THE LITTLE I KNOW The little i know History and past glory fades away Infidelity perforates the road of truth Deceiving the ants travelling alone Brightly lit; a sight of hades The journey of few, so many loops. A place i know Vastly far but close to hearing Unpredicted ceremonial ritual tour Numbered to a hundred milestone Half concerned about it beauties The echoes of blood tainted painting shone.
THE THING WITHIN A CIRCLE. ( A short story). EPISODE TWO *********************** The drizzling music from the rain brought a comforting happiness as you sat watching the flat screened television hung on the blue coloured wall. You were buoyed by your own resolve. It was Saturday, a day you rest after a long tiresome week days anticipating the usual dinner visitor, the neighbour's spoilt eighteen years old son, Tobun. A mate of your sister, she taught at a primary school adjacent the house, the four bedroom duplexes. His singled mother was a nurse in the private model clinic, her duty calls occupies the whole day of Saturdays.
There is no such thing as a perfect life For the world's impacts are wide, We cannot see a foot ahead in our lives. There are visible hierarchies, laws and wars, That may eventually may shake our lives immensely from the core. We experience unexpected blessings that remind us not the sufferings. Hardships that comes to us makes us stronger, And you begin to accept the fact that you are growing older. There is no such thing as a perfect being, We have our diverse flaws and similar sins. There are characters we have to put up with constantly And attitude that changes regularly. As you live, unexpected accidents and mistakes occur, Nevertheless, we ought to take risk in forsaking the pains and live on. We change and mature by learning from our previous mistakes Because life is all about give and take. The world itself is not perfect, There are lowlands and highlands, There are valleys and mountains, There are lakes and ocean, And there are animals and vegetatio...
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