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Life is Not What It Appears
Life is beautiful and wondrous. When we Excel in one it is miraculous but when you fail or loss to adequately succeed in the other let's not call it mischievous. Life is never treacherous it is instead as palative and suitable as it should and that's how it is definitely was made to be.
She would wake up every morning, run to the kitchen to get chores done, excited for a better perhaps a good day or awhilst a good year and a stunning opportuned day for another tale in school. Soon she's done and went to sweep the outside as she had recently swept inside. It was stressful no lie. It is painful but it is our only responsibility for the family and likewise to make excellence in school. She hasn't been falling back off from academic success but she herself knows her brilliance is deducing in the previous year. It is either the subject topics are getting tougher and more importantly convoluted and inconvenient. But she's not giving up, it's her war and she has to fight it through. There's no need giving up now. It is a year or so before she's out of high school and some months before University. She is the only one and figuratively and literally the only daughter, head and if coronal the only heir. In however inspection it is fixed or bargained she's the family's index and scion hope. And she's throwing up effort away for so petty hardship in a topic. She was done with her chores, she took her bath, her meal and dashed off to school. After daily devotionals they were inside their classes and the teacher is yet to come from the staff room. They had called the session teacher, maybe, but she's arguably sure they have. She struggles and dazzled with her brain to contain a better information. She swindled it over passively, A war she can't win there's no need bidding for it. As time runs steady and fast, a motion calculatable but Unknown how it intently works. Time can be kept but can't be ordered, no matter how consistent you hold aware of it and it's running, you are hither to fail on a point, don't smack yourself when it does, coz Life is a pitch and all that runs within it holds a rule and rules are liable to be failed or fail too
In a short whisk, school lesson began, learning is cool. Education is a weapon to only the man who knows its edges and battle to its stages to own a status. During learning sessions, the current teachers would go and before another takes over, they would have talks amongst themselves and she would overhear other students talking of what would or what they could possibly do after now from high school. No spite, it is a true thorough reasoning especially now in their stage of ending up another and starting other. A conscious man knows not to plan only on what he is standing on but also what could be later. We are told not think if tomorrow, but the man who thinks of tomorrow, will know how to befit his today. Mastering doesn't start in the battlefield but within ones yard behind his tent. She gladly would speak of her targets and intentions after her stay from High School. It is not the matter of going to or living in a high or Noble place but how you present and adore your presence. Power is appearance too but only from the aware and conscious of his surrounding. Soon WAEC will come to stake and she's or rather they're are thoroughly preparing towards. All could be neglective and nonchalant but none is planning to fail or be failed. They are reading and updating their notes. Planning and projecting better phases for their next-do tour.
Parents are paying and probably owing, I can't testify for the tree I haven't tasted it's fruit but I can tell a tree of sort exist.
Her parents have worked also to settle up her pays and academic examination settlements. She, on the other hand not to disappoint and dishonor her parents who she believes looks up to you, if not by words but traceable by actions. She plies to be an accountant or banker. It could be an optimitism to hold money or to always see and rewind there was a time she couldn't cause it was hiding itself from her, and she would have the opportunity to point on its face and say "I gotcha and I'm above you" it is a cool expectation and would be a cute experience, well depending on how much we have dreamed beyond our shadows and corners of our room. I have seen beautiful things come everyday yet I don't have interest in them but before you pick my back skin, I try to move with the wonders of my environment adjusting to the changes of my community. I dream and work for a better society, if that isn't enough thus expecting too much is selfish and having interest in all that flows past you is greedy and all of that constitutes gluttony of desire. My dreams at night might seen dark and voidlike but the envision and envisioning dreams of my mind holds too much light, look less, it might blind you. If I am writing this I'm possibly telling you about Human wonders and Expectations
The WAEC was over and as always many came out successful and others mid and some, well failed. They are the trespasses of life. She was so happy to pass the hard on and harsh like tatch exam. She ran so hastily to her parents after a few months of the examination and the results were out and she had gone to get her score from the school post board before the original result would be out and gladly her coat wasn't just with many colors but also shining surfaces and a luring designs and style. She ran to her family and they were happy for her.
She left them with happiness, hoping that someday her parents would call her to ask her on her choice of school and course as parents should at least as a pinky point to start their head plan against it only for few weeks after school closure her parents presented a man for her to marry. Such a heartbreaking news. She was mad and disappointed. They said only the rich have confident future promises but the poor needs to look at the size and strength of their flats first. A lie they gave and fed themselves up with, a misfortune they lurked on a future unharvested. A root from growing from other dying roots that could sustain the fading tree for a while or even everly, can never tell cause they will never know. You don't know and won't know the After case of the unplanted seed, it could have survived, don't say it won't and wouldn't cause you didn't try to find out, you ended it and that's the only aftermath you know and will ever know about or from it. I say, no matter the circumstances or difficulty possible to arise from that plan never throw it away not give it up, it could be Probable and probability is and has been the foundation of the world and of life, the rich has gone wretched and wrecked and the befraughted have also seen become icons. Do not accuse the wind to be a storm when you haven't tried it. You could say it is taking precautions but precautions is what has made our failures and avoidances and hiding from the world to be the shoe of our fall and unlifting. Sometimes seeing the predicaments is first than deciding to take it other wards.
She out of shock, disappointment and lost buried her face in her pillow crying and wetting the materials. If only things would rewind and life be reminded of her plans and suits before time and in harmony she thought it would be as planned. If someone sees her please help me to get a message to her "Don't be disappointed, life doesn't give all, all of our wishes. All plans we make without taking are mere wishes and wishes are inactuate, virtual and flappy. Yet don't give up hope, another cake might come after the one of the ceremony"
© Onyemaechi Okeke
She would wake up every morning, run to the kitchen to get chores done, excited for a better perhaps a good day or awhilst a good year and a stunning opportuned day for another tale in school. Soon she's done and went to sweep the outside as she had recently swept inside. It was stressful no lie. It is painful but it is our only responsibility for the family and likewise to make excellence in school. She hasn't been falling back off from academic success but she herself knows her brilliance is deducing in the previous year. It is either the subject topics are getting tougher and more importantly convoluted and inconvenient. But she's not giving up, it's her war and she has to fight it through. There's no need giving up now. It is a year or so before she's out of high school and some months before University. She is the only one and figuratively and literally the only daughter, head and if coronal the only heir. In however inspection it is fixed or bargained she's the family's index and scion hope. And she's throwing up effort away for so petty hardship in a topic. She was done with her chores, she took her bath, her meal and dashed off to school. After daily devotionals they were inside their classes and the teacher is yet to come from the staff room. They had called the session teacher, maybe, but she's arguably sure they have. She struggles and dazzled with her brain to contain a better information. She swindled it over passively, A war she can't win there's no need bidding for it. As time runs steady and fast, a motion calculatable but Unknown how it intently works. Time can be kept but can't be ordered, no matter how consistent you hold aware of it and it's running, you are hither to fail on a point, don't smack yourself when it does, coz Life is a pitch and all that runs within it holds a rule and rules are liable to be failed or fail too
In a short whisk, school lesson began, learning is cool. Education is a weapon to only the man who knows its edges and battle to its stages to own a status. During learning sessions, the current teachers would go and before another takes over, they would have talks amongst themselves and she would overhear other students talking of what would or what they could possibly do after now from high school. No spite, it is a true thorough reasoning especially now in their stage of ending up another and starting other. A conscious man knows not to plan only on what he is standing on but also what could be later. We are told not think if tomorrow, but the man who thinks of tomorrow, will know how to befit his today. Mastering doesn't start in the battlefield but within ones yard behind his tent. She gladly would speak of her targets and intentions after her stay from High School. It is not the matter of going to or living in a high or Noble place but how you present and adore your presence. Power is appearance too but only from the aware and conscious of his surrounding. Soon WAEC will come to stake and she's or rather they're are thoroughly preparing towards. All could be neglective and nonchalant but none is planning to fail or be failed. They are reading and updating their notes. Planning and projecting better phases for their next-do tour.
Parents are paying and probably owing, I can't testify for the tree I haven't tasted it's fruit but I can tell a tree of sort exist.
Her parents have worked also to settle up her pays and academic examination settlements. She, on the other hand not to disappoint and dishonor her parents who she believes looks up to you, if not by words but traceable by actions. She plies to be an accountant or banker. It could be an optimitism to hold money or to always see and rewind there was a time she couldn't cause it was hiding itself from her, and she would have the opportunity to point on its face and say "I gotcha and I'm above you" it is a cool expectation and would be a cute experience, well depending on how much we have dreamed beyond our shadows and corners of our room. I have seen beautiful things come everyday yet I don't have interest in them but before you pick my back skin, I try to move with the wonders of my environment adjusting to the changes of my community. I dream and work for a better society, if that isn't enough thus expecting too much is selfish and having interest in all that flows past you is greedy and all of that constitutes gluttony of desire. My dreams at night might seen dark and voidlike but the envision and envisioning dreams of my mind holds too much light, look less, it might blind you. If I am writing this I'm possibly telling you about Human wonders and Expectations
The WAEC was over and as always many came out successful and others mid and some, well failed. They are the trespasses of life. She was so happy to pass the hard on and harsh like tatch exam. She ran so hastily to her parents after a few months of the examination and the results were out and she had gone to get her score from the school post board before the original result would be out and gladly her coat wasn't just with many colors but also shining surfaces and a luring designs and style. She ran to her family and they were happy for her.
She left them with happiness, hoping that someday her parents would call her to ask her on her choice of school and course as parents should at least as a pinky point to start their head plan against it only for few weeks after school closure her parents presented a man for her to marry. Such a heartbreaking news. She was mad and disappointed. They said only the rich have confident future promises but the poor needs to look at the size and strength of their flats first. A lie they gave and fed themselves up with, a misfortune they lurked on a future unharvested. A root from growing from other dying roots that could sustain the fading tree for a while or even everly, can never tell cause they will never know. You don't know and won't know the After case of the unplanted seed, it could have survived, don't say it won't and wouldn't cause you didn't try to find out, you ended it and that's the only aftermath you know and will ever know about or from it. I say, no matter the circumstances or difficulty possible to arise from that plan never throw it away not give it up, it could be Probable and probability is and has been the foundation of the world and of life, the rich has gone wretched and wrecked and the befraughted have also seen become icons. Do not accuse the wind to be a storm when you haven't tried it. You could say it is taking precautions but precautions is what has made our failures and avoidances and hiding from the world to be the shoe of our fall and unlifting. Sometimes seeing the predicaments is first than deciding to take it other wards.
She out of shock, disappointment and lost buried her face in her pillow crying and wetting the materials. If only things would rewind and life be reminded of her plans and suits before time and in harmony she thought it would be as planned. If someone sees her please help me to get a message to her "Don't be disappointed, life doesn't give all, all of our wishes. All plans we make without taking are mere wishes and wishes are inactuate, virtual and flappy. Yet don't give up hope, another cake might come after the one of the ceremony"
© Onyemaechi Okeke
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