The Apple and The Tree (Tomorrow I'll be Twenty)
In this country, a boss should always be bald and have a big belly. My uncle isn’t bald, he hasn’t got a big belly, and you don’t realise, the first time you see him, that he’s the actual boss of a big office in the centre of town. My Uncle is not married and has always been a strange man, he would sway his hips when he walked and he would gloss his lips till they gleamed. My Uncle, when he speaks, sings his words and beautiful birds would circle his head, and then he would draw invisible images in the air with his left hand when the talk gets interesting. Last Christmas, the whole family got together at his house and my uncle felt at home in the company of the women while his brothers, my father included, glared at him. And whenever a guest caught my father's gaze, he would drop his eyes in shame. When they called him to discuss with the men , his singy voice dwarfed their growly whispers and everyone heard what he was saying. I love my Uncle because he never runs out of to...