Me: namaste jiju, how are you.Jiju: hi Rahul, how are you.Me: I am fine jiju.Swetha came to me with tea and informed jiju in a pale tone that I will h...re for some time as he is searching for a job and will also take care me and tej in your absence.He nodded and said ok.Things got settled, jiju left and it’s lunch time. She has prepared a lot of things. After lunch, I have called my parents and informed that as of now things are fine and I will take care of the things here.Swathi told me all the. Her eyes widened, and the colour rushed to her cheeks on hearing that.“OK bhaiya...” she replied back in a small voice.I let go of her and with a smile left the room. Settling down on the couch, I stripped off my polo-neck t-shirt. I was wearing tight sleeveless vests inside, that showed off my well muscled chest and biceps. Within a few moments, Sejal came back into the living room. As she walked tentatively towards me, I smiled at her. This incredible innocent teenager had followed my. The two women caught up on each other’s lives for the last year before Kopi steered the conversation toward palace intrigue.“Why did Father let Inumut wed Bintanath? I thought she was promised to my brother Mentu.” She asked.“The Vizier convinced your father for her hand. I did not protest because she was not a good match for Mentu. He is such a quiet and studious boy and she is such an evil witch,” replied Queen Nefertari.Kopi burst into laughter at her Mother’s pronouncement before she. I know of black men who mistreat their women and of black women who brag about using the criminal justice system to mistreat their men. I know of the treachery which fills the black community. Everyday seems to be a battle of the sexes between black men and black women. And neither side is taking prisoners. Folks, this is madness. Seriously. This has to stop. The end of this madness stops now. I remember my grandfather Alphonse and my grandmother Mercy in rural Haiti where I grew up. They loved.