Ever been broke D?
You wake up and realize, out of 30 days in a month you're only broke a day, it's a lot. Ewoh Hehehe, my bad, there's been a mix up, I think I meant it the other way round, don't be offended. I wonder what that was. I'll rephrase; you wake up and realize, out of 35 days in a month, you're 'unbroke' probably only for a day or half a day, or if it's miraculous, a day and half, or two days. It's barely amusing. What brings in money though? And when it comes, what keeps it? What should be done to hold or make it work into multiples? But then what's the first step to getting there —up there? Well I'm here to answer all your questions, and bring yes to your dreams, and make you know all these... Lol... Oh my God... I'm laughing my ass out... Talk about misplayed tennis or anything 'misplaceable'... Lol ... I'm sorry, I'm trying not to laugh, lol... Hahahaha, lolz ... Oh my God... I'm sorry if I'm laughing too much, just can't help it... *** Alright I'm back..., sorry for the, probably dry humor. Okay urm... Now don't even get any funny ideas of thinking, that I'm the guy in the second paragraph. No way, clean that idea off your head, purge it. I just went to check which was the second paragraph, and I'm not even sure — and one would wonder what one has been doing in school. Okay, I'm also sure, the greeting don't count as its own paragraph, that being the case, then yeah I'm correct, the second paragraph, that's not me— ish. Ahem..., so today, I was able to do a little something. I got an ice cream, as a birthday gift, or a birthday something — whichever rolls off the tongue. Oh, and, it's a belated birthday 'something' actually, today is the 8th day after the birth date. I think for some reasons, it looks better on TV or in novels, or —even crazier— it might actually be like that in real life, but getting stuffs as gifts or simple gestures, are actually bills. I mean you see a show one with dates, and whole dates go, and the focus is mainly on what's happening on those dates and not really on the wallet — except for movies, that have the pocket in mind. But each action is actually a bill, and don't get me wrong, I'm not saying of course these things are not common knowledge or sense — or it might not be— but, the fact that I'm looking at little giftings as bills, is a problem. I think it's a two way coin thing. The first being, it's no biggie and shouldn't call for a diary page, and second being, it's worth the noting — that giftings are bills. But here's my own cup though; I wanna do a lot you know. Like I told my brother today "you know when you plan for something, but something else has you planned up", but in hindsight, another putting would be "when you hope for something, and something else hopes you're not bothering yourself with the hoping — cause you got special orders, you know, like you're going to see something called 'shege' or in another words, 'other plans'." And just to put things in proper order, No, nah, the ice cream wasn't a date something, or for someone like that. I got it for my brother, same one I gave the adage. Had his birthday earlier this month, and all I could do for him was, probably staring and using words, I really wish it wasn't the second paragraph situation— cause of course, that ain't me. Amen I'm really trying not to sulk, and this probably isn't that, just a heartstrings talk. I'm an elder brother, I urm... I have 3 younger ones, with an elder sister. So practically I'm a First son, and from anywhere that comes with quite the responsibility, and what eats at me, is that, I can't do anything I find tangible enough for them. Just another guy who's practically almost out of practice. Words are good you know, but does it have to be the only thing that can be offered. You know what's crazy? I don't even think if a matter arises that involves real solutions, I would be called, like for practical solutions. I don't want to be a broke nice guy, it's distasteful, and looses credibility, cause I mean, for all anyone knows, "He could be nice cause that's all he has to offer, dude's as broke as, dude could be an ambassador for broke in itself" — of course I'm not 'dude', amen. I want to be me and have enough to spread out, that way no one says, I'm nice and humble cause it's all I could be, but that I'm that way cause I can afford not to be — by some standards— but I chose to be, I'm nice and humble not cause situation says I gotta be, but cause it's who I am, who I've been made to be. Believe me, you don't wanna be an elder sibling who can't effortlessly buy everyone Ice cream, there's no fun in that. That reminds me, did I ever tell you, that it's a few months to Christmas, and I have 3 months on my hands without school to interrupt, and I got an offer to work at a place, after having to do the calculations, by the second or half of the third month, I'd have gotten the money I need to replace the school fees I lost— used cause I miscalculated, don't ask what sort of miscalculation finished a 300+ k. But, guess what...? Well, I'm here writing to you bud, that's what. So what options do I have you ask. Well, there's sulking and there's suicide, which do you suggest — of course I'm joking, amen. It's a joke though, even the thought of suicide is old now, it's outdated, it doesn't hold water nor ground anymore. There was a time it did, but that's too old now... If anyone asked you what comes after suicide thought. Tell em, meh. Or you tell, a point where you're like "let's think of better things, that one's old" so meh in short. So just meh would, do I guess... If you're wondering about the suicide stuff ... The first time I had an encounter with it, was after my mom died, hehe...funny story... And that reminds me, you know I left yesterday talking about Talios, funny thing, 24 hours later, I think I ended up with only two lines, talk about speed huh...?Latest Chapter
SHHSH LISTEN
I couldn't really understand what was happening to me, it was my first heart break — rejection actually, but who's asking?I had no idea something could hurt that much —yet."With my heart damaged, this wound ran straight into the high throne of my soul and festered. Since the light that kept my day went dark, I found no reason to bask in any form of glow — not even daylight. Even moon light seemed toxic. So in my dark place I laid, my room cold and devoid of light, a perfect reflection of my heart. My stomach took no pleasure in earthly pleasantries and desired no food. My hands dettered from any appearance of work and my legs refused any function. It took a lot to convince my nostrils to accept the gift of life and my lungs to heed as well. It was an abysmal madness..."Yeah you wish. Going by this, I was bed bound in a dark room, curtains shut and light switches dismantled, no food nor desire to go about daily movement, the hell... Even if I remotely had this in mind, explain to
Broken Pot
Why could the world be so cruel to him? Why 7 years apart? How was that even possible? But he could take an oath that she definitely wasn't above 18, how did she cross that and even still hit the margin she did? What was he to do now?Well whatever it was, it at least had to wait for him to process what he'd just ingested.Waves on waves, oceans rising on ocean floors, drifting tires on a concrete slab, and finally erupting volcanoes, these were the swivels his mind began navigating through. But like a crazy ship captain or probably straight up Superman — cause of the volcanoes— one thing remained constant "I damn like this girl"Like a planted mount this thought remained constant in all the raging swivels, then a new thread started to unfold...what's there? Why not? I can't bring myself to unfeel this feel, I just have to speed up my life to meet up hers, How would her family see me though, I can't be seen as not enough, so I got to buckle up, I need to get my life in order — fu
His First
Life... D, is like a mango treeIt grows and grows, till it's convenient...makes no sense, I know Well like this mango-life tree, the embers in my heart kept at it, each smile, each day together, every joke that went through kept fanning it. This raging cluster wind, gunning for my heart's embers wasn't wild, it was like a soft meat that melted seamlessly in the mouth of a certified gourmet, like a flavoured ice cream in the mouth of a daddy's girl, like a spiced food that caused a stirring for more.Each day I could take a walk with her after her long day at work was rejuvenating, then our talks. Mmmh... They made this yound lad wished the days had more hours in em, cause no matter how long I stayed at her shop with her, time showed no remorse, just galavanting with tremendous speed and stealth.Watching her smile made me more sure that she was the one. Her lips that dangled made grapes sorry, cause they didn't have that much fruitiness in their being, it made this lad want them a
My Kids
'Why me?' wasn't even a sentence I could afford to use, as the only thing I did was rush to Mr Head teacher's office to confirm. And "Yes only 5 subjects" was his response, and he said it with no atom of sentiment, like somehow somehow, miraculously, I was supposed to be aware of this, like it was some common sense knowledge that flew in the air that everyone was privil to. Talk about emotional damage then add a raise.On the other hand, joy mixed with my blood stream swarm to every corner of my body, breaking the realm and moving to my soul. Finally things made sense, for someone who had been managing to keep up with 12 subjects, 5 were definitely a walk in the park, some real soft bread.And you'd think life at work became easy. Well it did, for the most part of it.Just like any other thing the session ran it's course, and we were done with that term and session. Being my first fruits I loved those kids, being the first ones I had to experience teaching on a professional level wit
Day 18
I didn't even have to do anything for my brows to rise to meet the unforseen situation, and it naturally remained raised as I looked at his exiting back for better clarification, which of course I didn't get. Now there I was, in-between the exiting back of Mr Head teacher and the expectant faces of the kids. I think a rephrase would be better; in-between an exited back of Mr Head teacher — cause it happened quite fast, and he almost left dust in his wake, or better still exit, you know what I mean.Of course it's not like I could remain stunned longer than necessary, I mean, the kids were really expectant. So I wore a bright smile, and went straight for it."Alright, good morning everyone""Good morning sir""Well, let's continue from that page... So firstly, what do you think is a gender?..."If you're being handed a gender discrimination topic, might as well start with making em know what was being discriminated, and what better way to indulge young souls than to pull them in with
Day 17
My whole body was a matured tsunami.It would've been better if I could be like "I Flunked it" and that would suffice. But it really was a mess, and an 'I flunked it' wouldn't do.Have you ever ventured into something and wondered why that day in itself existed?If only I could see the future or something. And I really felt I could do this.After getting called in I stood in-between a board and eye piercing faces, it was no different from standing in-between a disliked wife and her all assuming in-laws, or standing in-between the girl you like and your bully who likes her, or something along those lines, I'm sure you get the point.Well standing in-between that board and those demonized faces— I think I meant focused faces, but whatever — I was stunned, I felt like I missed my house, at that point nothing would have done me better than just putting a pause on the day, and then a rewind, or probably a straight up delete and never to resurface, but we get what we get.Here I was, a guy
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