth,” the tooth fai ry said regretfully, “They don’t fetch much.” “You mean you sell them?” I said taken aback. “Dentists require them for off the shelf tran s plants,” she replied with a smile. “You mean you deal in second-hand false teeth?” I asked. “Yes, but it all depends,” she said. “On what?” I asked. “Whether they were used for eating leafy vegetables or succulent meat,” the tooth fai ry said. “Oh!” I exclaimed. “Then there are the egalitarian false teeth,” she informed. “You mean egg-eating teeth?” I enquired. “No, they are for equality, equal quantiti...