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The Outcast ( Page 2 )
Teaching usually started after 8am, right after morning assembly. And the hours before classes started, they were called “silence hour”. During this period, pupils who were present at school were numbered. The teachers on duty for the week would then storm classroom after classroom in the course of the day, fishing out late comers and…
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The Outcast ( Page 1)
“J’ai envie de t’adorer ! ” A piercing voice echoed through the chilly harmattan. “Ready, sing!” The prefect on duty conducted. Soon, a million croaking voices chanted madly. “Stop! Stop!…” One teacher interrupted, a couple of whips landing simultaneously on the backs of Tunde and Tijani who were disrupting proceedings at the morning assembly. We…
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It’s never late
We destroy ourselves in many ways we do not realize. See how prettier and healthier we get by making conscious efforts to exercise regularly. See what knowledge you and I can acquire to better our lives by constantly reading wide. See the many things we can get done with little time when we cultivate the…
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New Day, New beginning
Like children learning to walk, we fall, rise, fall again before finally finding our feet. Nobody beats a child for attempting to walk and not doing so perfectly on the first try. Why are we sometimes hard on ourselves for mistakes we’ve made? Learn. Move on. And promise yourself to do better next time. Today…
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Shine
Invasive lightsfrom mighty heightspenetrate the darkdistinct like a dog’s barkat midnight A pair of palmsstocks of armsand swarms of antscan never stopthe shine of a rising sun
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Dilemma
The fortune-teller reshuffled the cardsI pulled out oneA bereaved sparrow on a rooftopNot a good cardI contemplated the contents for a whilebefore handing it backDropping a coin into his bowlI walked awaytoo saddened to be distractedby the sudden commotionat the market square Why invest in somethingThat will only be washed awayOver timeLike a sand castle…
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Glistening in the distance
Maskyour hurtsTurn your backto all they’ve saidbehind you The mask will chafeIts pain will fadeNo condition is here to stayYou’ll soon forget your sorrowful daysAnd what the wasted years took away Glistening in the distance, a medallionRaise your head, tough stallionObstacles do not define a championEven if they seem unmovable like Mt. ZionEven if they…
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Only a spectator
In the mist, muffled stomping of a horse’s feetThe sound grows louder, bursting through the fogunto the cold, wooden bridge in the form of a hysterical horseinfected by the spirit of its rider. As the neighing fades, I stare, bewilderedOnly a spectator till I’m a victimWhat can I hope forWhen I do not understand? https://wp.me/p4GQQl-zvd
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What have we grown into?
A child in my class walked up to me and told me that he spotted me walking to school and he told his dad to pick me up in their car but his father said they were late and the stop would delay them further. It’s the second time on two separate occasions he’s told…
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SpillWords Publication
I am pleased to announce the publication of my piece “There is a place for everything” on SpillWords Press Special thanks to the Chief Editor Dagmara. K., the Team at SpillWords Press and to Grace Y. Estevez ( Grace of the Sun ) through whom I got to know of SpillWords. Here is the link:…
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