Make the Change?_'Pastor Edward'_Carpe diem_The Fanta Old man: A story
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Make the Change?
The cape whips behind him in the wind as he zips by in a colorful blur. His giggles dance across the field as his furry companion chases close behind – yipping with joy found only in the bark of a puppy at play with their beloved child. His imagination running wild, he “flies” with abandon. A tiny hero and his trusty sidekick. Out to save the world from the evil supervillain of the day. He’s only six, with a mop of unmanageable curly red hair, blazing blue eyes, and a shower of freckles dappled across his ever-smiling face. Still frolicking in that joyous childhood bubble where the good guy al...
'Pastor Edward'
PASTOR EDWARD” He was born a Roman Catholic in early sixties in Enugu State. His parents were well known Catholics in his home town. When he was in primary school, he was very intelligent both in academics and sports, especially in the game of football. He was a member of mass servants in his village church during his primary and secondary days and represented his church in sport competitions that churches organized for their youths annually. Edward was known figure in his town from his primary school days. When he finished his secondary education, he won a scholarship to study medicine in Ind...
Carpe diem
CARPE DIEMThe ticking of wall clock, the clack of the bent fan blade on desk top fan. These are my companions. No attachments. No histories. No surprises in their futures. The basement sublet muffles most noise from the outside. No windows to pique curiosity. No television for current events. No radio for the latest music, only an internet connection for a work from home medical billing job.Its must easier this way.Relationships are messy, unpredictable and always painful in their ending.A therapist hired by my grandmother once asked me what my earliest memory was. I told him walking into my g...
The Fanta Old man: A story
Close to evening with no considerable change in the climate Ram decided to walk home. The sky was brimmed with clouds, dark and beautiful, just like a bunch before the afternoon downpour. But it was already evening now to have such a clear milieu. The rutty path to his home at the junction almost two kilometers away, and the unreliable skyline fading awaywww.onedoor.cc, he quickened his pace. As always only a few vehicles pass through the route- a reliable shortcut to the next junction, Nellikamudu. Ram, with his pleasant demeanour, was always a feast to the ones he had seen everyday. So they regarded him ...