Hello, ladies. It is I, Shabani. It is said that Shabani is handsome. Very handsome. Women come to see Shabani at the zoo where Shabani lives. The piercing, thoughtful gaze of Shabani flutters their hearts. Or rustles their jimmies. One of those. Shabani is not sure.
But the women know Shabani is not just handsome. Shabani is kind. Shabani cares for his children. Shabani loves children. They are delicious.
Alas, the women, they cannot know Shabani’s heart. Shabani is a riddle, wrapped in an enigma, stuffed into a banana only Shabani can peel. Shabani is distant. Lonely. Shabani can only refer to himself in the third person. That is how lonely he is.