Apollo
“You’re back!”
I called out from the dining area where I was eating alone when I heard the motor cycle Keno commissioned to take him to and fro the bus stop down the hill and into the city.
This was the reason why he was so adamant to have not any of the drivers much more me—send him or fetch him to and from the bus stop which is a good ten minutes or so ride to the house.
At first, he would only have the motorcycle man send and fetch him from the gate which was about thirty meters to the house and when I asked him why, he told me he didn’t want to have strangers let inside the compound.
And I was with him on that.
But the day I leaned about his commissioned ride on the third day of his back to school, I asked Keng to do a back ground check of the old man driver and after my
