Looking for a partner? You are not alone. Many people today are looking for a partner, and are having trouble finding that ideal partner. If you are on the market for a partner, there are many websites nowadays that caters to your needs.
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However we are not exactly here to find you that partner you are looking for, we are actually here to tell you of someone who did find a partner and about some of the twist and turns which would have marked the road which leads home for this one individual. Here’s hoping that your search leads you safely home too, and in love.
Here now is the second installment in the Manley story as promised. This is episode two in the series.
Excerpt from chapter 2:
Love to die for.
Libby was 24, and me, I was 34 years of age then.
The forces on either side of this socio-divide were unrelenting. Was this a love to die for? Maybe, but then again, maybe not.
Libby Dahoust is her name, I am Manley, Manley Jaxtan Woodhardt. I met her there at study hall, well, I saw her there for the very first time on the orientation evening. We were both volunteering our services there, but we really only did meet and greet in a strange kind of way at the food counter, in the pizzeria across the street at Sherbrooke and McGill college not many days later. She is a straight-A medical student of Indian descent. Straight shiny black hair and chocolate brown skin. And me, I'm just barely skimming my way through a course in computer programing and design. A West Indian-born dark-skinned dreadlock wanna-be at the time, my dreads was just beginning to take shape but I sure have got the physiques and the good looks to work it well. Well, so they used to say. I am the quintessential West Indian man. That’s what they also said, and I had no reason to doubt them.
She is very shy and reserved, or so it would seem at first sight to many, including me.
Her head is always in the books or the papers. Until I caught her eying me there that day. Or should I say, we were eying each other? I was looking at her over the pizza and coke in front of me on the table, she must have felt the burning, piercing gaze because, she looked up from the paper and flash a quick glance and a smile my way, then revert back to the paper before her there on the table. The crushed-up paper plate and empty drink container also there on the table in front of her, suggested to me that she had already finished her meal and was using the rest of the time there studying.
Every now and then she would sneak other peaks my way, until, she was either done with the studies or she had had her fill of me. She picked up her belongings and shook her wide open palm in a jolly and gay little wave at me on the way out, “Bye!” She whispered. That was how it got started, think I may have ruined her studies for a brief moment there though. The only thing she seemed to be wanting to study there for a while after I walked in, was me. But...
Her father was a physician in his Asiatic homeland but had was to settle for driving a taxi cab here, in the new country of residence.
The family also owns and operate a grocery store in the Cote Des Neige area: D&D Tropical Products. The elder Dahoust woman - Luba Dahoust and Kamal the son is the face of that business. Whenever Kamal is not chauffeuring his sister - Libby, he can be found either in the store there or he would be driving the delivery truck, a cube-shaped white Isuzu truck.
They were nine and ten, her brother and her when he (the father), threaten to kill him (the brother) because, he caught him trying to make out with his sister, (Libby) in the basement sofa, he nearly killed the poor boy with licks, and then warned him that: "if I ever get wind of you even so much as getting close to her again, I swear to God (or Allah,) I will kill you." Then the second round of licks came and did not stop until Kamal lay sprawled out on the floor, seemingly lifeless.
Panicking, their mother Luba, sprang into action and picked him up, then went to work nursing him: back to life, back to health, and now? Back to reality.
To be continued.
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Extra, extra. On this day in history
Tuesday 22nd
2002 - Marc Chagall's work "Study for 'Over Vitebsk" was found at a postal installation in Topeka, KS. The 8x10 oil painting is valued at about $1 million. The work was stolen a year before from the Jewish Museum in New York City.
1973 - Joe Frazier lost the first fight of his professional career to George Foreman. He had been the undefeated heavyweight world champion since February 16, 1970, when he knocked out Jimmy Ellis.
1903 - The Hay-Herrán Treaty was signed by United States Secretary of State John M. Hay and Colombian Chargé Dr. Tomás Herrán. The treaty granted the United States rights to the land proposed for the Panama Canal.
1900 - Off of South Africa, the British released the German steamer Herzog, which had been seized on January 6.
1879 - British troops were massacred by the Zulus at Isandhlwana.
1824 - The Asante army crushed British troops in the Gold Coast.
1771 - The Falkland Islands were ceded to Britain by Spain.
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