She was a dark skinned adolescent clad in a traditional wear and she had a nose ring too. She also had an empty La Casera bottle in her hand. After she spoke, I gave a mixed facial reaction of amusement and confusion. She simply used her bottle to gently hit mine...
https://thestoriesinevertoldanyone./2018/09/24/language/

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I remember the times when momma bought us things that she eventually had to hide in her room to keep you from abusing it? She still locks her room occasionally to keep us from going in when she is not around. Growing up, it was always like a treasure trove for me. Every time I went there, I would always find something to go away with. She had this little jewelry container that I used as a bank. Father always left a coin in it for me every weekend. I hid my toys in her drawers.
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New post : In the early days of my use of an electric pressing iron, something terrible happened. One afternoon, I was working on my church outfit for Sunday, ironing with diligence and sweating. The heat made me uncomfortable so I took off the shirt that I was wearing…

New post �: Drunk Barber
It was a Friday evening I was meant to travel out of town the next day on an errand and my hair was due for a visit to the barbing saloon. My barber and I had some trouble and we hadn’t seen each other for a while so this led me to visit another saloon that evening. Yup, I broke the ‘bro code’ and paid for it dearly...

https://thestoriesinevertoldanyone./2018/08/29/drunk-barber/

Do you remember the first time that you were chased by a dog? Mine wasn't funny �

Here is my narrative of the experience
https://thestoriesinevertoldanyone./2018/08/23/billy/

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I remember bending to look at the world upside down in between my legs. It seemed like the ground was the roof and people were walking upside down. It was really fun to do until this myth about doing it in a market place and seeing spirits with human torsos and goat legs began to spread. Furthermore, it was said that if the spirits saw you doing it and realised that you could see them, they’d come to you and slap you in the face, so that you would go mad and not be able to tell anybody what you had seen. There was another version that talked about spirits that walked with their heads. I believed it all.

I had now grown a little older than the ‘Shit Coin’ story version of myself, and I was now allowed to use the bathroom. Hurray! It felt great...
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