Must Read: Paradox Of Abel - Season 1 - Episode 8

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Must Read: Paradox Of Abel - Season 1 - Episode 8

David Malik always found his own name quite unusual; considering the fact that both were derived from two different religious books. When he’d asked his father about it, as he was growing up, Jamal had simply told him that it was because he was a special child. But as he grew older, he knew that the answer wasn’t true; there was nothing really special about him. Except for the fact that when he was born, he’d suffered a medical ailment where where his index and middle finger had been joined right from the knuckles. When his parents began to panic, most especially his father, the doctor had assured them that the defect was what could easily be surgically corrected. And within two hours thereafter, David could wave goodbyes without his hand looking odd.

David was his father’s favourite, whom he resembled immensely. Add a moustache and a beard to his physique and you’d be stumped at telling them apart, except for the difference in skin texture. His father’s hide was shrunken and dried while David, thirty years old, possessed the smooth skin of a lad. His face was artfully chiselled out; his nose straight, his eyes as wild as a wolf’s, his mouth a proud bearer of lips meant for Miss Nigeria; maybe the angels who moulded him and that who did Agbani switched places. But contrary to the biblical king he was named after, David was a lousy dancer. A lousy singer too. When he hummed, cups placed on tables vibrated. When he sang Jailer, Asa would want to lock him up and throw the keys to his jail into an ocean.

He rarely laughed. The kind of mouth he was blessed with, he only used for vile dispositions. He was a stranger to most people because he never made any friend; his wife and child were likened though, but he never cared to be liked by anyone other than his father. The kind of respect he placed for Jamal, he had never placed on anyone. Not even for President Goodluck Jonathan. David was more like a wanderer, because he never lived in a place for more than two years.

Few people in his current residential area knew him, though he was not a native of Aba, having only resided there for the last fifteen months; which, in the eyes of the older inhabitants who had spent the whole of their lives in the peaceful town, still constituted him a stranger.

Nobody there knew very much about him, not even his in-laws, because David had gotten married to a girl there in the East. And, nobody cared to know. For the few people who knew little about David Malik also knew about his faulty tongue. Though, some people may even see him of a peaceful disposition generally, but more people knew him to have a vocabulary of aweful and blood-curling curse-words if anyone upset him.