The Eaghams Weekly: Short Story No.21: Samuel The Philosopher by The Eaghams

Samuel The Philosopher

Some cool East London slang features in this one. It's about Samuel The Philospher, a character you come across in London, that's a beguiling combination of being cool, and knowledgable that you get with the hip hop folks, who don't put on the air of being in the know or particularly intellectual.The Eaghams.   
He was an absent-minded fellow when he was young but his word was good as gold, who picked up information around him first before what was said, that got in the way of what he was hearing from a given person, at times, especially, girls, whose emotions were all over the shop, or aggressive men who were too emotional, it made his eyes glaze over.

There was more information in all the clairvoyant like detail around him, so he would naturally take more time for a given task, dismissed by most as ignorant and vague, by the go getters...oh, they only rushed but never paused to consider any subtleties of a given situation to enlighten to. This slowed them down in the long run, and led to a lack of knowledge on their part. It was only a decade after they tired themselves out and wasted resources, that they saw the error of their multitasking ways of greed and excessive gossip.

He seemed like he was zoned out, and would stay stuff like he didn't know where in the universe he was from whilst peering down at his Reeboks. He wore an Akademiks top Some people thought it was because he was lazy, leisurely dressed with baggy jeans, some people thought he smoked weed because he was never serious, joking in his deep baritone voice. He thought deeply to the point that he lacked common sense to the bespectacled  (double glazing) crime bosses of Beckton, who were impeccably pragmatic and practical in their directives, who were calm and collected but with a fire that could be unleashed. They knew how to control themselves, it was too bait to be otherwise, they would have got caught by feds.

One of them was at a restaurant talking in a low voice and greeting the middle class customers who dressed in strict neatness and had tennis wear (including sporting tennis shoes, they were never lazy wearing trainers) for their friendly tennis tournaments on Saturday mornings, with discreet courtesy and a surprising kind of respect, as if on the watch for any coppers. Samuel didn't find out his name over the course of the dishes time.
When he did get his act together in a life where there are no dress rehearsals, he forged his way. It was so superb the stuff he came out with, that people wondered in amazement. He knew exactly how to phrase a given particular, and he knew the principles of things without even appearing at the scene. People thought he was clueless, but he obviously knew what he knew. That's why he didn't bother with a lot of people, he had been there, done that, had that conversation, acquired that lesson, done that degree listening to poised lecturers, traveled to that domain on the internet, or had visited the region on his travels simply by train and plane and contemplation of the peoples there. He would often hang out with Jake, that is, when Jake had an opportunity, he would ring Samuel. 
If you enjoyed this post, you can check out further short stories in this series by clicking the following titles:
  1.  Anish
  2.  Agnieska
  3. Catherine
  4. Mustapha
  5. Boy from Bath
  6. Actor Dude
  7. Imtiaz
  8. © Zubyre Parvez 2017 All Rights Reserved
  9. WRITER BIO: Zubyre Parvez (BA hons) studied English Literature at Hertfordshire University. He writes song lyrics, poetry, short stories, reviews, and articles for The Eaghams.  His poetry won runners up in a competition judged by Simon Armitage and Margaret Atwood. His poetry has been published in Kobita. His articles have appeared in The Epoch Times as a journalist for the newspaper. He has worked for New Tang Dynasty Television as a journalist. You can catch up with his tweets @TheEaghams

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