It was a very bright afternoon, the sun so harsh almost violent in its burns. Everything else is relatively normal. The green recurrent trees move lightly in the direction of the mild breeze. The sky was blue with specks of white cloud; scattered around it and some clumps of cloud spread around in almost comical shapes. The air was brisk carrying with it a form of grace. Everything pointed to it being a good day to take a long trip. So they did, they were all hurdled in the car, dressed in elegant attires that can only be attributable to one of a certain pedigree, having reached a great height of attainment.

The arena was filled with tranquility, except for the sound of bickering coming from inside the white car.

The seats were cream-coloured and very sleek. Around the gearbox held certain poise and the dashboard was littered with an embarrassment of great aesthetics; radio and cd player, air conditioner and heat systems as well as an amazing sound system. There were docks and hooks and plugs and slots for every imaginable item.

Its occupants were so busy having an extremely intense screaming match about a very silly argument. This was punctuated by a very stubborn and extremely quick winged creature that had managed to sneak its tiny form into the car.

The car itself was messy with shoes and makeup and books and hair and all sorts of things lying around. There had already been several talks about the permanent state of unkempt, everyone had different forms of the same point; no one wanted to clean it up. The general consensus is that people were to move things away just enough to have a space to sit and place their limbs. If it was to become too much, the things are to be moved to the boot.

At this moment, the windows were up with the air conditioner turned on. Jane was alternating between hands; which one would be on the steering wheel as she was driving and which one would swat away the fly when it got near her, it apparently didn’t like the loud noise coming from the passenger seat and the back seat.

People on the outside were going about their business; walking quickly, hawking their goods, waiting for the bus or hailing taxis, etc. having no clue whatsoever about what was going on in the car.

It was a very heated conversation – if that’s what it can be called. Words like you are an irrational person, you are becoming an embarrassment and why do have to be so dramatic, were tossed around. Hurtful jabs were pin ponged between the participants of the argument. It is said that it is those closest to you, who knows the most about you that can do the most emotional damage. These people certainly did, the vibe of the quarrel was one of frustration characterised by nit-picking flaws and saying things that were sworn not to be said.
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Mandy and Her Very Unspoken Thoughts

Nonso October 3, 2017 0 Comments
Fiction, The Convergence of Indescribable Thoughts


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During the drive, Mrs. Peters was yelling at her daughter, Mandy for being reckless and irresponsible, forgetting that she was a lawyer, albeit one that liked to party a little hard. At least that was Mandy’s defense.
For a very long time, all through her formative years, Mandy has been a good girl, obeying every single rule set by any person in authority; be it her mother, or her teachers or even her religious leaders. For the most part, her and her sister had lived a sheltered life.
When her father died, Mandy had been the one in charge of everything even though she was quite young herself being just nine years of age, but her mother was too sad and her sister was too small so she had to take care of things, so she’d clean and organise everywhere, she also made sure Jane was eating and she’d crawl into bed to hug her mother when she’d cry.
When the adults would come over for their adult conversations, Mandy and her sister Jane would be asked to go away, but they always heard what was being said. Jane would cry and Mandy would have to get her to stop so they would not be heard, the last thing their mother needed was for people to think that her daughter was always crying.
She became so obsessed with being a good daughter at home and a good student at school. She was always quick to help with the house chores and selling the goods even when she was tired or when some neighbour kids would make fun of her for her old clothes or her being a hawker like they called her.
They even went as far as scaring her with their really large dogs, knowing so well of her phobia.
She was also the first to submit assignments, and also concentrated diligently in time for tests and exams all the time. She was always seen as the teacher’s pet by the other students whether it was when she was in primary school to being lecturers’ favourite in whatever course she took. Even in law school, when people were a bit freer because they were technically done with school, she was very serious and very good as she was not yet a lawyer.
She had no social life whatsoever, barely had any friends or partook in any fun activities. It worked out so well that the days after she got called to bar, she had her pick of job offers.
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