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Crossing The Line by youngexclusive: 3:28pm On Jun 29, 2015 |
[color=#006600][/color][b][/b][s][/s]“Mama, I am off,” he announced. “Okay my son. Be careful. The sun is out and the forest is teeming with snakes, so look where you step okay,” his mother implored. “I will be alright Mama,” Onyeuke assured his aging mother. His mother’s goats were bleating non- stop out of hunger. He had to go fast to fetch them some palm leaves so his mother would stop worrying. He wielded his machete as he strode past the thatched bamboo fence and out of the compound. He had a wrapper around his waist and an ete in hand. Ete was rope-like aid made from palm extracts of palm fronts and other specialized plant stems, which was used in climbing palm trees. He was already sweating as the heat of the sun picked up steam. He walked down the hill on the edge of the village and disappeared into the forest. He slashed through thickets to the base of the palm tree he had set his sights on. When he reached it, he wrapped his ete around it and climbed effortlessly to the top. He cut down numerous fronds, enough to feed his mother’s goats for two days at least. Before long, he was back on ground. He tied the fronds, lifted them to his shoulder and walked briskly back to the village. As soon as he had climbed the Umungele hill, he caught sight of a beautiful lady walking away from their compound. He increased his pace in the attempt to catch up with her. CLICK here to continue reading,www.jescowap..com[b]“Mama, I am off,” he announced. “Okay my son. Be careful. The sun is out and the forest is teeming with snakes, so look where you step okay,” his mother implored. “I will be alright Mama,” Onyeuke assured his aging mother. His mother’s goats were bleating non- stop out of hunger. He had to go fast to fetch them some palm leaves so his mother would stop worrying. He wielded his machete as he strode past the thatched bamboo fence and out of the compound. He had a wrapper around his waist and an ete in hand. Ete was rope-like aid made from palm extracts of palm fronts and other specialized plant stems, which was used in climbing palm trees. He was already sweating as the heat of the sun picked up steam. He walked down the hill on the edge of the village and disappeared into the forest. He slashed through thickets to the base of the palm tree he had set his sights on. When he reached it, he wrapped his ete around it and climbed effortlessly to the top. He cut down numerous fronds, enough to feed his mother’s goats for two days at least. Before long, he was back on ground. He tied the fronds, lifted them to his shoulder and walked briskly back to the village. As soon as he had climbed the Umungele hill, he caught sight of a beautiful lady walking away from their compound. He increased his pace in the attempt to catch up with her. CLICK here to continue reading,www.jescowap..com[/b]“Mama, I am off,” he announced. “Okay my son. Be careful. The sun is out and the forest is teeming with snakes, so look where you step okay,” his mother implored. “I will be alright Mama,” Onyeuke assured his aging mother. His mother’s goats were bleating non- stop out of hunger. He had to go fast to fetch them some palm leaves so his mother would stop worrying. He wielded his machete as he strode past the thatched bamboo fence and out of the compound. He had a wrapper around his waist and an ete in hand. Ete was rope-like aid made from palm extracts of palm fronts and other specialized plant stems, which was used in climbing palm trees. He was already sweating as the heat of the sun picked up steam. He walked down the hill on the edge of the village and disappeared into the forest. He slashed through thickets to the base of the palm tree he had set his sights on. When he reached it, he wrapped his ete around it and climbed effortlessly to the top. He cut down numerous fronds, enough to feed his mother’s goats for two days at least. Before long, he was back on ground. He tied the fronds, lifted them to his shoulder and walked briskly back to the village. As soon as he had climbed the Umungele hill, he caught sight of a beautiful lady walking away from their compound. He increased his pace in the attempt to catch up with her. CLICK here to continue reading,www.jescowap..com |
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