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No! No!! No!!! No, not now. She had cried out so bittered Lynn, worried by anxiety and crossed painful feelings. She yearns! Yet!!!!

What has come over you? Woman!

Or can’t you organize yourself for a minute, and try to wipe away all these tears strolling down your cheeks off your eyes and see the people whom have surrounded you in your worst day’s, a day, 

I can never forget as long as I Remain a man and still breathe through mine nostrils. “Friday had gone. And another call came in by someone (4) hours ago to know if we have buried our lost or if we were still mourning for the pains of ignorancy.

Mr. Jhekli! what is this that I’m hearing, is this TRUE? Please tell me, OK. Or did you and your wife planned the whole drama in order to gain our uttermost attentions and then make prank of our intelligentsia’s?

The Community Prime Minister: had advocated adjustly, waiting to be reminded of what to do on receiving a better explanation about what had actually happened.

To this and then, there, and only but then did ‘the dead spoke out for an xppropriate deluxation or rather an expression of resentment and of sorrow; immediately, the Earth went aloof in despair! And the whole place mulled in silent.

The victim prejudicing over it aloud: broke off the silent like it was a lasting grimace!

Hovering around the vicinity like a plume of sudden effect spontaneously rearranging the sect.

Death! Oh! Death why has thou chosen the bread left in the oven instead of the cakert ones in the basket, why have you decided to blot out all mine iniquities before the grace of my soul enemies?

6thThe belief that one day we all must die and stand before our creator leaves so many ‘panniculitis’ for fear of eternal damnation. God forbid!

My Ancestors once carried all our names been listed on a slate of foundation. Rigorously attending all our needs and supplies in differences.

Allah! created Allah! has taken. Again!! And I want to ask please, if not for anything else but, for the mysterious death of our beloved daughter “KANCHI”.  Who was more precious to us than ten million pieces of silver and a thousand tons of gold.

I think, the gods owe me an indepth explanation to this. And many more questions yet to be answered; the truth is ‘I cannot ignorantly keep quiet as if the sowing needle from which the taylor had tremendously stitched all round the ‘bouba’ left no hoe from hooves and has not thrust an inch to the thighs of its owner.4th

My grieviances are up on many waters.

My sorrows are bartered on a tray of asylum.

Waiting to be rejected! Oh! What a menace has I fallen unto?

And of what leverage ‘can a bottle of palm wine drive away the emptiness of this inhuman feelings’ that has betrothed on me.

As I want! I tarry in pains!! Wanting no more than just a fray with the hods.

Trampling on already many wounded souls, abandoned in the angry deep pit of holes from lost of hopes.

Both south, west as well as North+east. Whether the world waiting or the world swirling.

We all need somebody.

Either to tell more allegories and more fairy tales. My own daughter was the very best amongst all her peered, in jesting I had always appeared in a more rewinded and a remoteness of an explicit form, publishing more ebook$ addy more than a thousand articles on a daily routine.

Now’s a feverish demise. Suddenly wiping away all these insane memories as it may now seem. Not for lack of words but for a more concrete form of distinguishing tales from trails.

Waring as if she came from a dens from whence she had no apolium for justice and honor!

For I could st”l remember so vividly, of how  I first felt her breathing pulse, from a jerk of emotional thoughts, I had picked up her cheek carried on her mamas arms calm as marbles laid on a straight horizontal wood.

Like she was about to be slain the next minute. But she didn’t cry! Instead she’d monstered a flay of imaginary reflection.

I’d also admired her beauty so much and thought she was an Angel! dropped in her mama’s arms pretended to be a new born baby or a ‘poppet’ instead yet, she had this precious glamour blissing all around her body statue.

Grimed eye balls glittering puppies, reflecting lens socket and beautiful eyebrows with lashes protecting the Retina’$ from dusty mare.

I touched the baby’$ face feeling nostalgic a lit bit, I was on conscious, so I wouldn’t say I had been nervous or perhaps i just needed some sort of considerable feeling to advertise my firm stand of belief.

I just touched and pick her cheek, she been our baby. And for a minute! I felt remorse. I had always wanted to have male child instead. But, then i felt pity for the poor little baby.

She was honour and always our favorite daughter. As we had no other.

She caused us more joy than sorrows to compare. I coherently would have choose to redden my palm just to support her or whatever she was planning to do.

What has gone wrong! Woman! Has the system thought you wrong? My Lord! I do not know.

Or is the gods trying to show you something, something you may not know or might have forgotten?

I had opened my arms for the shallows of death and as due was embraced.

And for the first time, I had experienced ‘sarcasm’ in such a way that I had almost ran mad thinking of who to tell or who “notto” tell.

My wives keep grudges except you.

At first the impression was deeply felt but later, it reignited my feelings from been like one who was beaten by two sided+way weathering seasons.

Rain had not fall. In many days before this foe+lofty loom appeared. My mouth was shut! I haven’t awaken from a “jinkin drenched mou fou” I wish you weren’t there please and don’t bother.

It’s unnecessary as I know I’m a drain on the system and unwanted.

I been trying to get out of this community’s way since it’s been made painfully clear I am unwanted, unliked and unappreciated.

Only my steadfastly quiet presence will be tolerated momentarily. I don’t want to live like that anymore.

I want to be happy and comfortable. Have a peaceful and mutually beneficial existence with loved ones.

I want to be a participant not a bystander watching from the sidelines. I want to help and to work towards the same for all those around.

I know that the people I amarillo und now are beautiful people and have had shit heaped on them for years.

I don’t blame their dislike of me. I just don’t want to be their entertainment ala Ridiculousness.

To be continued…(amandacostello)