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It was always a long journey from
school to home. On that beautiful and
lovely Tuesday afternoon, I was very
tired and thirsty, so I sat down under a bamboo tree to rest a little. “What a
beautiful and lovely day!” I exclaimed.
The nature is dearly beautiful. The sun
was so bright, shinning and sparkling.
The breeze was so cool to the extent of
defeating the sparkling sun. The leaves were dancing melodiously to the beats
from the breeze. The ants were working
happily on their anthills, same to the
bees. The birds or the likes were
chirping and singing beautifully. I
prolonged my imagination by imagining how beautiful the world and its creatures
are. “Life they say is touch and
go”…………I remember my lovely
grandmother who always narrates
fairly tales and dawn stories to me. She
once told me that ”Life they say is touch and go, some people you know
may only be there for some time. Some
may go away, but people who find you
special will always find a way to stay”.
That was one of her quote that stick to
my brain before she became a ghost. “So my grandmother had a touch of life
and passed on too, what a life of
vanity”. I voiced out as I struggled to
get back on my feet… “I pray my
parent don’t go now” I conclude as I
begin the second season of my journey home.

(Few minute later)
I got to my compound; I saw many
strange and knownand unknown faces. All faces were averting with teary eyes I
couldn’t fathom what had happened
“What could have happened? Why all
this strange faces with teary eyes in this
compound” my thoughts, I'm totally baffled. I
mustered courage as I reluctantly barged into the house. I noticed my
Aunt who was crying and weeping
unceasingly, many sympathizers were
with her, they were trying to console
her “God knows why this had
happened” my uncles immediate sister said as she was trying to console
her. “What may have happened
here?” I thought, I still couldn’t
fathom what was happening. “Please
why is everyone crying and weeping?”
I asked one of those sympathizers who was also sobbing.

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