Conversation between a dying Father (September) and his Son (October)

September : My son I'm tired.

October :Why?

September : My time is up, I will be going to join your fore fathers.

October : I know, your time is over. I will miss you Dad.

September : Let me tell you some things before I go.

October : What is it Dad?

September: Please when I go, make sure you take care of this person.

October : Who?

September : The person READING this conversation of ours.

October : Okay.

September: I made some promises to this person during my reign, I fulfilled some, and some I couldn’t.

October : But why couldn’t you fulfill all dad?

September : Well, my son time and human factors affected some of the
promises....

October : But...

September : But surely, I spoke with God on this person's behalf, and God granted my wish that you may fulfill the rest promises that I couldn't. So these are the rest of the fulfillment you will carry out on this person.

October : Go on dad.

September : Stabilize this person's health all through your reign there shall be no sickness! Open a direct link between God and this person.

October : Done, carry on Dad.

September : Ensure that this person's dreams come to reality within the shortest period of time.

October : Alright.

September : Give this person wealth that will touch lives of multitudes.

October : Surely.

September : Make sure that you remove all remaining hindrances to success from this person's way and make the year a huge success.

October : I will dad, no problem!

September : Pay more emphasis on the advice of this person's friends, don't worry about that of this person's enemies, God will take care of that! Get it?

October : Yes

September : Finally, promise me that when your own time is up, you will instruct this to your offspring after offspring (November & the others) to keep positive fulfillment of this person going!

October : Yes dad, may God help me!

September : Now I can pass to the beyond happily! May you be prosperous!!!

October : Amen. But sorry Dad, who is this person again?

September : The one who will type "AMEN”

the William Butler Yeats piece

Then one day, something (un)ethical happened. Both Stella and Sheldon were attending a conference on the effect of radioactive waves on people staying or passing close to power lines. Stella being a photographer wanted to know how her clients would be exposed by the gamma rays from her lenses. Sheldon being a theoretical physicist was just being at the right place at the right time. A study done in Denver Colorado had indicated that exposure to waves for a period of more than five minutes at a distance of 21 yards from the source had the effect of killing brain cells responsible for ‘thinking upright.’ A similar study in East Texas where Sheldon hails from had come up with totally different findings. The person who was to present the Denver Colorado findings didn’t show up. Sheldon had waited to confront him with his shoddy findings. As Sheldon waited for the good professor of radioactivity to come, he threw his morals and ethics out of the window and pulled a William Butler Yeats on Stella from nowhere. The William Butler Yeats piece became viral. A fire had been set ablaze. Stella saw the fire but didn’t know who had set it. It took her time. She thought of confronting Sheldon after he had been pointed out from a crowd. She held her horses. Sheldon set the fire when he was sitting next to one of his Jewish friends, the Slow One.  The Slow One didn’t know he had helped Sheldon with firearms.  He was that clueless or may be he just didn’t care that he had released the much needed info. You know how the Jewish don’t grasp things fast enough. All this time when firearms and intelligence was being handed over to Sheldon, Stella was just two or three arm lengths away. Chatting with her bestie who he later learned was called Aimy.

Sheldon and Stella meet in Pasadena

This is how it starts. Not all true stories lack fiction. this is a true story mixed with fiction.

2011 AC. the year of the rabbit. I mean live rabbits, not those gadgets. Somewhere in the outcasts of Pasadena, a group of over 800 people have just reported for a 12 month course. These 800 people are from different places. Coming together means they will have to make new friends. Time is a constraint and friend-making is not given so much a thought. Sheldon is among them and wonders how he will share the same oxygen in the same place with these people. He is too shy to start conversations with people he has just met. With an IQ of 187, he thinks he knows everything around him and doesn’t need to ask anybody for anything. At an American height, he’s a cool shy guy with an easy smile.

At first Sheldon believes there’s no much socialization to be done because these people are no different from the people he has known and interacted with for the last few years. That hypothesis will soon become obsolete and rendered mute. Stella too is here. A pretty beautiful lady, athletic, standing at 5'' 4'. Light skinned. Nice complexion. Perfect figure. She has just crossed the fence to join this place. It therefore means she is not seeing this place for the first time unlike Sheldon. Stella is originally from Omaha in Nebraska though she has stayed in Pasadena for quite sometime when she was pursuing her undergraduate studies, in photography. Sheldon is from East Texas, a crowded city though with low crime rate and average police response time of 8 minutes 36 seconds and high speed internet connection. There are no fast food joints hence less obese people. East Texas is a red State.

Fast forward to 2nd quarter of 2011 AC. All the 800 students have settled and serious studies have picked up. It happens that Stella and Sheldon are in the same class. Sheldon has taken note of Stella though he doesn’t know what Stella knows about him. They must have said hi to each casually a while back. Nothing much.