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"Im all about The Coco-nut". That was my teachers last sentence as he plummeted down a steep hill. As he fell, I caught a glimpse of his Crown Jewels which unwantedly reminded me of our days together, teacher and student, stem and leaf, shoot and mesocarp. We were birds of a feather, two nuts in a sack, inseparable.
With unparalleled expertise, he was given the sobriquet: Coconut Connoisseur. He knew it all, all the ins and outs of the nut. His lessons were a spectacle, a beautiful show, a piece of art.

-The coconut is composed of distinct layers. The tough, fibrous exocarp forms the outer husk, providing protection. Now, does anyone know what the edible white flesh of the coconut is called?

I looked up to him, wished that one day I could be standing there, teaching and spreading the knowledge to the coming generations. But, i...... i just could not continue with this anymore. Coconut this coconut that, I grew tired of it. All was coconuts, every day, every hour, every minute every second EVERYTHING. I WAS TURNING INTO A COCONUT. Getting crazier day by day, my mind could not handle it anymore. It had to stop, I need to, IT HAD TO, otherwise my being will.
I invited him for a walk, we were wandering down the streets of the city, bought a cup each of coconut water. Talking, laughing at silly jokes, enjoying the moment, just like a teacher and a student should be.

I decided it was time.

Slowly guided him to the spot. It was a lovely view, the sunset was charmingly reflecting on the water and bird were flying back to their nests, resting for the following day. As the cold breeze hit my face I saw my opportunity. He was naively staring at the horizon, unbeknownst of what would become of him in a moment.

I take a leap towards him, he sees me approaching yet still, he does not react. Its as if he did know all along, like a memory re lived. Accepting his upcoming fate he uttered his last sentence as he started tumbling down the hill. Just like a coconut falls down from a tree.
He separated into the layers of the nut as he reached the beach. I was done, I left the place with a wide grin on my face. Free I finally was, just like an unripe coconut waiting for the day it will fall of the tree.