In one June evening, after so many years, I saw him again, sitting beside the pond with a fishing rod. He now looked old. But all his actions and poses were of that of the same man I saw in yesteryears.
Mr. Jumble kept the fish basket in the fishing rod’s place, the old stinky boot on the table and went to wash his hands. When Mrs. Jumble saw the boot on the table she gave out a yell.
Marriage is some gift one should accept when it comes from heaven. We are decided. Let me make my parents accept for our match.
I was very grateful to Sammy for that kind gesture.Sammy and I became good friends. My mum was a bread baker.By giving him bread week after week, it strengthened our friendship.
Jako talked with his family about me and Aiko’s relationship. To our amazement the family were more delighted to hear the news than we were
My mother descended from a family of fishermen. It so happened that I took a fancy to fishing in my boyhood. That soft corner for fishing in my heart sprouted