Killed by potato
Where you looking at - said MR Mathur who is eating his breakfast at his dinner table as he looked at the potato sitting in the chair infront of him
Where indeed ?, as the potato runs his fingers on the table while he keeps staring at him
Ok i am done, what is your problem
Said Mr Mathur annoyedly
where were you last night, said potato head
Where? Said Mr mathur
Exactly! Where were you . said potao head staring hardly at him in a deep voice
I was i ..i. here at pramod's - said Mr Mathur
Oh really? But last night when i came out of the refrigerator to play with mysel..... i mean to pee, i saw you coming home while burping as you throw something in the dustbin.
Mr Mathur's face turned white
Though i don't have a habit of smelling human's burp, but unfortunately there was a fart too - said potato head
So, you ate potato yesterday while knowing that i am a vegetarian huh as potato head pick out a knife
No.. no ... not exactly... it was a sweet poatato. Said Mr Mathur as his heartbeat increased
OH! Alright then - said potato head
It is ? Said Mr mathur
Yeah they are kinda, you know follows a different religion so i don't care - said potato head as he started to left
A religion for potatoes ha.. ha.. ha..
Said Mr Mathur as he chuckles
And that was his last laugh ....
RIP by a potato🙃
#review
#Einstestine
Where you looking at - said MR Mathur who is eating his breakfast at his dinner table as he looked at the potato sitting in the chair infront of him
Where indeed ?, as the potato runs his fingers on the table while he keeps staring at him
Ok i am done, what is your problem
Said Mr Mathur annoyedly
where were you last night, said potato head
Where? Said Mr mathur
Exactly! Where were you . said potao head staring hardly at him in a deep voice
I was i ..i. here at pramod's - said Mr Mathur
Oh really? But last night when i came out of the refrigerator to play with mysel..... i mean to pee, i saw you coming home while burping as you throw something in the dustbin.
Mr Mathur's face turned white
Though i don't have a habit of smelling human's burp, but unfortunately there was a fart too - said potato head
So, you ate potato yesterday while knowing that i am a vegetarian huh as potato head pick out a knife
No.. no ... not exactly... it was a sweet poatato. Said Mr Mathur as his heartbeat increased
OH! Alright then - said potato head
It is ? Said Mr mathur
Yeah they are kinda, you know follows a different religion so i don't care - said potato head as he started to left
A religion for potatoes ha.. ha.. ha..
Said Mr Mathur as he chuckles
And that was his last laugh ....
RIP by a potato🙃
#review
#Einstestine
#poetry #review #santumonikalita
Flaming cards
Tracking info on the pebbles,
Shiny red dress in water layers!
Rooted stone like overwhelming.
Thunder hugging the clouds,
Insecure rains can't exhale!
Badness of rainbows searching for rhythms.
Sand compromised very proudly,
Air sake for sublimity.
Glimmer of light, feels the sensation of flaming card's.
Flaming cards
Tracking info on the pebbles,
Shiny red dress in water layers!
Rooted stone like overwhelming.
Thunder hugging the clouds,
Insecure rains can't exhale!
Badness of rainbows searching for rhythms.
Sand compromised very proudly,
Air sake for sublimity.
Glimmer of light, feels the sensation of flaming card's.
WE ARE ALWAYS ASKED TO FORGIVE PEOPLE BUT THE IRONY IS WE ARE NEVER TAUGHT HOW TO DO SO. TO US FORGIVENESS IS A MERE SETTLEMENT OF PARDONING A SOUL WHO HAS HARMED US IN ANY WAY. BUT IT IS NOT JUST A WORD IT A SERIES OF STRATAGEM COMPROMISING OF SEVERAL STAGES. TO MASTER THE PROFICIENCY IN FORGIVENESS INITIALLY WE SHOULD EXCUSE THAT PERSON FOR DAMAGING OUR HEART OR EMOTIONS, NO MATTER HOW TRAUMATIC IT FELT IN PAST. MOVING ON TO THE NEXT STAGE CONCENTUALISING US TO LEARN FROM THIS EXPERIENCE AND MOVE AHEAD IN LIFE. THIS WILL MAKE US RESILIENT FOR FUTURE. THEN THE MOST CRUCIAL STAGE WHERE WE NEED TO UNBURDEN OUR SOUL AND HEART REPLACING THE ANTECEDENT DAMAGE WITH A SENSE OF SOLACE BY ASSUAGING OUR CORE. ALL OF THIS WILL EVENTUALLY BRING US TO THE LAST STAGE WHICH IS ABNEGATE BEING A REASON OF SOMBODY’S CICATRIX. EXECUTING THESE STEPS WILL CONCLUSIVELY TRANSFORM OUR PERSONALITY AND HEAL US EFFICACIOUSLY GIVING US A PRAGMATIC APPROACH TO LIVE LIFE. #thoughs #Kia ❤️#review
#review #Kia #random WHO SAYS THAT TO BE SOMEONE’S GUARDIAN ANGEL YOU HAVE TO BE DECEITFUL WITH YOUR PARTNER. LET US COMPREHEND ‘THE MOON AND ITS EMANATION ‘.JUST FOR ONCE BEHOLD THIS PROFOUND PHENOMENON THAT IS OCCURRING SINCE THE PERPETUITY. NO MATTER HOW DARK THE NIGHT BE, MOONLIGHT ALWAYS CARVES A WAY OUT AND CONCEAL THE GLOOMINESS UNDER ITS PARADISIACAL VEIL, SCATTERING OUT BEAMS OF GLINT. WE SHOULD LEARN FROM MOONLIGHT HOW MASTERLY IT ELEVATE OPTIMISM BY ELIMINATING BLEAKNESS CAUSED BY NIGHT. BUT THROUGHOUT THIS PROCESS IT NEVER DEPART OR ELUDE WITH ITS POISED BELOVED ………’THE MOON'
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DAY 39
PROMPT: Write a 50 word short story that does not have the words, a, an, or the
CONDITION: N/A
You're scared? Eyes right here! Look at me. Know how long I've waited? Know how long I've yearned to be this close? Don't you back away.I carried you. Nine long months! And guess what! They took you away from me! They call me murderer...but I'm still your mother.
#MA #shortstory #review
DAY 39
PROMPT: Write a 50 word short story that does not have the words, a, an, or the
CONDITION: N/A
You're scared? Eyes right here! Look at me. Know how long I've waited? Know how long I've yearned to be this close? Don't you back away.I carried you. Nine long months! And guess what! They took you away from me! They call me murderer...but I'm still your mother.
#MA #shortstory #review
Proverbs
As a child, mama would say to me son,
The sky is not the limit and the sun does not burn.
Whatever you want you could get under the fiery sun.
Mama would say;
Education is the key to the living the world embraces.
Lead with your head and not with your heart.
Love you should embrace and hate you put aside.
Son,
Acquire wealth,
But don't you ever forget health.
The things you do today,
Becomes history in the later days.
Son,
I know you're smart and brave
But be careful of mantis and snakes.
They'll push you hard and hope that you break.
Be ready for them son,
So that when they drag you, you don't shake.
And Hey son!
The clock is ticking and the end is near
Do all you should do today,
Listen to me with all your ears.
Hear my words this day son,
Live so that you don't pray to be dead.
#review #poetry #oba
As a child, mama would say to me son,
The sky is not the limit and the sun does not burn.
Whatever you want you could get under the fiery sun.
Mama would say;
Education is the key to the living the world embraces.
Lead with your head and not with your heart.
Love you should embrace and hate you put aside.
Son,
Acquire wealth,
But don't you ever forget health.
The things you do today,
Becomes history in the later days.
Son,
I know you're smart and brave
But be careful of mantis and snakes.
They'll push you hard and hope that you break.
Be ready for them son,
So that when they drag you, you don't shake.
And Hey son!
The clock is ticking and the end is near
Do all you should do today,
Listen to me with all your ears.
Hear my words this day son,
Live so that you don't pray to be dead.
#review #poetry #oba
Our Weaknesses Perfect Us
If our eyes could see better
Human race would've became extinct-
After suffering from self-starvation
If our ears have been sharper
Confusion trait would've turn normal
An after effect of sleep-deprivation
These imperfections in our creation
Ease our living in this environment
We thank You, The All-knowing
For perfecting our creation.
#poem #review #AhmadMusa
If our eyes could see better
Human race would've became extinct-
After suffering from self-starvation
If our ears have been sharper
Confusion trait would've turn normal
An after effect of sleep-deprivation
These imperfections in our creation
Ease our living in this environment
We thank You, The All-knowing
For perfecting our creation.
#poem #review #AhmadMusa
#review #flashfiction #Omueti
Title: Hyenas on the Street
I had searched for jobs but failed to secure any. I tried to borrow money but no one was willing to lend me some. Hunger soon ravaged my home like a strong beast from the wild. All day, I pushed myself around and was forced to approach people on the streets to ask for assistance; I even prayed for them that Allah should bless them and replenish their pockets, but they only walked faster and avoided me.
At long last, comfort was on the other side. We paused and observed, like brothers, bonded by sufferings.
“Quick!” I hollered at the Okada rider. We hopped on his bike and chased after the woman. The plan was perfect—he would slow down for me to snatch the phone, then, abscond like there's no tomorrow. As his bike fired on, and the alternating sounds of his gear toggled, I remembered when I sincerely wanted a good job and didn't ever consider harming anyone.
My heart raced uncontrollably. I wanted to tell him to “Stop!” My desperation should not push me to this extent. But I didn’t. I didn't look at the woman’s face as we drew closer. She occupied the entire backseat of the motorbike, while her sagging purple jean left a lot for the eyes to ponder. I went straight for the phone loosely hanging by the side of her bag. I heard a loud horn, a screech, and then, I found myself on the ground. My bike rider quickly jumped on his bike and sped off. I was still on the floor. The woman screamed, "Ole! Ole!" I got up and attempted to run away too.
The shout of "Ole" increased. I had been in Lagos long enough to know that chant wasn’t one of approbation. Someone shouted, "No let am run o! Hold am." Like hyenas, they all seemed to be laughing as they picked up stones. Small stones like toy guns started raining on me. I made moves to run, someone gripped my collar from behind.
“Abeg!” “Abeg!” I implored, dropping my knees to the ground and making hand gestures.
The number of people multiplied. I saw them running to select more massive stones. Some brought out their phones. What will my students in Zaria even hear—that Uncle went to Lagos and became a thief? Memunat will say she knew it! That was why she left me to become Hakeem's 13th wife.
The stones kept coming. Bigger. Heavier. But I knew pain. It wasn't any different. When Sadeeq died in my hands due to ordinary Malaria, that was pain. I saw women standing by the side of the road with their hands folded in shock as I tripped to the ground. My cloth was already soaked in my own blood.
"Forgive me Allah!" I gently thought, as an amused man who stood beside where I laid, lifted up a big stone and sunk me into eternity.
THE END
Title: Hyenas on the Street
I had searched for jobs but failed to secure any. I tried to borrow money but no one was willing to lend me some. Hunger soon ravaged my home like a strong beast from the wild. All day, I pushed myself around and was forced to approach people on the streets to ask for assistance; I even prayed for them that Allah should bless them and replenish their pockets, but they only walked faster and avoided me.
At long last, comfort was on the other side. We paused and observed, like brothers, bonded by sufferings.
“Quick!” I hollered at the Okada rider. We hopped on his bike and chased after the woman. The plan was perfect—he would slow down for me to snatch the phone, then, abscond like there's no tomorrow. As his bike fired on, and the alternating sounds of his gear toggled, I remembered when I sincerely wanted a good job and didn't ever consider harming anyone.
My heart raced uncontrollably. I wanted to tell him to “Stop!” My desperation should not push me to this extent. But I didn’t. I didn't look at the woman’s face as we drew closer. She occupied the entire backseat of the motorbike, while her sagging purple jean left a lot for the eyes to ponder. I went straight for the phone loosely hanging by the side of her bag. I heard a loud horn, a screech, and then, I found myself on the ground. My bike rider quickly jumped on his bike and sped off. I was still on the floor. The woman screamed, "Ole! Ole!" I got up and attempted to run away too.
The shout of "Ole" increased. I had been in Lagos long enough to know that chant wasn’t one of approbation. Someone shouted, "No let am run o! Hold am." Like hyenas, they all seemed to be laughing as they picked up stones. Small stones like toy guns started raining on me. I made moves to run, someone gripped my collar from behind.
“Abeg!” “Abeg!” I implored, dropping my knees to the ground and making hand gestures.
The number of people multiplied. I saw them running to select more massive stones. Some brought out their phones. What will my students in Zaria even hear—that Uncle went to Lagos and became a thief? Memunat will say she knew it! That was why she left me to become Hakeem's 13th wife.
The stones kept coming. Bigger. Heavier. But I knew pain. It wasn't any different. When Sadeeq died in my hands due to ordinary Malaria, that was pain. I saw women standing by the side of the road with their hands folded in shock as I tripped to the ground. My cloth was already soaked in my own blood.
"Forgive me Allah!" I gently thought, as an amused man who stood beside where I laid, lifted up a big stone and sunk me into eternity.
THE END
#review #TJ #fromOmueti
I searched for job, but rejected by many.
I tried to borrow money, but no-one was willing to lend any.
Hunger soon ravenged my home, throwing me under poverty dorm.
Forced to approach people for assistance,but they only showed me the resistance.
Looking at the brothers bonded by suffering,my mind started giving me unwanted offerings.
Plan was perfect to snatch the phone,
but my heart said "no" and unfortunately yes I was left alone.
I didn't intend to harm anyone,but they started showering stone.
"To keep the nation's fraternity, They sunked me into eternity"
POEM:- pls do give appropriate title🙂🙂
I searched for job, but rejected by many.
I tried to borrow money, but no-one was willing to lend any.
Hunger soon ravenged my home, throwing me under poverty dorm.
Forced to approach people for assistance,but they only showed me the resistance.
Looking at the brothers bonded by suffering,my mind started giving me unwanted offerings.
Plan was perfect to snatch the phone,
but my heart said "no" and unfortunately yes I was left alone.
I didn't intend to harm anyone,but they started showering stone.
"To keep the nation's fraternity, They sunked me into eternity"
POEM:- pls do give appropriate title🙂🙂
#review #TJ #fromOmueti
I searched for job, but rejected by many.
I tried to borrow money, but no-one was willing to lend any.
Hunger soon ravenged my home, throwing me under poverty dorm.
Forced to approach people for assistance,but they only showed me the resistance.
Looking at the brothers bonded by suffering,my mind started giving me unwanted offerings.
Plan was perfect to snatch the phone,
but my heart said "no" and unfortunately yes I was left alone.
I didn't intend to harm anyone,but they started showering stone.
"To keep the nation's fraternity, They sunked me into eternity"
POEM:- pls do give appropriate title🙂🙂
I searched for job, but rejected by many.
I tried to borrow money, but no-one was willing to lend any.
Hunger soon ravenged my home, throwing me under poverty dorm.
Forced to approach people for assistance,but they only showed me the resistance.
Looking at the brothers bonded by suffering,my mind started giving me unwanted offerings.
Plan was perfect to snatch the phone,
but my heart said "no" and unfortunately yes I was left alone.
I didn't intend to harm anyone,but they started showering stone.
"To keep the nation's fraternity, They sunked me into eternity"
POEM:- pls do give appropriate title🙂🙂
#review #real_life_story
#Einstestine
Hey fellas so i have been suffering from 'temporary inspiration loss' for past couple days so i thought why not share a real life incident that happened to me. So buckle up and enjoy the ride
So i was around 10 years old and my whole family had to visit temple that day for some occasion (i live in a joint family) so me and my cousin with barely 8 months age difference were pretty out of control that day because everyone was busy in preperations. so we have a garage just beside our house which we use as a parking space and to store scraps.so i went in the garage and found a half broken kitchen knife curious as i was, i picked it up and showed it to my cousin, we got really into the knife and i started swinging it like a sword then my cousin wanted to have it and i don't wanted to give him long story short he tried to snatch it i did'nt let go and then same old pulling from one side to another, then he let it go and..... well you can say that, that day could have been my first step towards becoming a pirate.
The knife gave me a pretty decent cut just under my left eye, it started from were the lower eye lid is while covering my whole cheek . Just a little more bad luck and i would'nt be watching late night movies that's for sure. So i am not feeling any pain, when you think about it a cut does'nt really hurt that much right? My cousin freaked out, we went inside the house, everyone freaked out for a sec but seeing that my eye was fine and i am not crying they patch me up, got some traditional beating, traditional 'haldi ka doodh' and traditionally they did'nt took me to a doctor. What? Strange? Hey that's pretty common around here just some haldi and you are good as new . So back to the story i was'nt even tensed about the cut so thinking about it leaving a mark was too far for me to imagine i was 10 ok. But now as i think about it , it's really terrifying, fortunately it did'nt leave that much of a scar very tiny if you really stare hard but don't that's creepy .
Do you have any real life incident?
#Einstestine
Hey fellas so i have been suffering from 'temporary inspiration loss' for past couple days so i thought why not share a real life incident that happened to me. So buckle up and enjoy the ride
So i was around 10 years old and my whole family had to visit temple that day for some occasion (i live in a joint family) so me and my cousin with barely 8 months age difference were pretty out of control that day because everyone was busy in preperations. so we have a garage just beside our house which we use as a parking space and to store scraps.so i went in the garage and found a half broken kitchen knife curious as i was, i picked it up and showed it to my cousin, we got really into the knife and i started swinging it like a sword then my cousin wanted to have it and i don't wanted to give him long story short he tried to snatch it i did'nt let go and then same old pulling from one side to another, then he let it go and..... well you can say that, that day could have been my first step towards becoming a pirate.
The knife gave me a pretty decent cut just under my left eye, it started from were the lower eye lid is while covering my whole cheek . Just a little more bad luck and i would'nt be watching late night movies that's for sure. So i am not feeling any pain, when you think about it a cut does'nt really hurt that much right? My cousin freaked out, we went inside the house, everyone freaked out for a sec but seeing that my eye was fine and i am not crying they patch me up, got some traditional beating, traditional 'haldi ka doodh' and traditionally they did'nt took me to a doctor. What? Strange? Hey that's pretty common around here just some haldi and you are good as new . So back to the story i was'nt even tensed about the cut so thinking about it leaving a mark was too far for me to imagine i was 10 ok. But now as i think about it , it's really terrifying, fortunately it did'nt leave that much of a scar very tiny if you really stare hard but don't that's creepy .
Do you have any real life incident?
#review #real_life_incident
#Einstestine
Hey fellas so i have been suffering from 'temporary inspiration loss' for past couple days so i thought why not share a real life incident that happened to me. So buckle up and enjoy the ride
So i was around 10 years old and my whole family had to visit temple that day for some occasion (i live in a joint family) so me and my cousin with barely 8 months age difference were pretty out of control that day because everyone was busy in preperations. so we have a garage just beside our house which we use as a parking space and to store scraps. so i went in the garage and found a half broken kitchen knife curious as i was, i picked it up and showed it to my cousin, we got really into the knife and i started swinging it like a sword then my cousin wanted to have it and i don't wanted to give him long story short he tried to snatch it i did'nt let go and then same old pulling from one side to another, then he let it go and..... well you can say that, that day could have been my first step towards becoming a pirate.
The knife gave me a pretty decent cut just under my left eye, it started from were the lower eye lid is while covering my whole cheek . Just a little more bad luck and i would'nt be watching late night movies that's for sure. So i am not feeling any pain, when you think about it a cut does'nt really hurt that much right? My cousin freaked out, we went inside the house, everyone freaked out for a sec but seeing that my eye was fine and i am not crying they patch me up, got some traditional beating, traditional 'haldi ka doodh' and traditionally they did'nt took me to a doctor. What? Strange? Hey that's pretty common around here just some haldi and you are good as new . So back to the story i was'nt even tensed about the cut so thinking about it leaving a mark was too far for me to imagine i was 10 ok. But now as i think about it , it's really terrifying, fortunately it did'nt leave that much of a scar very tiny if you really stare hard but don't that's creepy .
Do you have any real life incident?
#Einstestine
Hey fellas so i have been suffering from 'temporary inspiration loss' for past couple days so i thought why not share a real life incident that happened to me. So buckle up and enjoy the ride
So i was around 10 years old and my whole family had to visit temple that day for some occasion (i live in a joint family) so me and my cousin with barely 8 months age difference were pretty out of control that day because everyone was busy in preperations. so we have a garage just beside our house which we use as a parking space and to store scraps. so i went in the garage and found a half broken kitchen knife curious as i was, i picked it up and showed it to my cousin, we got really into the knife and i started swinging it like a sword then my cousin wanted to have it and i don't wanted to give him long story short he tried to snatch it i did'nt let go and then same old pulling from one side to another, then he let it go and..... well you can say that, that day could have been my first step towards becoming a pirate.
The knife gave me a pretty decent cut just under my left eye, it started from were the lower eye lid is while covering my whole cheek . Just a little more bad luck and i would'nt be watching late night movies that's for sure. So i am not feeling any pain, when you think about it a cut does'nt really hurt that much right? My cousin freaked out, we went inside the house, everyone freaked out for a sec but seeing that my eye was fine and i am not crying they patch me up, got some traditional beating, traditional 'haldi ka doodh' and traditionally they did'nt took me to a doctor. What? Strange? Hey that's pretty common around here just some haldi and you are good as new . So back to the story i was'nt even tensed about the cut so thinking about it leaving a mark was too far for me to imagine i was 10 ok. But now as i think about it , it's really terrifying, fortunately it did'nt leave that much of a scar very tiny if you really stare hard but don't that's creepy .
Do you have any real life incident?
And then when you wake up from the dream of happiness and realise that you there were no one to hold you back and listen to your anguish.
And the only pillar you find may frighten you thinking it might collapse one day and then you will be left all alone to melt down to puddles and there's a huge void surrounding to make you sink in the perfect beach of life.
#review #SP
And the only pillar you find may frighten you thinking it might collapse one day and then you will be left all alone to melt down to puddles and there's a huge void surrounding to make you sink in the perfect beach of life.
#review #SP
I am the used oil
I am the barren soil
I am the example which is not exemplary
I am the one who doesn't worry
I am the one with no brains
I am the one whose life is vain
I am the one driving people bonkers
I am the one who doesn't conquers
Ah! Wait wait
I am the one who still sucks
Because I am the one who don't give fucks
#review #vy #poetry
I am the barren soil
I am the example which is not exemplary
I am the one who doesn't worry
I am the one with no brains
I am the one whose life is vain
I am the one driving people bonkers
I am the one who doesn't conquers
Ah! Wait wait
I am the one who still sucks
Because I am the one who don't give fucks
#review #vy #poetry
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DAY 42
PROMPT: Write a 26 sentence short story that goes in alphabetical order using all the letters in the alphabet.
Anna sat alone on the bench.
Being sidelined was something she had become used to.
Couldn't do much with her decaying frame.
Doctors said her heart could fail if she attempted anything more strenuous than walking.
Every visit to the doctors brought her back feeling worse.
From bubbly smile to sunken cheeks.
Grade five was where everything changed.
Harriet was second to her before then.
Isaac was head over heels for for her.
Julian spent each day trying to impress.
Karen's jealousy didn't matter.
Little did she know that her good run would end...almost out of nothing.
Mrs. Warren's class.
Nothing unusual.
Oral English wasn't her favorite but it didn't hurt as much as math.
"Pass your books forward" Mrs. Warren started.
Quentin's snicker hinted at something but Anna couldn't care.
Ron stretched backwards to pick the books of those behind him.
Silence was torn to bits by Anna's shriek.
To the floor she collapsed, she was gone.
Until then, the school had seen no such case.
Various questions were asked, jobs were lost and changes were made.
Whitterton High barely survived the lawsuits from Anna's distraught parents.
X-rays, labs, tests...nothing.
Years went by.
Zero chances of getting well because no one could tell what exactly was going on.
#MA #review #shortstory
DAY 42
PROMPT: Write a 26 sentence short story that goes in alphabetical order using all the letters in the alphabet.
Anna sat alone on the bench.
Being sidelined was something she had become used to.
Couldn't do much with her decaying frame.
Doctors said her heart could fail if she attempted anything more strenuous than walking.
Every visit to the doctors brought her back feeling worse.
From bubbly smile to sunken cheeks.
Grade five was where everything changed.
Harriet was second to her before then.
Isaac was head over heels for for her.
Julian spent each day trying to impress.
Karen's jealousy didn't matter.
Little did she know that her good run would end...almost out of nothing.
Mrs. Warren's class.
Nothing unusual.
Oral English wasn't her favorite but it didn't hurt as much as math.
"Pass your books forward" Mrs. Warren started.
Quentin's snicker hinted at something but Anna couldn't care.
Ron stretched backwards to pick the books of those behind him.
Silence was torn to bits by Anna's shriek.
To the floor she collapsed, she was gone.
Until then, the school had seen no such case.
Various questions were asked, jobs were lost and changes were made.
Whitterton High barely survived the lawsuits from Anna's distraught parents.
X-rays, labs, tests...nothing.
Years went by.
Zero chances of getting well because no one could tell what exactly was going on.
#MA #review #shortstory
The way she looks
I could go the whole day
Without losing the taste
Of your delicious smell and body shapes.
I could start to worship the way
You look when you're in white colour
And a simple blue of navy brigade.
I will write and save this day
When you looked at me this way
And gave me white that has no stain.
#review #shortpoem #oba
I could go the whole day
Without losing the taste
Of your delicious smell and body shapes.
I could start to worship the way
You look when you're in white colour
And a simple blue of navy brigade.
I will write and save this day
When you looked at me this way
And gave me white that has no stain.
#review #shortpoem #oba
#Aarushi
#review
#thought
All of us must have given a speech, at least for once. So, we automatically think that everyone has had the " first speech moment " in their life.
But, could you tell, how many times the idea behind your speech has been originally yours, and not stuff copied from internet?
How many times have you spoke what you wanted to, unafraid of being judged or misunderstood?
How many times you didn't wonder while reading the speech -- " I think speaking on this topic will take listeners against me ", and change the bitter truth to sweet lies?
If we apply these filters, I don't think most of us have the courage to have our first speech, myself included.
#review
#thought
All of us must have given a speech, at least for once. So, we automatically think that everyone has had the " first speech moment " in their life.
But, could you tell, how many times the idea behind your speech has been originally yours, and not stuff copied from internet?
How many times have you spoke what you wanted to, unafraid of being judged or misunderstood?
How many times you didn't wonder while reading the speech -- " I think speaking on this topic will take listeners against me ", and change the bitter truth to sweet lies?
If we apply these filters, I don't think most of us have the courage to have our first speech, myself included.
When man,
The commensal,
Will view
The whole space
At once
Then, he'll realize
How tiny
His host - Earth is.
When he searches
And the Earth is no where
To be found.
#AhmadMusa #review #poem
The commensal,
Will view
The whole space
At once
Then, he'll realize
How tiny
His host - Earth is.
When he searches
And the Earth is no where
To be found.
#AhmadMusa #review #poem
#review
#Aarushi
#Story
#experience
Due to some reasons that I'd rather not tell, I started to learn bicycle a little late, with my elder brother's bicycle. It would be scary at first, the fear of falling and getting hurt. But later on, when I became comfortable with cycles, I enjoyed riding them a lot. I observed some changes in myself as well, I was more observant, enough to see those little flowers shaped like Ballet dancers by the roadside. My ability to co operate with others increased as well, and failing my tests didn't scare me anymore.
When I sat down one day, thinking about the changes in myself, I was surprised to find that cycling taught me all these automatically. I learned co operation from the different parts of cycle, being observant by avoiding accidents and not scared of failing my tests by not fearing to fall while riding.
Riding a bicycle taught me more than just riding it.
#Aarushi
#Story
#experience
Due to some reasons that I'd rather not tell, I started to learn bicycle a little late, with my elder brother's bicycle. It would be scary at first, the fear of falling and getting hurt. But later on, when I became comfortable with cycles, I enjoyed riding them a lot. I observed some changes in myself as well, I was more observant, enough to see those little flowers shaped like Ballet dancers by the roadside. My ability to co operate with others increased as well, and failing my tests didn't scare me anymore.
When I sat down one day, thinking about the changes in myself, I was surprised to find that cycling taught me all these automatically. I learned co operation from the different parts of cycle, being observant by avoiding accidents and not scared of failing my tests by not fearing to fall while riding.
Riding a bicycle taught me more than just riding it.
#review #Omueti #ShortStory
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As Motun rushed to beat the Lagos traffic, he hit his leg on a hard stone but continued moving—any unnecessary delay will be costly—those bus drivers will jump at any opportunity to hike up their fares. As far as Aunty Edia was concerned, Motun was just one of those spoilt Port-Harcourt grown kids that knew nothing about life in Lagos. It didn’t take long for Motun to realize she thought that way about him. “Let him come to Lagos and stay with me after his youth service.” She told his mother. “When he has gotten a good job and is comfortable, he can move to his own apartment.” Since then she hasn’t ceased to supervise him whenever he was crossing the road. “Keep your phone in your pocket!” she would snap, whenever they sat in a public transit. “These Agboro boys will just snatch it from the window now, and runaway, that’s when you will learn!” Motun was sure she was totally paranoid. She was vindicated, however, the day a confused looking man jumped into their bus, along Iyano-Oworo bus stop lane. He implored the driver to chase the bus in front, because the passenger who sat beside him in that bus had just pick pocketed his phone. On hearing this, she turned to look at Motun, but said no word.
The day was about to break and the cold was still thick in the air. The street was stark dark and only occasionally lightened by mobile flashlights and car headlamps. Steps were brisk and early morning prayers could be heard from the nearby mosque. Generators were steaming from bakeries and sachet water factories. Gutters gave off dense hypnotizing stench and passers-by did not hesitate to shoot back deeply conjured saliva. Fully charged by tobacco and strong liquor, bus conductors jovially insulted themselves while desperately calling out their bus destinations.
“Tinubu Square—250—No change o!” said one of the conductors in a deep wrangling voice, as Motun climbed into the bus and took the left window seat at the far back.
Having heard Aunty bitterly threaten one of her debtors over the phone, that she will strip naked in the middle of the night and curse him, Motun knew it was time for him to move out of her house and into his own apartment. At least he just got a job. He should have noticed the state of things—the soups have become more watery of late and she hasn’t been eating at home either. True, it’s difficult to tell when she’s in a good or bad mood because of her dry sense of humor and rigid persona. In fact, the only time Motun heard her loosen up and permit a strong-veined laughter was when she called that pastor she often calls “daddy” to appreciate him for sending her airtime. Then she will float in extended explanations and often punctuate them with her flagship phrase of optimism: “It is well.”
The bus was almost full. A young boy guided the hands of a blind beggar who impressed Motun with his impeccable eloquence. The man pleaded in the name of God as he narrated that he was a well to-do civil servant in the office of the Lagos State Accountant General before he lost his sight. Many passengers seemed moved and unusually generous as they doled fifty and hundred naira notes to the man. The bus had just began to move when Motun reached in for his phone, which was still in his pocket and switched on his data connection. In, came endless WhatsApp messages, two job rejection emails, one teaching job interview invite and one postgraduate scholarship denial. Among those, also included an email from his employer, sent since 6am. The email read that the office will not be open from today, being the first weekday of March. This closure will be till further notice, for safety reasons, due to the COVID-19 virus outbreak. Motun frowned at this email, only to turn and realize that the beautiful passenger that sat beside him was far deep into sleep, while her head wiggled around with the moving bus.
No job means no money. No money means he'll starve in Aunty's house. Motun has to go back home for now, but that means he'll have to deal with…
To be continued...
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As Motun rushed to beat the Lagos traffic, he hit his leg on a hard stone but continued moving—any unnecessary delay will be costly—those bus drivers will jump at any opportunity to hike up their fares. As far as Aunty Edia was concerned, Motun was just one of those spoilt Port-Harcourt grown kids that knew nothing about life in Lagos. It didn’t take long for Motun to realize she thought that way about him. “Let him come to Lagos and stay with me after his youth service.” She told his mother. “When he has gotten a good job and is comfortable, he can move to his own apartment.” Since then she hasn’t ceased to supervise him whenever he was crossing the road. “Keep your phone in your pocket!” she would snap, whenever they sat in a public transit. “These Agboro boys will just snatch it from the window now, and runaway, that’s when you will learn!” Motun was sure she was totally paranoid. She was vindicated, however, the day a confused looking man jumped into their bus, along Iyano-Oworo bus stop lane. He implored the driver to chase the bus in front, because the passenger who sat beside him in that bus had just pick pocketed his phone. On hearing this, she turned to look at Motun, but said no word.
The day was about to break and the cold was still thick in the air. The street was stark dark and only occasionally lightened by mobile flashlights and car headlamps. Steps were brisk and early morning prayers could be heard from the nearby mosque. Generators were steaming from bakeries and sachet water factories. Gutters gave off dense hypnotizing stench and passers-by did not hesitate to shoot back deeply conjured saliva. Fully charged by tobacco and strong liquor, bus conductors jovially insulted themselves while desperately calling out their bus destinations.
“Tinubu Square—250—No change o!” said one of the conductors in a deep wrangling voice, as Motun climbed into the bus and took the left window seat at the far back.
Having heard Aunty bitterly threaten one of her debtors over the phone, that she will strip naked in the middle of the night and curse him, Motun knew it was time for him to move out of her house and into his own apartment. At least he just got a job. He should have noticed the state of things—the soups have become more watery of late and she hasn’t been eating at home either. True, it’s difficult to tell when she’s in a good or bad mood because of her dry sense of humor and rigid persona. In fact, the only time Motun heard her loosen up and permit a strong-veined laughter was when she called that pastor she often calls “daddy” to appreciate him for sending her airtime. Then she will float in extended explanations and often punctuate them with her flagship phrase of optimism: “It is well.”
The bus was almost full. A young boy guided the hands of a blind beggar who impressed Motun with his impeccable eloquence. The man pleaded in the name of God as he narrated that he was a well to-do civil servant in the office of the Lagos State Accountant General before he lost his sight. Many passengers seemed moved and unusually generous as they doled fifty and hundred naira notes to the man. The bus had just began to move when Motun reached in for his phone, which was still in his pocket and switched on his data connection. In, came endless WhatsApp messages, two job rejection emails, one teaching job interview invite and one postgraduate scholarship denial. Among those, also included an email from his employer, sent since 6am. The email read that the office will not be open from today, being the first weekday of March. This closure will be till further notice, for safety reasons, due to the COVID-19 virus outbreak. Motun frowned at this email, only to turn and realize that the beautiful passenger that sat beside him was far deep into sleep, while her head wiggled around with the moving bus.
No job means no money. No money means he'll starve in Aunty's house. Motun has to go back home for now, but that means he'll have to deal with…
To be continued...
#review #random
#Einstestine
You know hurting is'nt bad, but doing it slowly is worst
So what you gonna do, will you hurt me or you gonna wait?
#Einstestine
You know hurting is'nt bad, but doing it slowly is worst
So what you gonna do, will you hurt me or you gonna wait?