At a burial ceremony with this new assistant of mine who mocked me the other day for drinking elders’ palm wine and getting almost high. We were standing there looking at beautiful … people walk back and forth. This fellow walks up to us, clearly drunk, and clearly not noticing all the beautiful… people walking back and forth. He strikes a conversation with my partner and proceeds to ask him his name.
“My name is..” pause “..James..”. “James what?” the fellow asked, “James… Flomo” my partner replies. “Oh, sorry brother, its sad to have lost a loved one, a mother for that matter. Good to see you’re looking cheerful.”
Apparently, Flomo is the name of the bereaved family.
And when the fellow asked me why I suddenly started laughing I just faked a cough and pointed at my chicken.
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had to giggle at this like a little girl, are you sure by the way it wasn´t me the drunk guy?
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hehehe! If it was you, i would’ve known. it was a funny situation.
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You would have known?that is a….pretty cool though actually.And you probably would have invite me to dinner or to an after burial party!
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Ofcourse, lol, and yeah, prettt cool after burial party with you in there would be awesome! We’d make a pretty good pair. Staring at pretty…people going back and forth and all…
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You know what, you just gave me an idea to write about,
I want to work in a morgue. Yep, nobody there to disturb me, well a lot of people there but they won´t say a thing hopefully…..
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Whoa, and i was just about to publish that same post for tomorrow! Wow, we are kindred spirits you and i.
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lmao, hopefully the people there will remain mute. No movements from them either. My morgue post is about the ‘experience’ i’ve gathered being around corpses. You wanna peep at it? i could email it to ya.
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