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Bull’s Testicle
Times were hard. It was the kind of difficulty that forced enemies to collaborate and thrive. My friend Desmond and his roommates frequently fought. But during tough times like these, no one had energy for quarrels. Initially, Desmond phoned his parents. They were tired of his constant complaints of not having money. “What happened to…
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The Outcast (Page 31)
One day I returned from school and discovered that we had a visitor. But this visitor was unlike the others we’ve seen so far. This guest seemed to be everywhere…in the kitchen, living room, even in the bedroom of the head of the house. Who could she be? Then I heard the teenager call her…
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The Outcast (Page 30)
My new house was a relatively quiet one. The only mouth that spoke there was the head of the family. He speaks all the time and when everywhere was quiet, you knew he wasn’t around. It was a house of a man, his wife, a little boy (his nephew) and a teenager ( his niece).…
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The Outcast (Page 29)
I still remember the first day I stepped into that house. It was a Sunday evening. We had finished taking supper and dad asked me to pack my belongings, he had spoken to an old friend and I could stay with his old friend to write my final exams. It would be just for a…
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Players know
Players knowThat out of every hundred shots takenAt least onehits the targetTo playersRejections are normalAnd losingIs nothing personalThey understandThat it’s part of the game
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Take a deep breath
Sometimes we try to read meanings into many things that happen to us. Oh, the unusual way we met that old friend? That must be a sign. Or the way an incident occurred thrice on the same date in three years, that is definitely a miracle. We think the way our name rhymes with that…
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Rebuild
I see themStudyingFor hours by a lanternLate into the nightMosquitoes hovering over their headsLike some angelic choirSinging lullabiesFor children determined To stay awake After the long toilAnd hard climbUp the educational ladderBehold their shining trophyOf unemployment And disillusionsAnd the constant strivingTo no progress Ah, the system But you and ICan recreate the systemThat inspires hardwork…
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The last time we saw him
They said it wasn’t his time. That the accident abruptly ended his young life, and great dreams. They said the incident wasn’t normal. That was why the night he was proclaimed dead, no one could sleep in his house, as an invisible hand scattered bowls and plates in the kitchen, opened and closed doors in…
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The journey is a teacher
While you’re searching for the smartest way to start, the most impressive way to make an entry into an industry, the right moment to strike, the best climate under which to cultivate new habits, the morality of a new move, someone has begun their journey all the same. Without luggage, without any guarantee of enough…
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The Outcast (Page 28)
It wasn’t long before our luxurious life in the city started dwindling. It started with our driver. They said he had attitude. Or perhaps our parents couldn’t afford keeping him any longer. What does it matter? The dog wasn’t liked. Did it matter what bad name he was given or what river he going to…
Diary of a Wanderer 