Diary of an Octogenarian (5)
I was in my fifties now and felt like a sad, old lonely man. My 50th birthday celebration brought me little joy or fulfilment. My children could not be bothered to come talk less of Lola . So, it was a party of school friends, work colleagues and acquaintances. I had gotten a few girlfriends […]
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