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Am An Upcoming Poet. Read My Story..a HIT or a HISS? by bigheart2212(m): 12:57pm On Jul 19, 2016 |
CHAPTER ONE (THE DAWN) Life in the campus was nothing but one with mixed feelings. The good days were there for me to lean on at my leisure, while the bad ones left sore in my throats. Was is the threat of choice and freedom from the gangs who classified themselves as the alpha and omega of us all, or the illegal and unlawful imposition from the lecturers and most annoying hike in our tuitions by the school authorities... there were many of such to remember for years to come. Although, those mixed acts were not unexpected as my father did fore told me of their comings, but some of them were beyond my handling. |
Re: Am An Upcoming Poet. Read My Story..a HIT or a HISS? by bigheart2212(m): 1:02pm On Jul 19, 2016 |
As days went by, months kept running like the wheel of a moving train, years were burnt out like candle wax and all things, excluding my unexpected, went as nature planned them. My face was captured by every single eye in my department, my name was on every tongue and so did the platonic love of my forms for me knew no bound. Though my hardworking spirit and selflessness earned me my mates regard. But I never allow all this into my head. I was always the humble and easy-going guy they knew. "Bigheart!!!", i remember that was how they called me back in the days |
Re: Am An Upcoming Poet. Read My Story..a HIT or a HISS? by bigheart2212(m): 1:03pm On Jul 19, 2016 |
All my form mates were my close colleagues, some of
them were friends but only Dare, that I fondly called “Carson” for
his love and unending passion for a book titled” Think Big” by
Benjamin Carson, was my bosom. We knew and understand each
other quite well because we were mentored through same system
of ideology. Though, our turn-offs and turn-ons had both
similarities and differences, perhaps those defined our uniqueness |
Re: Am An Upcoming Poet. Read My Story..a HIT or a HISS? by bigheart2212(m): 1:04pm On Jul 19, 2016 |
It was like closing and opening my lids, I was in my second to final year in school. I couldn’t thank myself enough for riding through many challenges and dream-killing obstacles. Verily, I knew I had my destiny in my palms. Being the architect of bridging my dreams and reality was not far from my thoughts-filled mind always. I couldn’t thank God Almighty enough. Although, I clearly knew that there were still many huddles to climb and deeper rivers to cross. If there was any personal appraisal I could credit to myself, it would definitely be my spirit of persistency |
Re: Am An Upcoming Poet. Read My Story..a HIT or a HISS? by bigheart2212(m): 1:05pm On Jul 19, 2016 |
“I need a gal to ride ride ride, I need a gal to be my wife, I
need a….”, my cell phone rang and it was Carson calling. “We are
to report to school auditorium tomorrow by 9 am for teaching
practice orientation”, he briefly said and hanged up. I gave a deep
sigh. “Wow! Master BH”, I silently whispered in my heart as I look
through the suit of my shirts to pre-determine the match that would
kill it all the following day. While rolling my dark coloured pupil, my
eyes caught a white shirt with rainbow-colours linings. MY eyes
persisted on sailing more through other suits, but my love for this
shirt aborted its desire. |
Re: Am An Upcoming Poet. Read My Story..a HIT or a HISS? by bigheart2212(m): 1:06pm On Jul 19, 2016 |
I dashed for my Blue coloured Iron which I always
keep close to my also painted blue stabilizer. They were both kept
side by side with my eleven inches Sony television. In the face of
truth, my room was not one of the best of its types. But its
simplicity and the proper arrangement of my stuffs was laudable.
Most especially the combination of chocolate and cream colours
paints that married my walls like Romeo and Juliet affection make
it much attractive and identical to the pyramid of gizza which self-
call tourists. Feelings of achievement filled my heart. I look at my
white circular wall clock and wished its tics could move faster. I
couldn’t stop hoping for another break in dawn. The thoughts and
imaginations of how my teaching practice days would be, left me
sleepless and lost in assumptions throughout the night.
Scintillating my soul with “let it go” by Stranger, I lost myself to the
dark night full of stars and doze off. |
Re: Am An Upcoming Poet. Read My Story..a HIT or a HISS? by bigheart2212(m): 1:06pm On Jul 19, 2016 |
“Good morning sir”, the senior students of St. James
greeted. I was received with a warm reception. The atmosphere
was glamouring and self-welcoming. My well pressed shirt tucked
into my black Chinese trousers which calmly rested on my black
sewade shoes voted some confidence into me. I was taking round
the school compound by one of the teachers-Mr. Ilori. My journey
round the compound was that of a new prime minister taking all
over the villa during transition. In the later hour, I was taking to the
school cafeteria for lunch. The cold strawberry and pie that was
served on my table were appetizing. My throat salivated and
awaited the first taste of the cold berry. “BIgheart!!!”, Carson
yelled. My eyes faintly opened and it was all a dream. |
Re: Am An Upcoming Poet. Read My Story..a HIT or a HISS? by bigheart2212(m): 1:07pm On Jul 19, 2016 |
Glancing at my clock, it was already 8:47 am. I left hastily
for the bathroom to wash myself. The bathroom of my hostel was
always known for a long queue of students preparing for daily
business. But I was lucky that there few people left on queue to
hold for. It wasn’t like normal day when I spent tens of minutes
washing myself. This time around, i rushed my sponge through my
skinny body in a lightening speed. While preparing for the
Orientation, the memory of my dream’s tale didn’t go away too
soon. I dressed in my same dream-code mode. “Let’s bounce off”,
I told Carson boastfully. |
Re: Am An Upcoming Poet. Read My Story..a HIT or a HISS? by bigheart2212(m): 1:08pm On Jul 19, 2016 |
Leaving for school with Carson for Orientation was
like a new dawn in my life. My happiness knew no bound. I
was more than fulfilled and satisfied. Everything in life
seemed different from usual. But unfortunately for Carson
and I, Something critical happened on this fateful day
CHAPTER ONE ENDS |
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