Maria! Nancy proclaim running towards the off-white object with resemblance of a human framework. As she stride, covering huge meter to the extend her hands could reach and see the log like texture entity with cotton clothings(trouser)... She could see her flip-flops arranged in carelessness. She saw her kid sister's images in her head depicting her struggling to the great beyond, she could picture her younger sister lying halfway dead right there on her hands now, this pump tears that ran her face downstairs to her body. "Maria! don't leave me these way... (She yailed and scream, clutching her fist as if to crush her sisters dead body), I know fully our mother has been a covetous Witcher over us since birth... I know she always work tricks to imprison our mindset to her I'll will, she allowed her husband rape you and promise you six feet for your freedom to speak... I met the seer I told you about, I'm sorry I came late-unable to bring you back ti life... My dear sister, I know what to do now...." A noice distribution entered ear which carry it in Swift shift to her brain then her decision to let the body be on the floor, crying now more-she knew what to do.
“Fallen stars reminds bright Wander about it a orison Even if the past loss it’s light Fallen heroes left a track The root (chanted four times)”
Those in the front line of the repellent battler squad held its strong,the gave it all the got which vile was gained. The substantial ranks vanish from their minds,while all their battler squad members to perish. The fled but fell short of luck,they was slaughtered in disregard. The blood entered all rivers both kings had a reason to end their prideful black fire show of might.
Emeka buy scarps for his Welding fabrication constructions, although he gave out portions seemingly unserviceable at the work shop. He had bargained with tones of hoi polli-the peachy, the horrid and unpicturesque ; well to do, he placed you at your spot. He slew simply with smart art of deception, a cute charm to sustain each; his wife and some bobbling puppylike fishies whom interest are ringed men-they can’t ignore any woman’s caretaking. He learnt every every in periods of problematic occurrent of his earliest vernal age at Old Baba Dinkmas’ massion In Lagos as house custodian. As a mortal-homo of philanthropist mindset,he read out to the masses whom invite themselves to dinner with those above the table. Consultation and free lectures became his way to pay back to the Mother, humanity. He read “THE RICHEST MAN IN AFRICA” year in-year out ,discussions got down where each grabs his copy to elevation. In real moments riant or wistful,the Old Baba Dinkas’ massion-his own inherited place plays him movies of old cold darkened anile,like a lamp gratitude choke his inner-most psychic.
Waking of form a dream that has only a thin line between core-horror to a real life imaginary…. He said “ losses,negative energy,setbacks…. Your time is up. Better run!—— success don’t let me get a hold of you, I’m well awoken.
He dropped down to bed like a sleep-walker’ They all look not amused of what had just taken place, without a word, you will look at what the felt from their face down to their toe’s …. They knew this guy sings better to any single singing animated Act.
“A farmer can’t go to the farm without his hoe, Why will she have-to keep the store when she has no nose…” the oldest in the family reasoned aloud “Hahaha” Laugher form the rest of the family members present at the end of your family get together.
CE CE took the wine glass cup on her right hand, then left hand drifted to a spoon or fork. Her gestures didn’t seem to care, finally She got hold of it now… it’s a fork——she made them hit each other to make a notice to her family. She wore a beautiful smile on her well dressed face with less makeup, “ cheers to family, cheers to love and life…. I’m 57 now and you all know my nose is only for taking in air and bring it out back” CE CE said. The rest of the family all laughed, enjoying the same humor they all shared amongst themselves. She proceeded “for that reason I’m handing over control of my store to Lily… she’s my only child who has shown interest—I guess, I guess old folks like i are said to be better writers”. Lily broke with tears, she knew she was only 17 but had to take a great struggle on her shoulders-knowing it’s a family legacy.
While they walk on the street when recognizing theirs to say bye was next Stopping They both hugged each other Flora said had a full smile on her face “I’m happy we had today” She raised here body in a style to reach for his lips to kiss them I’m his attempt to to grab her by the waist He push her bag that made something heavy and shiny to drop down to his foot, It cost his pain and he asked… “what the hell just dropped out to my leg” Oops…. “ Thats my goldfish” she verbalized He pulled her close and kissed her after which they all laughed.
He began to spin in circles__then become fixated,he spine’s round and round again, no straight thinking in feelings that his whole wide world was moving,it spines and sometimes a feeling as if nothing moving at the moment at all. He felt helplessness down there, next to his pillows——like four of them. Waking up one morning he muttered out loudly “ the day I see you! whom holds me down,down when I’m out of my self,I will end you sooner than your execution in spirit before flesh“ .
Enacting strong surge for body control… that end’s up with an ineffective approach to the matter at hand(moving the body!). Eyes opened to fathom his head aches__ the pains where about seven legions, all the surroundings about his head felt sickening. Acting like a person downstairs with fever,he knows it was a dream because he was just right the in the bed sleeping.
(He had to see two doctors: one of home land, the other westerners… he ended up it was just a fever! Not the high one).
After the darkest hour The Morning draws nigh; After the hardest power, The clear sky gives a sign.
After the thunderstorm, The sunny days clam; After the long slum The helper gives an arm.
After the sad fair well New friends will stand strong; After the burden is quell, There the sweetest song.
I want to feel A peaceful atmosphere With no cat and dog I will feel!.
I want to know I want you to know Cut a steam——Trees’ keep feed off root… You didn’t want to know.
I want to love Teach me your ways Love is for two I do not have what it takes to love.
I want to grow A metrix no Neo but you I want to know… Up! Up! Up! shine shall be Work! Work! Work! Then grew really fat.
Gooaaallll! Thats was his first score on the pitch in the TV,he has always practice to be best in this art of football(not the Americans’). His hands has been painful-they had to manipulate from one axis to the other,to ensure order and fair play on the pitch. His opponent was fearless,he plays with zeal non has seen on their streets ever! , he uses the player better than coach Mourinho works his player’s on field. Mike has being playing the game since childhood,now he is pro. He take beatings-hardly goes to ease himself even when pressed, it made people to wonder which kind of guy has these die-hard commitments to playing pad game. Mike play’s the game as best as Nike make her shoes, FIFA2011 has been his game since early twenty-hundred.
