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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?
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
Check out HANNAH AND OLIVER PART ONE of this story
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
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 4th 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
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: : ‘LA PASSION : :
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
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
OTHER ARTICLES BY (MELTING ICE TOWERS)
- CHOPPING : WHEN WOMEN CUT THEIR HUSBANDS MANHOOD LIKE A GAME
- INSPIRATIONAL : TIME AND SUCCESS ALWAYS TALLY
- ROMANCE : I LOVED YOU ONCE
- PASSION: YOUR EYE IS YOUR DESTINY
SWEET MEMORIES
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 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
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
NOBODY CAN STOP ME FROM LOVING YOU DAVIS