Ransie was a narrow six feet of sallow brown skin and yellow hair. The imperturbability of the mountains hung upon him like a suit of armor. The woman was calicoed, angled, snuff-brushed, and weary with unknown desires. Through it all gleamed a faint protest of cheated youth unconscious of its loss.

I&#39;ve been estranged from my father since I was eight.

The damage can fester under layers of time and change, and an ignorant, thoughtless remark can easily reopen the wound.

Failure and success are consequences of our actions 
Knowing or unknowingly a price must be paid

Written By Kenneth Chinedu Martins

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