As we move, the driver asks them to pay and they start paying 100 naira, The driver says he cannot collect it and suddenly..Okay, i don’t know what happened, I shaa know that they start abusing someone sitting, telling him to mind his business, raining abuse after abuse like a combo breaker on the poor dude.
You can’t complain as the heat and breeze alternates between every one of them. You just find yourself squeezing your face and trying and begging God if he truly he exists not to make you have an Asthma attack there and then.
I sat at my table. It was Wednesday. I had sandwiches and a ginger beer on Wednesdays. I sat silently observing everyone around me. A woman who was trying to shut up her two year old in vain, the potbellied man who looked at the daily paper like he was going to enter into its black and white depths, the sullen looking teenager who wouldn’t stop chewing on gum, smacking his lips in sickening fashion.
Clark cracked open his eyes. The sun had just started to come out in all its glory. It took him some time to get his bearings as he stared at the ceiling. He tried to shake off the depression he felt creeping in, but it just kept coming. He sighed
Lois stirred beside him. He turned to her and smiled. It had been almost a decade, and she still looked as beautiful and feisty as ever. He was still as in love with her as he was the first time he saw her. Her almond shaped eyes, her strong nose and the hard line that was her mouth; even now she was frowning slightly in her sleep. Then slowly, as Clark watched, she opened her eyes. She saw him and smiled.
In a galaxy not so far away, I stood in the command centre of the ‘Sinero’ (don’t ask i have no idea why we named it that either) and took in the sights I was privy to through the strong Plexiglas that stood between us and outer space.
The space station was the pride and joy of our defence corps; it has regularly been defined as the sturdiest structure in the world. We were probably the most elite force in the world but we didn’t even have a name; we just kinda called ourselves the defence corps. That was it, but we were feared and revered all over the world.
You once asked me to write a happy poem
“Why so gloomy babe? The world is beautiful”
For you My Love,
I could write about the sun rise
Kissing my face gently at dawn
As I wake, tangled with you
After long nights
I won’t mention the emptiness
I now feel at those moments
Those same rays, now unwelcome intruders
When I am here alone
My only company, the demons that you left