From the first published part of the story in A Man Who Went to the Moon Without a Jacket comes the second part of a catastrophic incident where another man's jealous acts of admiration caused a newly wedded couple to end up on the edge of death. Not only does this brought about unbearable pain to a pregnant woman who had kept her pregnancy a secret she wanted to share on their honeymoon as a present of appreciation to the only man she had ever truly loved but also the admirer tucked her prince charming to sleep in a comma, which lasted twenty-five years, where he didn't know his wife was pregnant. She ended up raising two of their twins on her own in a cold world where she had less hope of her husband's return. When her husband returned home, she then struggles in agony to restore her husband's lost memory after a terrible accident that nearly took both of their lives on that same day after they exchanged breathtaking matrimony vows.

As a child at the age of 13, I always wanted to become an author and I admired the work authors put into stories and how they took me places I've never been before. But the inspiration for my writing came from the sit-backs and the pain I felt after losing my beloved mother in 2006. By that time I was jobless and homeless, so I thought of something that might help me turn the negativity that was undertaking my life. I was desperate to find a job, but wherever I sent an application, all I received were silly excuses and the word I hate to hear recruiters say:

'Sorry you have no experience, and at this point, we will not be proceeding with your application any further. However, we can keep your CV in our system just in case something suitable comes along.' Really?

So I sat down thought about losing a mum, and the rejections of my CV. I then asked myself this one question, how the hell do these recruiters expect me to gain experience if they don't take the risk and give me a chance to try my luck? And I remember asking one of them the same question on the phone. In 2012 I began writing a short brief of the entire experience I went through after losing a mother and I ended up writing a book instead. And ever since then, I have never given up on writing or even put the pen down, not even a single day. But apart from my writing. I'm also a single father who has failed to find a woman to replace the mother of my children. Once I mention I have children, not one but four. Women run as fast as they can. I wonder why they would choose to run away from someone who shows such honesty in the first place. I love all my children the same way as my first born, and they all have been such a blessing to my life, that they have helped me to grown up into the person I'm today.