There never is a fool. Or something like that, is what I heard when I ventured to reveal a story behind the shell of a tender coconut I had to my credit. The story being, how I held on to the shell after having savored the milk and two years later broken up with the man I shared it with.

I dared to reveal this to my boss who was rich by a girlfriend and a few fish given by her, by the end off their few-days old relationship. Different story that the girlfriend is my cousin and she already sees herself married to this man, in a year’s time.

So, as I was just about establishing with adjectives the traits that best described me a few years ago, he cut me. He said “you cant call yourself a fool”.
I fought back, like he was depriving me of the greater joy of being a fool. I said, “so what? I am secure enough to say it now”. Or am I?
Then I accused him of not letting me go on with my story and cutting me off, in the midst of my declaration.

I went on with my story and later pondered upon the origin of the fool amongst the other kinds, considering they were those.

Shakespeare had them in his classics, so much so, that it is the fool that is responsible of the great change of events. I hope he didn’t think, oh, I cant refer to a fool as a fool.
A fool is a fool is a fool.

Then on another tangent, while still in the month, we celebrate fools day. Honoring the fools or adding to that clan. And to speak, his new girlfriend, made midnight madness calls, fooling all those on her phone book, and clearly including me.

Thus, there are fools everywhere. My boss likes it or not.