In December when we were about to write our first term exams and I was teaching Amani some arithmetics in their backyard, Mum called us from inside the sitting room. We ran in to stumble upon a handsome, rather beautiful man seated cross-legged opposite Mum on the three sitter. There were varieties of food set on the center table before him which could feed ten people, no wonder Mum was busy in the kitchen all day. The man leisurely sipped the new Chi product chivita which had set five alive on a wild chase, from a tumbler.
He was richly dressed in shirt, trousers and blazer and truly, a very neat beautiful man with a killer smile. We looked at each other confused, who was man?
"Gee, this is Amani my darling daughter and that's Manal her best friend, girls this is Uncle Gaddafi, your s
