Tag: Creative writing
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This too shall pass
Was like some sort of rebirth. Finding oneself in a new land, a strange land. Many of the strongly guarded values back home do not hold here. It’s like some new set of rules for living, tailored to the needs of the people, existed here. A stranger, Louis strolls through the streets of his new…
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wet wood
Wood refuses to catch fireIt’s wetBeen raining these past few daysDrying up will take some timeBut the sun will surely comeWill surely shineWood and fire will embrace once moreIn crackling laughter Without warningThe promising tree is chopped downTo begin from scratch, begin from the bottomBut like it’s done beforeWith little drops of waterWind and sunshineGreen…
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In search of bread
Early morning. I have somewhere urgent to go in about an hour and half. Back from my morning jogging routine. Very hungry. Forgot to take my wallet. Had to to go to the room to fetch it. The atmosphere in the room is different. It’s quiet and a little stuffy. Outside, there’s so much fresh…
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Memories of home
It became the norm, sad as the situation was. It amazed her that one part of the world could live in such quiet, peace and harmony whereas another part of the world was in chaos, where hope was torn into pieces by bullets sweeping past the ears of fleeing children and mothers and fathers and…
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The New Chairman
It was offertory time. And before a song was raised for us to dance and give out our monies, the pastor read out some information. It was a breakdown of our offerings for each month from the various local assemblies. Apparently, he was pleased with the figures, adding that he didn’t want members to become…
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The Outcast (Page 39)
Back home, I was impatient to show the results to my parents. They had gone out and weren’t back. It was 7pm, then 8…9pm, still they weren’t in. Where could they be? Everyday they were always at home by this time. Today that I had something important to share, they were no where to be…
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The Controversy
It was everyone’s dream and wish that Akweley marries. For she was so kind, humble and generous. She was an interpreter at her local church, helping her town people understand what the English priest said. Even the priest prayed that she find a good husband. On one occasion while she was interpreting his sermon, he…
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You’ll go mad
They say if you read too muchYou’ll go madOf courseIf you drink too muchYou’ll be drunkButDepends on what you’re drinkingAnd what’s fueling the thirstCould be waterFueled by a good workoutIn which caseDrinking is good for healthLike good books to the mindDrink too much practical, useful knowledgeGet drunk with wisdomGet drunk with passionTo see your dreams…
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The Outcast (Page 38)
Thursday afternoon. I receive a message : the results are in. I stood there still, digesting the message, growing nervous each passing minute.Checking the results of one’s final exams was like undergoing a heart transplant, a delicate affair. “Should I check that same day or the next?” I contemplated. Then I thought of an idea.…
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Under a mango tree
A street hawkerA young boyHe’s sitting under the shadeOf a mango treeHis feet, white with dustFrom wandering in the scotchy sunHis throat, parchedHe looks like he’s on the brinkOf giving upPerhaps one of those boysFrom the northIn the south, in searchOf a better lifeBetter livingWhatever might have pushed him hereIs causing him to now reconsiderHow…
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