JOHN HUMBLE series 2 by mutie oscar ghitto

Watching the clouds and the setting sun had found its way into the hearts of Mutanu residents. It had become part of their lives. You would witness couples resting at their balcony, seeping maybe a warm mug of chocolate cadbury, and then, you would instantly open your heart's door for the agent of jealousy. It would injure your soul even more to even think of the lifestyle these people lead. The word aristocrasy would then get a new meaning. As the people of mutanu used to say, sweating is a very terrible experience, but its product does nothing but to gladden the heart. John Humble could not agree more. He himself was a witness of how life was on the fast lane, although he, as it was becoming evident, was becoming quite uncomfortable with "eating with the eyes". his soul cried for aquaintance with aristocrasy.

Many will definitely wonder how John Humble and his family had made it to mutanu considering the fact that they were of a peasant ancestry. The truth about life is that you can not always predict what life has in store for you. John believed that God had a hand in their luck. It had all happened during his grandfather's days. His grandfather used to store the meagre earnings he would eke from a days work in his bag. One days, thieves had come to his house. As it is known about thieves, they had obviously came for their "fair share" of the old man's sweat,  on the account that they would allow him to live. They had searched, upsetting anything their hands could lay on, without tracing even a cent. With the realization that they had troubled their muscles for no good, they decided to cheer their broken hearts a little. That is when John's granny was ordered to lie down for his fair share of humiliation. They made sure that the old-timer would always make little effort every time he had to seat down.

Before the men of the night had visited the Humbles, that previous night, John's father, Pis, had decided that he could not just sit down like a market woman and do nothing about his itchy fingers. He had then planned a little mischief. During those days, walking bare footed was not an issue. No one ever imagined that some other animal's hide could be manipulated in anyway and worn. Thus, walking bare foot was the in thing. Pis, the naughty kid decided to use this to his own advantage. He waited until his both parents were sound asleep before he could sneak into the bedroom. Luckily, the old man's bag was in good vicinity. His dog-tired dad was snoring, in beautiful dreams. Everyone in the house hold knew that the old man was always very serious with his sleep. This made it very easy to rob the old fool of his monies. Pis slid his hand into the bag, his heart pounding with ecstasy and got away with the content. Before he could leave, he then scorned at his parents, warning them of their chloroformic slumber. With that, he left the room and went to dig a hole where he could hide his newly gotten treasure.