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Grandmother's Shack

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                                                         Grandmother’s Shack I heard someone shouting loudly, which was bizarre in the morning. I got out of our house and tried to listen to where the noise was coming from. That is when I saw Rita, my younger cousin, running down the hill towards our compound. She had a twig that she was waving profusely from east to west. I knew she was in distress, but could not make out what she was trying to say. By this time, everyone had come out of their houses, including grandmother Teresia. Rita never made it to our compound, as we saw her fall down abruptly as she came down the hill. Samson, my older cousin, ran out of the compound, followed by my uncles, to check what had happened to her. To understand our past I will have to go back to the beginning. There were five houses with two shacks in ou...
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IRONY They stood at the train terminus, Tony was anxious to get rid of John, he was nice but an irritating person who always made crude remarks. There were many people at the terminus and they had to scurry through to get a space. Tony was escorting John but was the one who ended up boarding it and John sheepily waving at the platform. It was Tony who realized the first what had happened and slapped himself, he had to cover 300 miles before he disembarked.There was a man on the train in his thirties ,he looked disheveled and kept looking at Tony as if trying to find the right words to say. Tony ignored him and tried to look at his watch to get the time except there was no watch. The watch is a tool of time destruction very few people realize it .He had to be at the supermarket with his mother, their routine of the week. She depended on his judgement even when he did not trust himself, so when the phone rang Tony knew it was her. “Hello, What the hell, Tony where are you, you are s...
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  #My Dress My Choice She clung to herself as they shouted A tear dropped to the ground as they jeered at her A man slapped her hand on her back and she stumbled forward She hit the ground fast and her cheek felt the hard gravel She tasted sand in her mouth Irritating her soul to the core A woman came forth thrust a khanga in her hand. That’s when her shame washed away. How barbaric and backward this society was How men fought back at the disappoints of a system A system that has rendered them jobless and At the mercy of their crude actions. How I chose to dress is for me It’s a portrayal of who I am How I choose to walk is for me A portrayal of my freedom As she walked away she felt a relief, A rush of spirit and breathed freely, Never caring that the khanga clang so close Disappointed but with hope of a proper society
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