An exciting and pulse pounding thriller. An uplifting and sometimes suspenseful story. "Organised Confusion" mixes domestic violence, humour, unfaithfulness, greed, jealousy and suicide. Frustrated by poverty, he fights his way out. Effectual the change in his living condition. So widespread his influence. His life previously greeted by gloom and desolation is no more. But his wife's infidelity hits his brain with confusion and disturbs his faculties. Pandemonium sets in when he balloons and loads the belly of the only seventeen-year-old girl of his best friend unknowingly.
His wife was fast asleep. Nothing could disturb her. Her face so perfectly innocent, timeless, softly radiant, were in ever in sharp contradiction to her character. Some snake under grass. His eyes glassed over her with tears of rage.
Death now seemed to him just a lure and not something scary any more. Life couldn't get any worse for him, as he saw it. He felt especially reckless.
He constantly heard the tolling of the death-bell in his ears. For him he had placed himself, unbidden in a position that would not even necessitate the interposition of God to save his poor soul from the hands of death. His face was so charged with anguish.
He sat on the bed and gazed at Yaa, shaking his head violently in disappointment. His fate trembled in the balance. But it was not over yet. It was not finished. It could not have come to this, it could not end this way for him. And there pounded in his head only hatred for Yaa.
As for Pepra he was the Satan himself, a dangerous person he would never associate with, not even in hell.
His wife was fast asleep. Nothing could disturb her. Her face so perfectly innocent, timeless, softly radiant, were in ever in sharp contradiction to her character. Some snake under grass. His eyes glassed over her with tears of rage.
Death now seemed to him just a lure and not something scary any more. Life couldn't get any worse for him, as he saw it. He felt especially reckless.
He constantly heard the tolling of the death-bell in his ears. For him he had placed himself, unbidden in a position that would not even necessitate the interposition of God to save his poor soul from the hands of death. His face was so charged with anguish.
He sat on the bed and gazed at Yaa, shaking his head violently in disappointment. His fate trembled in the balance. But it was not over yet. It was not finished. It could not have come to this, it could not end this way for him. And there pounded in his head only hatred for Yaa.
As for Pepra he was the Satan himself, a dangerous person he would never associate with, not even in hell.
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