That Is The Way It Is_don't make me go outside_Repeat After Me_A Mirror is a Pain of Glass
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That Is The Way It Is
Yesterday evening, I got an email from the FDDC the body responsible for economic and financial crime in the country. I have been contacting them since one year now, asking me to reapply for the recovery of the tuition fee I paid to a school in London. In the mail, I was asked to follow application format as if I am in the exam hall taking examination. I just knew what that nonsense instruction means, they were looking tor excuse not to attend to me or one for not contacting me since one year now. Then they ended their diatribe that I should be aware that they don’t take commission or percent...
don't make me go outside
The front door clicks. My sister has stopped calling goodbye. I creak onto my side, but the sparrows are back. Their chirps reverberate against my skull in the same way children yell into vacant caves. Have to shut the window. Blackout curtains aid the illusion of my endless night—less like I’m rotting in a cave, more like the sun is folklore. Of course, drawing the curtains shatters the illusion like spilled red wine on an alabaster carpet. I swallow the curse trapezing on my tongue. It’s not her fault. In the weeks, months, since I’ve navigated the garden, the foliage has swelled. Leaf-smoth...
Repeat After Me
She was magnificent to look at, surreal. Her coloring: so vibrant. Shades of life seeped from her like water from a sea. As water is simply a subset of the larger body, so color seemed to originate from her. She even seemed to glow, like a halo around an angel, the earth around the sun. She was lovely, beyond imagination. Until you heard her voice."Why do you keep her?" I used to ask my grandmother. "She says the most horrible things.""She does," my grandma would agree, "but she is simply repeating what she was once taught... let's teach her something new, shall we?"So we did. We quoted poetry...
A Mirror is a Pain of Glass
She had a love- hate relationship with her reflection in the mirror. Today she stood there all 58 years and naked as the day she was born. She couldn’t believe the extra fullness of her hips, the bigger curve of her breasts and the smooth thickness of her thighs. Her body had changed so much over the years and not for the better in her opinion. Over the years she hawww.onedoor.ccd a child. The scare below her belly button proved that. Her pants size was all she needed as a reminder that she had eaten too many plates of pasta. Her wrinkles and laugh lines in her face were evidence of pain and joy.Wha...