Dedicated To Everyone That Desires A Change


One day, in the eerie seasons, when the moon was dangling in the sky, but looked very far, a little ant stumbled on a good pile of junk, and decided to take to it home. The junk was garnished by a lot of bits from people's
sugar. Who could blame it? It had been searching the whole town for sugar to add to the pile in the store. Its father had claimed that if he didn't return to the village's store with something good.

That was traumatizing. Its father was the storekeeper because he kept his promises. If the little ant refused to return home, it couldn't fend for itself. So, when it pulled the junk to the store, his proud father led hm to the part that was meant for the best of things. The next day, everyone wanted to see the junk because it was laden with all the sweetest thing in the land. They gathered and stared at it in amazement. Mothers pulled the ears of their little ones to the store, and adviced them to be like the little ant. Adults wanted to prove to the little ant's mouthy father that they were ant-men, and were better than its naive pampered son. Or who makes a crunchable ant a role model for the ancient of days?

They all gathered in a haste like a stampede and searched the land for the best junks. Very soon, they were getting accolades for the sweetness that surpassed that of little ant.
And very soon, everyone forgot the one that started the call for junk, even its father did. Now, he chewed their praises and flogged its son with soul-rendering and snide comments.

However, things changed. The junks overshadowed the sugar.

'What do we eat?' the ants cried. 'This junk isn't building us'.

Being the storekeeper, little ant's father told them to seek out food by themselves within the store. After all, it was their handiwork that buried the sugar under the junk.

Grudingly and grumpily, they scrambled through the junks but soon, they returned, dejected and angry that they did a lot of work to fill the store.

How come they now had to hunt for their food within the store?
Without further ado, they decided to make a law: No more junk. In fact, anyone who hoped to put sugar in the store must give it to the storekeeper, who, as proud as ever, would now be laden with the sacred duty of putting
the right sugar in the store.

Despite all these, the ants were now hungry-not for sugar, but for
irrelevancies. They missed the busy road that led to the store. They missed the fights and arguments they had to watch. They missed the moonlight-type
of love they witnessed between ants. Oh! And the playful or flirty ones.

With the speed of a wildfire, the store was only accessed by the
storekeeper. Working in his loneliness;yet, diligent manner.
Luckily, there was a sage, which understood the meaning of gossips and jest, which knew that living things strived on irrelevanciess. The sage with her stick of wisdom pulled the assertive storekeeper to a corner and adviced him to let the ants bring sugar to the store by themselves.
And in their twos and threes, they strutted towards the store; though, still skeptical. The storekeeper could brandish its white banner that was smeared with a red canceling sign, to show that their works were contrabands.
Regardless of what anyone thought, another little ant was staring at a white substance that doesn't look like the little sugar he ate at home. The
substance in front of him looked like the junk his father told him about, but he never was around to really visualise a junk, but he had the fear they were akin to each other. As he dragged it to the gate of the storekeeper, and hoped that things would work better, he saw a veteran coating junks with sugar. The veteran dropped it in the store, and nothing was said. The little ant dropped it, but was mildly repremanded. And soon,
the story began again with the leniency of the storekeeper because, this time, the little ant was his grandson.
Akintayo Akinjide(Divepen)

Thanks to copy and paste; buh you should at least do some justifications to this; don't be lazy, I don't read fúckz like this. Thanks

Nice piece

Kudos!!!!

veekid:
Thanks to copy and paste; buh you should at least do some justifications to this; don't be lazy, I don't read fúckz like this. Thanks

Thanks alot. It was a big oversight.

veekid:
Thanks to copy and paste; buh you should at least do some justifications to this; don't be lazy, I don't read fúckz like this. Thanks

I'm assuming you don't understand what an allegory means. If you don't read stuff like this then why did you? Every writer appreciates criticism,it makes us work on our weak points and become better but, not when it comes in an insultive and demeaning manner like this. It's not easy to write at all,nothing is easy so learn to appreciate. Btw I have a question for you. Have you written anything at all?

Missnande:



I'm assuming you don't understand what an allegory means. If you don't read stuff like this then why did you? Every writer appreciates criticism,it makes us work on our weak points and become better but, not when it comes in an insultive and demeaning manner like this. It's not easy to write at all,nothing is easy so learn to appreciate. Btw I have a question for you. Have you written anything at all?

Who's vexin' you there?

Who wants to die?

ShyCypher:






Who's vexin' you there?
Who wants to die?

Lol nobody wants to die o,we can settle it amicably.

Missnande:


Lol nobody wants to die o,we can settle it amicably.

Are you sure?

Okies but I'll be watchin' dat guy with him yam head when no fit size helmet.

Simply amazing and thoughtful

It's a beautiful piece, Akin.

Hmmmm

Euphrosyne:
Simply amazing and thoughtful

Thanks.

omeira:
It's a beautiful piece, Akin.

Thanks godiganii

Divepen1:
Thanks godiganii

What's godiganii?

omeira:
What's godiganii?

a mistake...
*gidiganni... ( very much).

Nice to meet you again Divepen