Crocodile Tears

Hey CheckMates, it's Check Edgar here!

I read an article this week about a man who spent 16 years raising children that were not his. The father of those children was his best friend. The same man he built a business with. The same man he trusted with his life. When I finished reading, I could not close my mouth for five minutes.

But then I remembered I had my own story.

My girlfriend. My best friend. My apartment. One night I came home exhausted from rehearsals, fell asleep, and heard something I was never supposed to hear. I did not move. I did not open my eyes. I just listened.

What I heard that night changed everything. But I did not react immediately. I waited. I watched. I let them both perform their innocence in front of me. And when she finally sat across from me and cried, I watched those tears and remembered exactly what crocodile tears are for.

The crocodile does not cry because it is sorry. It cries because it is hungry.

Why am I still single? Because I studied four years of theatre arts and still could not see the performance happening in my own apartment.

Edgar doesn't lie.

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🎧 Music and sound design by Isaac Runsewe. 🎨 Episode artwork by Oritsemisan Enemigin. 🎙️ Podcast created by Edgar Eriakha.