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Was reading book 1 of nora roberts' the three sisters trilogy (pdf format), before my laptop screen broke!

About to start 'stone of farewell' by Tad Williams

homesteady: Akpan goes to school - page 3

Hardcover

my man!

I'll take one bottle of fayrouz plus 1000naira suya!

I hail o.
I be jjc for nairaland, n i'm liking what i'm seeing

Nice n sincere, i love your talent. WRITE ON!

Let's play a literary game called "Continue The Story"
....
I'll start telling a story set in a fictional pre-colonial yoruba village. I'll stop after FIVE sentences though.
The 1st person to comment is to quote the story n continue from where i stopped by adding his/her own FIVE or less sentences. The next person to comment is to continue form where the previous ended...

(nobody is permitted to write more than 5 sentences at a time)

That way we tell a single story in a long thread!
.....
.....

THE STORY:

He could see the anger on the aging barks of the tall trees, and the disgust in the veins of their leaves. He could feel vengeance in the spines of the knee-tall grasses and malice in the relentless lashes of the unforgiving crawlers. The entire forest wanted him to stop running, but he couldn't, his life depended on not stopping.

Akande just kept running like a blind antelope, hoping to outrun his pursuer, his girlfriend's hunter father and his blood-thirsty shakabula gun. The vegetation ahead, though, had a different plan for him...

blekko101: A powerful piece u've got here. Rich in paradox and highly stricking. Well selected dictions. Powerful piece in deed.

thanks

1.
Pick from the junkyard of unrefined knowledge
Learn from age, the lies of the truth
You will find many answers to life's three questions
What was? What is? What will?

2.
The path of life is through the valley of death
The path of death is too good to be true
Right is stressful, wrong is easy
Stress begets rest, easy begets regret.

3.
Your sadness are cards on a political table
Be careful where you laugh, it threatens the powerful
Let the sick be sick, for they shall get pity
Let the healthy wary, guns are pointed at them

4.
Love your enemies, hate their ways
Wisdom is crazy, logic is sane
Be smart, find the truth in my lies
Dig deeper, there are words between the lines

copyright kingblaq 2013
http://writerscafe.org/kingblaq

Oh Please!
My elders!
Why do you keep saying "son,
You are the leader of tomorrow,"
When I don't even get the back row seat of your decision making?

Yes, the mother hen dines with the duck,
Yet, she loses her future to the predating hawks
Our elders,
You, the old quadrant of the circle that doesn't care about the younger quadrants.
You tell us to gaze at the sun, when our eyes can't even withstand the twinkling stars
You say our weakness causes upset in your stomach
But I say, hungry men don't belch
Its the number of stomachs the nanny has that makes her walk on four legs,
It's has never been about her baby.
Let the yam stop blaming the pot for cooking her children!
Let her learn from the cassava,
Her younger sister, who sacrifices her life to save her future

The world isn't your inheritance,
It's a loan
You borrow it from your children
The classroom is not the teacher's
It's for the students who will teach the teacher's children.
My pen needs to rest.

copyright kingblaq 2012
http://writerscafe.org/kingblaq

Oh Please!
My elders!
Why do you keep saying "son,
You are the leader of tomorrow,"
When I don't even get the back row seat of your decision making?

Yes, the mother hen dines with the duck,
Yet, she loses her future to the predating hawks
Our elders,
You, the old quadrant of the circle that doesn't care about the younger quadrants.
You tell us to gaze at the sun, when our eyes can't even withstand the twinkling stars
You say our weakness causes upset in your stomach
But I say, hungry men don't belch
Its the number of stomachs the nanny has that makes her walk on four legs,
It's has never been about her baby.
Let the yam stop blaming the pot for cooking her children!
Let her learn from the cassava,
Her younger sister, who sacrifices her life to save her future

The world isn't your inheritance,
It's a loan
You borrow it from your children
The classroom is not the teacher's
It's for the students who will teach the teacher's children.
My pen needs to rest.

1.
Pick from the junkyard of unrefined knowledge
Learn from age, the lies of the truth
You will find many answers to life's three questions
What was? What is? What will?

2.
The path of life is through the valley of death
The path of death is too good to be true
Right is stressful, wrong is easy
Stress begets rest, easy begets regret.

3.
Your sadness are cards on a political table
Be careful where you laugh, it threatens the powerful
Let the sick be sick, for they shall get pity
Let the healthy wary, guns are pointed at them

4.
Love your enemies, hate their ways
Wisdom is crazy, logic is sane
Be smart, find the truth in my lies
Dig deeper, there are words between the lines

copyright kingblaq 2013
http://writerscafe.org/kingblaq