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Warri Boiz? "Bros nor dey point me anyhow o. As I dey here ehn, head boil o, I nor get joy o"     That scrupling niggle was the scion of the pressure laden on his lukewarm stoicism. Those phrases ambled out his glottis naked: the intonation and stress placements were sagged beneath the consciousness of eloquencemy. None could think an ant swallowing a lioness, hundred-to-one. But this ant had not only  swallowed the lioness, but alongside all her cubs. Don't slip up sell shorting a restless romper : Let alone a Warri one.      The subject stood still, measuring the path with his gaze, as the shaver precipitately jerked his consciousness into motion, leaving the annoying man to make meaning out of the eclipse of emotions that'd just sunk his patience.      Waves of thoughts ripple, rumbling in his medula ken, as he stick, toughing his gaze out, till optics strayed him of the shaver's etching, as he merged with the beckoning trail between a two face-me-I-jab-you

A man knotted at tail of misery, Dragged around till by a Moses set free. Now with his lip manage his society. Josh Berry. Ancestral Pen. Ancestral Form. Whirling Wail

Just A Thought What do you call someone who loves someone who he has not seen (not even the picture)... Like connecting through hearts. Just one word to qualify him. Answers were... 1. Stupidity 2. Foolishness 3. Optimist 4. Faith(Biblically) 5. Spiritual Connection   This is the truth.   That's what we're. We're the folk up there. We proclaimed to believe in God we've not Seen, not even his picture.    Atheists call us stupid, foolish.     Agnostics call us Optimist     Bible call it Faith     Spiritual Leaders call it, Spiritual Connection. All these doesn't matter. What matter is what we call ourselves.     Same as the lover. What people say about him doesn't matter. What matter is what he say about himself.     Thanks. Josh Berry. Ancestral Pen. Just a thought.

Motunrayo Emiola “I’m afraid” She said to me, holding back her tears. She was restraining that because of me : I could sense that.     Though I have been the only son who'd given her tough times : at the level of vocations, yet she took more delights in confiding in me than in my brothers.    “Nothing would happen to you, Mum” I promised.    I was girding myself with borrowed courage – the courage I didn’t have, lent it for her. I could sense the despair, sadness, the confusion of it all was overwhelming. But she didn’t seem to believe my words, she was indeed tired of staying in her house, she was afraid, yes, twas written all over her. Then, I began to think : is this how ones faith diminish? Is this how the boiling torrent of her undaunted faith cool off?     I remembered, yes, back then. When the trial was at the apex, when an evil arrow was pointed at my brother and I. Yes,my brother was dead, yes, tough I was unconscious too : I had taken two drips. He – my brother – ha

Moturayo Emiola “I’m afraid” She said to me, holding back her tears. She was restraining that because of me : I could sense that.     Though I have been the only son who'd given her tough times : at the level of vocations, yet she took more delights in confiding in me than in my brothers.    “Nothing would happen to you, Mum” I promised.    I was girding myself with borrowed courage – the courage I didn’t have, lent it for her. I could sense the despair, sadness, the confusion of it all was overwhelming. But she didn’t seem to believe my words, she was indeed tired of staying in her house, she was afraid, yes, twas written all over her. Then, I began to think : is this how ones faith diminish? Is this how the boiling torrent of her undaunted faith cool off?     I remembered, yes, back then. When the trial was at the apex, when an evil arrow was pointed at my brother and I. Yes,my brother was dead, yes, tough I was unconscious too : I had taken two drips. He – my brother – ha