Sandra pulled the shirt of Solomon’s uniform above his head and frowned as her stomach grumbled. She was terribly hungry turned to Visha, seeing her struggle with the button of her skirt. She popped the bottom and Visha pushed down her skirt. “Lovey, I’m hungry”
“Me too” Solomon seconded.
The days slowly rolled by. There were long days, longer nights. Less smiles, more tears. Less calm, more turmoil… Florence was always on the run, moving from one ward to another, not resting until IK was attended to. She shunned that screaming voice in her head; the one that repeated consistently that IK wasn’t going to make it. Together, they built their faith. Chike’s faith was high, Florence’s faith was higher. The struggles helped to reinforce her faith; ‘God couldn’t watch them go through this immense struggle and still allow IK to die’. She told herself repeatedly.Florence told herself this as she watched one pack of blood go empty, only to be replaced with another. Florence told herself this when IK had the hair on head shaved completely. Florence told herself this when IK’s weakne
Sandra watched her siblings talk excitedly on the phone and smiled secretly to herself as she waved the hand fan in her hand, blowing breeze on Mr. Simon. Mr. Simon was a heavy sweater and the heat had him sweating so much, water beats rolled down his exposed chest, down his stomach and disappearing into his trouser. Sweat beads formed on Sandra’s brow and her hands ached as she fanned Mr. Simon but that was the least on her mind. Sandra watched her siblings with keen interest as they passed the mobile phone around talking to none other than IK. Oh how she longed to hear his voice again. It had been so long. It was nothing but three weeks but it sure did seem like three years to her. Visha and Solomon laughed from time to time and Sandra felt jealous. She should be at the receiving end of her brother’s words and jokes, oh, what she&rsquo
Seconds turned to minutes, minutes to hours, hours to days, and days to weeks… Sandra knew the sound of silence. It is the loud echo of nothingness which deafens the ears even when there are voices all around. There was a stabbing pain in her little heart that wouldn’t go away, no matter how hard she tried. She should have talked to him when she had the chance. She should have told him how much he meant to her; definitely should have told him that she loved him so much. She should have been there, been there with him in the hospital, holding his hand as he grabbed ferociously onto the reins keeping him alive. She should have been the cord that held him together; she should have been his anchor… like he had been to her, her whole life.
HEY! IT'S STILL ME. CHUCKA. I'M NOT AWAY. I WOUUD'NT WANT YOU FEEL SAD WITH MORE OF MY MISHAPS. HERE'S MORE INTRESTING STUFF ABOUT THE LIFE OF SOLOMON. NEVERTHELESS, I'M COMING BACK. CATCH YA!TWENTY YEARS LATER..Solomon dusted his shoe as he picked up his phone from the couch in the living room. His daughter Alicia had gone for the holidays to his grandmother's place while his wife had gone to the groceries. He eaved a sigh of freedom. It wasn't like his family was an inconvenience to him, he was glad he would have more than enough time for himself. It was a Friday afternoon and according to norms, the bank he worked closed by 1:00 pm. That's more than enough time to flex after a tiresome week. He pulled off his socks and unbuckled his belt. He left his trouser to fall halfway almost touching his knees. He moved towards the television cabinet. "Holla! Thank God is Friday Nigga" He yelled, throwing his arms up in the air. He needed to e
"Granny!.. granny!" Alicia called out in excitement. She had some piece of bread in her mouth. They were having breakfast at the dining table."Yes, dear" Mama Gloria sipped from a mug of tea."Tell me something, maybe a gist, a story, or whatever. I just want to discuss with you Mama, any." She said with curiosity."But you know is wrong to talk while having a meal yeah?""I know" she cut in."They had Alicia's best food that morning. Alicia continued ravishing loaves of bread. She made sandwiches with the slices and scrambled eggs. she crushed each piece in her mouth, sipping her tea. She more than she could ch
"Babe, why are you doing this to me?"Solomon rushed to meet Selena before she reached the door and go out to work."Doing what exactly? Mister man, leave me alone. Wouldn't I go to work? Do I look like a full housewife? I am a career woman and I'm late to work already. Darling excuse me of the daily drama this morning". She gawked at him."It's really not fair. It's not fair at all! Why are you depriving me of the love I deserve? You claim to be a lover of God and the Bible yet you ignorant of the verse which says; DO NOT DEPRIVE YOURSELVES OF EACH OTHER. Career woman my foot! You go out to work every day from 6:00 AM till 7:30 PM at night. Who does that? You spend more time at work than with family. It isn't a responsible thing to do for a family woman. What if Alice was around? Would it be the same
"Gloria, I've reviewed the poem you submitted for the entry. I must say, it was okay... But it didn't fit the theme of this year's competition. Besides, the poem had a lot of grammatical errors and a lack of figures of speech. Like I said earlier, you are the major talent we are relying upon, the others are just backups. Take this new poem," she handed or piece of paper to me."I know you must have been cramming the one you wrote yourself earlier. Sorry, you would have to unlearn them and begin to get this one into your brain, rehearsals begin next week!"I felt sad after Mrs. Stella turned down my poetry work. At least, she should have corrected the errors and fix in all the literary devices she wanted. Even at most, she should have told me to go and make up another poem entirely, not giving me the one someone else wrote. I believed that was plagiarism because I will be performing spoken-word poetry of a work I didn't compose by myself. Absurd!" Sharon,
It was an afternoon English class lecture. Mrs. Ayodele had given us specific assignments to write essays and various articles for presentation."I'm pretty sure everyone has done my assignments. It going to be a long class today. I want to hear all your speeches. Noah, I'm starting with you." she said.Noah rose up, "Good afternoon class, I'm going to be speaking on drug abuse; its adverse effects, and curbing methodologies, thank you.""Put your hands together for him," Mrs. Ayodele smiled, she was impressed."I love his confidence and introduction, please fire on.""Drug abuse is the consumption of drugs and other chemical substances without the prescription of medical personnel. It is also the over-dosage of drugs or the use of drugs for the aim of stimulating pleasures or wanting to get 'high'.The most common addiction to substances in Nigeria is to alcohol and tobacco. Alcohol alone contributes to
The judge yawned, after several minutes of conotating judgement. clerk at alert, witnesses trembled."The second revolutionary law would give non-mortgageable and non-transferable ownership of the land to all tenant and subtenant farmers, lessees, share croppers and squatters who hold parcels of five caballerías of land or less, and the State would indemnify the former owners on the basis of the rental which they would have received for these parcels over a period of ten years.The delegation of Cuba to this assembly, first of all, is pleased to fulfill the agreeable duty of welcoming the addition of three new nations to the important number of those that discuss the problems of the world here. We therefore greet, in the persons of their presidents and prime ministers, the peoples of Zambia, Malawi, and Malta, and express the hope that from the outset these countries will be added to the group of Nonaligned countries that strugg
The never ending law suit continued."This brief explanation has been necessary because it is basic to a consideration to which few people, until now, have paid any attention - soldiers have a deep respect for the feelings of the majority of the people! During the Machado regime, in the same proportion as popular antipathy increased, the loyalty of the Army visibly decreased. This was so true that a group of women almost succeeded in subverting Camp Columbia. But this is proven even more clearly by a recent development. While Grau San Martín's regime was able to preserve its maximum popularity among the people, unscrupulous ex-officers and power-hungry civilians attempted innumerable conspiracies in the Army, although none of them found a following in the rank and file.The March 10th coup took place at the moment when the civil government's prestige had dwindled to its lowest ebb, a circumstance of which Batista and his clique took advantage. Why did th
The honourable judge got a bit angry at what he said. He could'nt hold his calmness." Why such interest in silencing me? Why is every type of argument foregone in order to avoid presenting any target whatsoever against which I might direct my own brief? Is it that they lack any legal, moral or political basis on which to put forth a serious formulation of the question? Are they that afraid of the truth? Do they hope that I, too, will speak for only two minutes and that I will not touch upon the points which have caused certain people sleepless nights since July 26th? Since the prosecutor's petition was restricted to the mere reading of five lines of an article of the Social Defense Code, might they suppose that I too would limit myself to those same lines and circle round them like some slave turning a millstone? I shall by no means accept such a gag, for in this trial there is much more than the freedom of a single individual at stake. Fundamental matters of princ
Having been bound by the law, he stood before the jury. he was banned to speak. However, his lawyer wasn't. he ambled before the deck, ready to defend his client's course."Honorable Judges,Never has a lawyer had to practice his profession under such difficult conditions; never has such a number of overwhelming irregularities been committed against an accused man. In this case, counsel and defendant are one and the same. As attorney he has not even been able to take a look at the indictment. As accused, for the past seventy-six days he has been locked away in solitary confinement, held totally and absolutely incommunicado, in violation of every human and legal right.He who speaks to you hates vanity with all his being, nor are his temperament or frame of mind inclined towards courtroom poses or sensationalism of any kind. If I have had to assume my own defense before this Court it is for two reasons. First, because I have been denied legal aid al
Papa Moses climbed up the pulpit. Humbled in spirit, he began to dish out the contents in his mind."ladies and gentlemen,Today, Sunday, in all parishes of the diocese,who so far have not suffered from war damage themselves, kept the collection I ordered for the residents of the city of Munster. I hope that through the intervention of the responsible state and municipal authorities and through the fraternal help of the Catholics of our diocese, whose donations the Caritas offices will administer and distribute, we will succeed in alleviating many needs.Thank goodness: For several days, new attacks by opponents of the war have not reached our city. But unfortunately I have to say it: The attacks by our opponents in the interior of the country, the beginning of which I discussed last Sunday in St. Lamberti, have been in the last week, regardless of our protests, regardless of the heartache that this causes those affected and prepared for their rel
“Describing an execution of an innocent man scene, how will you be like?” Chairman asked.Everyone expected something funny, it was time to laugh. Laughs.“Okay,I shall be very little heard of anybody here, I shall therefore speak a word unto you here.Indeed I could hold my peace very well, if I did not think that holding my peace would make some men think that I did submit to the guilt as well as to the punishment. But I think it is my duty to God first and to my country for to clear myself both as an honest man and a good King, and a good Christian.I shall begin first with my innocence.In truth I think it not very needful for me to insist long upon this, for all the world knows that I never did begin a War with the two Houses of Parliament. And I call God to witness, to whom I must shortly make an account, that I never did intend for to encroach upon their privileges. They began upon me, it is the Militia they began upon, they confessed that
Ralph burst into an unneccesary laughter when he saw his fellow speaker climb up the stage. Dennis never cared. He began quickly.“Ladies and gentlemen, I have only thirty minutes in which to speak to you this evening, and I, therefore, will not be able to discuss in detail so much as I can write when I have all of the time and space that is allowed me for the subjects, but I will undertake to sketch them very briefly without manuscript or preparation, so that you can understand them so well as I can tell them to you tonight.I contend, my friends, that we have no difficult problem to solve in America, and that is the view of nearly everyone with whom I have discussed the matter here in Washington and elsewhere throughout the United States -- that we have no very difficult problem to solve.It is not the difficulty of the problem which we have; it
"Some years later I returned to Warren. It seemed that the whole population was out for the occasion. I was received with open arms. I was no longer a demagogue; no longer a fanatic or an undesirable citizen. I had become exceedingly respectable simply because the Socialists had increased in numbers and socialism had grown in influence and power. If ever I become entirely respectable I shall be quite sure that I have outlived myself.It is the minorities who have made the history of this world. It is the few who have had the courage to take their places at the front; who have been true enough to themselves to speak the truth that was in them; who have dared oppose the established order of things; who have espoused the cause of the suffering, struggling poor; who have upheld without regard to personal consequences the cause of freedom and righteousness.It is they, the heroic, self-sacrificing few who have made the history of the race and who have pa
RALPH sipped from a mug."Let us review another bit of history. You remember Francis J. Heney, special investigator of the state of California, who was shot down in cold blood in the courtroom in San Francisco. You remember that dastardly crime, do you not? The United Railways, consisting of a lot of plutocrats and highbinders represented by the Chamber of Commerce, absolutely control the city of San Francisco. The city was and is their private reservation. Their will is the supreme law. Take your stand against them and question their authority, and you are doomed. They do not hesitate a moment to plot murder or any other crime to perpetuate their corrupt and enslaving regime. Tom Mooney was the chief representative of the working class they could not control. They own the railways; they control the great industries; they are the industrial masters and the political rulers of the people. From their decision there is no appeal. They are the autocrats of the Pacific coast&mdash