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I turned around, and ran to save our lives. The road was a straight path no corners, I kept on running as they were shooting. I ran so fast and steadily until luckily that I found a safe place not far from the bush.

Hmm! My late father ones says ' Death is inevitable'. I heard the anguish voice of death penetrating the territory of my safe. The groaning pains of travails resulted to death of the innocent. All I could promise was the safety of her granddaughter, all I could say was ' adieu grandma'. I closed her eyes with my right palm sobbing like a baby.

" If the mind of man can believe, the mind of man can achieve".

I prepared myself for the hard task journey of promises, I looked around with all eyes if the beast are nearby. Hmm! as I left my safe, I didn't know what to do at that moment, all I heard and feel was a hard knock on my head.

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To all my Noble readers, I hail oooo, bin busy in the camp...hmm! Its kinda fun here, maybe u peeps should come over to favour and experience the fun .Thanks for following... Though, no much comment yet...but still I appreciate.

If you have any critics, corrections or appraisals, do not hesitate to put it in written.

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So na all family dey here...and no1 invite me.. ..alryt...I'm vexing.

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seunviju: Otondo,hope you are enjoying camp sha and hope mammy market dey treat you wella abi na u dey treat am wella

hy dear.... Na me dey handle am like general in the army ...camp dey dere...tanks.

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Hmm! As they were about entering where we are, I don't know what happened, all I saw was athletes, running as fast as usain bolt.

" ooh my God , is like they were scared of me" I boasted, laughing loudly, didn't even noticed that the old woman has been praying.

I set for the task, looking different angles with all eyes. I took all what I needed and zoomed back.

" ooh God forgive me if I steal" I prayed after eating some cookies and drank two sachet of pure water.

It was like a movie scene, seeing myself as a hero that passed through travails. I was contented with what I did, seeing the old woman eating was my joy...though, I didn't forget my family, I was optimistic...I looked up to the sky praying to Almighty God for the safety of my family as tears drops from my eyes.

" Are you okay my son? The old woman asked, placing her right weak hand on my lap.

" hmm! To be honest with you ma, I have mixed heart" I responded sobbing.

" what do you mean my son...and besides what's your name? She asked.

"I'm olawale and... I'm searching for my family, I can't find them, it's disturbing me so much ma" I said.

" Don't worry my son you'll find them. I'm also searching for my 15yrs old granddaughter... her name is Jessica, pls I beg you in the name of God, find her for me...here is her picture, you can leave me here, just go I'll be fine" she stated.

" oooh no grandma, leaving you here is dangerous... I will help you to a safe place and search for your granddaughter.

" hmm! You are a good boy, may Almighty God bless you and your family".

"Amen" I said.

My eyes dazzling and my mouth chanting for help. We came out from our safe and I carried her like a baby. I walked with my resurrected legs and look with my loyal eyes...hmm! Everywhere decorated with human parts and blood. I saw fresh bodies laying helplessly on the ground soaked in blood, I stood still looking at the faces of the dead if any is familiar. Just like a jimmy-jam walk, stepping on dead bodies like a beast.
" are you okay grandma" I asked the old woman...she didn't raise her head up to see the dead ones.

Hmm! Not too long that I saw them running towards us, chanting (catch them, kill them).

seunviju: Nawa o,to go for engagement ceremony don cause wahala like this.lovely story,keep it up

Thanks dear....u r preety ...how r u doing?

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Haloo my Noble readers... Feel free to comment, don't only ghost read . Noble cares

Dorisbest: He Want the book to become his own property but will be publish under my name. In other word, he can do whatever he want with the book since it will no longer be mind.

Did he mentioned any price to u?

Dorisbest: A publisher want to buy my book. It's 56 pages and a prose. And the problem is, I don't know how much to sell the book. Pls I need your suggestion, how much can adventurous prose worth?

It depends on the publisher status dear...like me, I mostly turn my prose to plays for better Cash.... You need to be smart. I ones sold one of my prose to a publisher at 30k...then, I no nothing.. That man really chop me . if the publisher is a local one...endeavor to ask him how much he'll buy it, then decide. Noble cares

Hmm! My late father ones says ' A twisted hand cannot grip well'. The old woman was so weak pleading for me to get her water to drink...with blood gushing from her nose.

" oh God what should I do...this old woman is asking for a risky favour, I pray I find a safe place to drop her so as to search for my family" I said within.

Not too long I saw a bird flying, gazing at it, trying to know what kind of bird it is and its colour...I moved my eyes straight, round as it flies from one point to another ." this bird no go land here? I pondered... The bird kept flying until it landed on a big table in a silent shop not too far from the cliff.

Hmm God is great! Behind it was bags of pure water and cookies, I was elated and all smiles knowing fully well that we'll feed ourselves. The old woman was happy, for the first time, I saw a smile on her face.

" Do not ambush a crocodile when you are near a river".

As I was about to move out, I saw two hefty men with sharp cutlasses and knives close to us.

" ooh my God, they are here" I said to the old woman in a low tone.she was scared, begging me to protect her, holding me tightly, sobbing like an infant. I was touched by her emotion, looking weird and mean, ready to kill anyone who comes close to her.

They were so close to the cliff, gazing at every angle. I overheard their discussions...

" man 1- e bi like say person dey around here"

" man 2- me self dey smell blood"

" man 1- bros make we check behind that big rock".

As they got nearer to where we are, I held still to a long fat nail ready to fight with no fear, my veins were opened, my right hand formed like the fist of jet Lee.

Adebayomolara: The Obstacle in Our Path
In ancient times, a king had a boulder placed on a roadway. Then he hid himself and watched to see if anyone would remove the huge rock.
Some of the king's wealthiest merchants and courtiers came by and simply walked around it. Many loudly blamed the king for not keeping the roads clear, but none did anything about getting the big stone out of the way.
Then a peasant came along carrying a load of vegetables. On approaching the boulder, the peasant laid down his burden and tried to move the stone to the side of the road. After much pushing and straining, he finally succeeded.
As the peasant picked up his load of vegetables, he noticed a purse lying in the road where the boulder had been. The purse contained many gold coins and a note from the king indicating that the gold was for the person who removed the boulder from the roadway.
The peasant learned what many others never understand.
Every obstacle presents an opportunity to improve one's condition.

Hmm! I like it

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Hmm! Writing is like wrestling alligators, its an interesting and a very hard task.

The only thing that makes us different is IMAGINATION...the way we think, the way we observe and visualize and patterns of expression.

Awesome inspiring writeup bro...Noble cares