"The world is wicked, we all know it, i know it but we all refuse to acknowledge the terrible truth, I don't believe in God, but if he's out there somewhere, he's deeply hurt and he's just waiting patiently to wipe us all with no mercy" (looks around the class with one hysterical look, and then stares at the lecturer who's standing in front of the class, and turns back to face the class) "we are all dead either way,(he goes on) God or no God we've been dead the moment we knew men need pussy and pussy needs men(smiles hysterically) " "Thats enough mr Moribund!" Shouted miss conwey, adelaide conwey 5,6 exact ft tall blonde woman from texas USA,who volunteered along with 9 other teachers for the unicef foundation to come and teach at Nakaawi university in the outskirts of kampala,Uganda. Nakaawi is a high profile university in uganda it has ties with various international organizations and though it's solely aim is to help the targeted students to study at a huge cut in tuition and accommodation fees though small amount of students from high profile families manage to get in so as to enjoy the huge luxuries that students in this university receive. "Mr moribund that'll be all for today you can take your sit now" added miss conwey showing she was not impressed and more of displeased with what Morris moribund had to say, Morris slowly walked back to his sit with no objection, "man what was that all about?" whispered a teen about 20years old who goes by the name Edward Mulumbu, he was about 6ft tall black a native from Uganda,he had a pale like skin that only experiences warmth of body oil once every week,his barely combed Tiny hair and a very relative deep voice, bright mind and a very calm character gave a him a unique appearance throughout the university, he topped the nationals in the high school finals that got him a straight spot at Nakaawi university. Morris replied by giving Edward one non expressive look, "you know you can talk to me man" Edward gave a slightly deep sigh and got back to listening to miss conwey who was now elaborating the history of British conquest in Uganda. Morris was a medium 5ft young man born to a jewish mom and a ugandan dad, he had slighly small chinky eyes blown out curly hair and as thin as a wooden stick, not the geeky type in class but his results were always fair, like his friend Edward,taking care of his hygiene wasn't that much of a priority. As he was staring at miss conwey as if he payed close attention to what she was teaching at all, his thoughts were way back to his childhood which seemed as what he's always thinking lately, the time when his parents where in endless fights and conflicts, his mom passed away in 2001, and he's been living with his father ever since, as he sat in class, his blazing mind full of thoughts took him back to when he was about 5 years old, One of Traumatic moments of him as a kid, His dad and mom got into a huge fight verbally and literally, not that they never got in a fight before that there got in a fight countless times just that this was the one that turned upside down the relationship of his dad and mom, "get up baby!" Mrs Zysla moribund(morris's mum) said to her son while picking him up from the small 4ft bed , "you are not taking away my son!" Shouted mr demarcus while rushing from their room heading to morris's room, and as he got there in a split second Zysla had already carried their 5year old son Morris who was now crying from confusion, "i said put my son down", "don't you fucking intimidate me, he's my son too" shouted Zysla in a slickly jewish accent, demarcus went all in by force trying to grab his son from Zysla's Arms, Zysla quickly turned around shielding her son from demarcus, pushing and struggling inside the room with morris crying "you hurting them my baby!" Shouted a now crying Zysla
"Then let him go!" Demarcus replied "okay fine" Said Zysla while panting "I'm gonna let him go, just back off" , demarcus then raised his hands as a sign of backing off, As she released morris who was still crying ,demarcus grabbed him fast but gently into his arms, Zysla rushed from the room going to their room(hers and her husbands) while crying she jus got in a rush and started to pack Everything, and as she was packing demarcus came in "what are you doing?" "What's it look like, Playing a fucking guitar? I'm fucking leaving" "you can't do that we have a kid to take care of, what you think this gone do to him?" Responded demarcus, "are you fucking kidding me, and you think him watching his dad beat the shit out of his mom is best way to raise a child huh? You're a fucking joke dem" , " i said you're not leaving" said demarcus in an insisting manner, pulling and holding her , "let go of me" shouted Zysla struggling to get of the both hand grip of demarcus, "i said you're not going anywhere" Demarcus Kept insisting, the struggling got more and more rough, that involved breaking one of the mirrors the room, destruction of one of those 90s fans, and a collective general mess in the room, Zysla used a beer bottle that was near by and tried to hit Demarcus on his head,but Demarcus quickly shielded himself using his elbow only to end up with a slightly deep cut, and some blood was dripped some of the close and bed sheets, Zysla took one of the wooden chairs inside the room and smashed it hard on Demarcus's back and as he fell down feeling the pain, Zysla used the opportunity to slip away, from the room sweating and still in tears this time with no sounds if crying coming out of her blazing at speed through the reasonably short corridor of their house Demarcus who was now going after her only to be stopped by his 5year old son morris was was in a non stop crying mode, Zysla got outside into her 1990's odd looking car and drove away at rushing speed. Demarcus stood on the hallway hugging and trying to console his 5year old son tears flowing from his wide bewildering eyes.
