As it is the culture of most Nigerian homes to dine with chicken during xmas period, well, ours weren’t different. My dad got two but the other was just a little lad of a chicken as we nurse hope of killing it on Easter. We killed the other and believe me, the taste was divine cause i cooked it myself. I could still perceive the tempting aroma as i write and with every gulp, i savour it. Continue reading “The painful story of Chicky”
A story is told of a king whose hobby was haunting. A week would not pass and he did not go for some hunting expedition. He always went with Jon, a close friend with whom he grew up. The friend has a habit of looking at every situation that ever occurred in his life-positive or negative – and will remark, “This is good!”.
I woke up this morning feeling so tired and sluggish; doubtlessly because i slept late the previous night. What contrived this morning a sad one was the barking of my neighbour’s dog, Jimmy.
When we have walked for like 30 kilometers, I witnessed the unexpected. I mean, something that i haven’t seen since yesterday of my lost to the unknown. Right at that moment, i could see two men in cooperate attire coming toward our lane.
I was in class, bored to death cause the lecturer was lecturing like someone reading from a book. I logged into my Xender and a video came in. Was lucky enough cause I got kicked out seconds later from the other end of the wireless transfer.
Sitting upon the bench suited at the garden as the setting sun slowly hide itself at the far off mountain. The hovering wind was endlessly fighting with the trees as my cloth join the combat, swaying around with the directions of the wind as if dragging me to the unknown, to the uncertain of all places.
A look at how spherical and most beautiful earth looks never cease to amaze me. The calmness which always come upon my tender soul every moment I behold it comes in variational degrees, causing me to question the possibility of me being able to contain in such a small ball.