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Now that I am all grown up,those pics in my cellphone made me remwww.onedoor.ccember that day, at the age of six, that my mother woke me up really early. - We are going out. Take it ! – and she put a full peanut butter sandwich lunch box to the desk in the corner of my bedroom. Next, she took my pajamas out and dressed me with a white blouse, white socks and a pleated dark blue skirt - no way ! – saying: never let somebody touch you, looking repeatedly at her wristwatch, bursting into a big : - Hurry up ! We are late ! - Late ? What for ? – I asked, with my characteristic listening inclination. - The fr...
Three Faces Have I
I pretend that I'm carefreeBut what am II pretend that I'm carefreeBut I'm living a lieTwo faces have IOne to laugh and one to cryTwo faces have IOne to laugh and one to cry ~ Lou Christie1、We haven't spoken for over five decades. You hurt me terribly because you did what you did and just walked away. Just walked away.I don't want to tell anybody what you did, so we'll just keep that between us. (Don't worry. I can keep a secret, even if it kills me.) I don't want you to apologize, either, so please don't bother. Please don't. Moot, at this point. Apologies are never that long in coming, if y...
The Ultimate Goal
“Let’s get our heads out of our behinds and into the game,” exclaimed Coach, which is accompanied by the sprinkling of his spit, which we have all gotten used to.I think Coach is going over the game plan, but I can barely focus. Even if I wanted to focus I can’t even hear him, and I think everyone else is just nodding along, pretending like they understand. I decide to lay down and do some “stretches,” which is my way of zoning out without getting noticed. As my head reaches the ground, the stadium light begins to get brighter, like a train barreling down the tracks, and I begin to feel like I...
The Sigh of Darkness
Where she and her lineage of wizened eyes, handsomely greyed heads, often gnarled hands, and beautifully scarred feet have their placentas buried and bones interred, it is said it takes a village to raise a child. Well, they had a village and it did raise its children. Mama Mutai would with lightning-quick speed smack you on the back of your head if you happened to be within her vicinity and answered the call of original sin to talk back to anyone of the same age as the first sibling in your home; let alone attempting to do so to one of an age similar to that of your parents. Mama Achieng wou...