TEACHER JOYCE: BOY SCHOOL CHRONICLES [ TWO ]

FOR PART ONE OF THIS STORY, CLICK ⇒ HERE

25yr old Female ♀ Teacher in a Boy’s School

31st Dec 2016.

This was to be the last day of 2016. I was happy and I didn’t know why. I just felt happy inside my heart. Maybe it was because of Josh. I knew I would meet him today. “Damn!  It was long since I hugged someone like him. A light skin built kind of a man” I told myself as I glared my self at the mirror. I still had my white  bathroom gown on. I sat in front  of the mirror and did my hair and make up. I was definitely awesome. I smiled and did some unique calculated grimaces on the mirror to ascertain that my look was perfect. I was dayum. I did my nails and also my eye brows too. My hair was the curly type. It went well with the shape of my head. I wasn’t that awful. I tried my best to always stand out. I walked to my bed side and dropped my bathroom gown on the mat next to the bed. I walked in my newborn suit to the cabinet And chose my best and  colorful  undergarments. I knew something weird would happen and I needed to be colorful everywhere. I guess you understand what I mean. I needed to be that perfect. I took my date  dress and put it on. That dress wasn’t the everyday wear. It was secured for awesome days. A day like this one. So sometimes, I would go up to one month without it having my scent.

The ‘Black Days’ In The Streets

Creative Works by : Melting Ice Towers

At the sides of the road, they crawl using their ischemic worn out palms and semi-gangrenous knees gradually as they look upon the riders of cars and those walking with a pair of blessed legs. Others watch from their wheelchairs as they wave to at least get something for the day from you who sometimes dismiss them as pretenders.

‘wachana na uyo anajifanya. Io mguu amekunja tu!’ (Leave that begging man alone, he has just coiled his leg so we give him money)that is how they say.

Their eyes depicting the kind of suffering they have endured all through their entire life.Some are children aged between 6yrs to 14yrs, young adolescents and the aged who should be taken care by their children and grandchildren. Why abandon your parents and grandparents who survived on ‘weaving baskets and selling soap stones’ for you to live that kind of posh life in the city? Why don’t we have that heart to care for our parents despite everything they have done for us? They brought us into this world. Young girls begging on the roads are raped repeatedly, men sodomized day in day out, and nobody raises an alarm nor cares about whatever happens to them. Haven’t we heard enough stories?

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There is something that has been happening in secret that should be brought out to light. There are certain people who are taking them for a ‘bad ride’. There are certain people making the disabled people feel the pain of whom they are. Some even wish they could be left alone to die than continue suffering in the places they are in. Some have cried until they cannot do it anymore. Life has become a misery to many of the disabled people in town.

part two: HANNAH N’ OLIVER

By: Ken N Speranza

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SHE FEARED BEING KIDNAPPED BUT WHAT COULD HELP HER NOW?

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Check out  HANNAH AND OLIVER PART ONE of this story

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Oliver got to his house; he thunderously banged the door open using his right leg and sat on the carpeted floor.  His both hands had held his head. Those tears, which people would like to, hide publicly were busy rolling down his face.  He held his chin. Looking at the place she had slept, he got up and walked to the sofa where she had lay and got hold of the seat covers. He put them in his nose, sniffed them strongly, and later held them close to his heart. This is the time he realized that he had lost something big in his life. He took a paper and a pencil from the shelf at a certain beautiful corner and put the land cruiser’s identification numbers on paper. He rushed upstairs, wore his big jungle jacket, and also put in place a machete. He was determined to do this. He was going after Hannah.

HANNAH AND OLIVER

Hannah and Oliver were always together

They had been seen together often strolling around the campus during the evening hours. Immediately the class ended, they would meet somewhere they had discussed either on phone or by mouth before they got into class. They shared everything even food on daily basis. They had formed this kind of union that no one would even dare to break. These were Hannah and Oliver both 4^th year university students. Hannah was a beautiful African young lady who loved fashion. She pursued Biochemistry as her course of choice. Oliver on the other hand was an American hunk who always seemed to be moved by electronics and wires. He had loved this field of electronics since he was a young boy. His mum would always find it hard cleaning his room, which was a den of old, used electric wires and broken sockets. He pursued Electronic Engineering at Graduate level. Despite him being moved to this area of study, he was in love with Hannah for the past 2 years in Campus. They had grown together to be that unique great couple often admired by other people. He was the kind of guy who never sated having one girl his entire life.

THE ADULATION OF LIGATURE

WRITEN BY:[KEN AND SPERANZA]

MORE FROM:[MELTING ICE TOWERS]

Relationship is a particular type of affiliation existing between people related to or having dealings with each other; also a relationship can be viewed as a romantic or sexual involvement of a person to a particular person. It’s a consociation between two people who have agreed to live together. From my own privy I view relationship as a step to marriage hood and parental hood. If you exemplify gratified values at the blossoming age of the relationship you seem to be living a good parent life in the coming future.

However, having or securing a great loyal partner isn’t a facile job .On the other hand, making your partner staying by your side until marriage

: : ‘LA PASSION : :

I REMEMBER ALL OUR SWEET MEMORIES AND I JUST WANT YOU HERE WITH ME ONCE AGAIN

I am writing this letter to speak out my heart ❤

Basically, that is what this letter is all about

I just had to write it today to soothe this feeling that drives me crazy

So strong and it never dies any minute

I did not know what else I can do to stop this craving

I thought this tiny piece of paper and pen would help me soothe this feeling

I want to whisper once again to those pretty little ears of yours

Fill them with a bunch of silly things

Pull them towards me

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I want to see those hazel eyes

See them dazzling on my site

I want this letter to relieve that sheer agony

Shorten the distance that separates us

See you close to me again like it always happened

Maybe am being too emotional

I would not take this feeling anymore

Makes my heart jump a little

I see you pretty cute brown face staring at me

When I wake up it is always a dream

Always wishing to make it a reality

I MISS YOU SO MUCH : I REALLY MISS OUR TIMES

OTHER ARTICLES BY (MELTING ICE TOWERS)

1. CHOPPING : WHEN WOMEN CUT THEIR HUSBANDS MANHOOD LIKE A GAME
2. INSPIRATIONAL : TIME AND SUCCESS ALWAYS TALLY
3. ROMANCE : I LOVED YOU ONCE
4. PASSION: YOUR EYE IS YOUR DESTINY

SWEET MEMORIES

THAT DESIRE THAT DOES NOT HAVE TIME FOR YOU TO MAKE UP YOUR MIND

Have this burning desire for something

The passion that never dies

One that is unfailing

The zeal and anxiety to go for it

You just want to break the ice and have it

Feel you can’t hold it anymore

You want to fly along with it

BE THAT BIRD THAT ENJOYS THE JOY THAT COMES ALONG WITH FIGHTING FOR THAT LUCRATIVE ENVIRONMENT JUST BY THE SEA

You want to write it down on any paper you get

Scratch your head several times to find ideas make it a reality

Jotting he plans down in your heart one by one

You look at the horizon each day hoping it will be a reality before the sun sets

Letting nature have its way to make you smile

Make sure you write it down in the diary of your heart before the sun rises again

Because that’s what we were destined for

Success that is entwined in us

You don’t want to lose its grip

YOU JUST WANT TO BE HAPPY AND THAT HAPPINESS GLUED TO YOUR HEART AND FACE TOO

THAT HIDEOUT IN NATURE THAT STOLE YOUR HEART AND YOU WANNA STAY CLOSE TO IT

You want it to blossom each day

You want to strengthen it each day

You want to consume the happiness that comes from ity

The universal passion you hold despite the distance or any underlying circumstances

the CONFESSION ‰

My Davis

The only one Davis who stole my smile

One who drenches this passion I have

The only prince who has crowned me love

Left my heart with unexplained happiness

each evening i wanna see you close to you and watch the moon enlighten us with its light as we wait for the following day

My Davis

Every time I look into your eyes, eyes overwhelmed with passion

I will not tire writing your name in my diary

Even if the storm quenches its wrath on us nobody will stop me from loving you

For there is an inbuilt person in us

let us smell and enjoy the scent of the roses as we write our experiences together always sharing a pen

My Davis

The doctor of my constant heart beats

The teacher of my undying love

That is why I got buried in this abyss of passion

One who grants me sleepless nights

My Davis

The prestige of my palace

I will keep calling your name to the depths of my heart

My spirit strengthened by your presence

My blood swelling in the veins of my heart for this love is my soul’s pride

Even in the background let our joy always ring

My Davis

You made me dive in this sea of love

Made me drown in it

Now clothes are now drenched they never seem to dry even the strong wind will not let it dry

I want to share that pillow of love and soak it as my clothes

Let us not waste any chance we have as innocent as they are

NOBODY CAN STOP ME FROM LOVING YOU DAVIS