Confessions From Garissa Terror Attack
For thousands of future seeking youths who have traveled miles hunting for a sip of the white man's magic in various institutions of learning;just a crazy bang of the door is enough recipe for Cerebrum discomfiture and probable format of there hardly encrypted knowledge.
"Job,Your uncle has given you that Heifer over there;go sell it and go back to school!!
we shall see how to pay fees for your three sisters too,No maize left!!"
This was the last "Good bye" a loving MUM could afford for his son leaving for college.Never to know she will never witness him breath ;Death future!!...wooooiiii!!Her mum will weep ,silently on her papyrus reeds beddings ,around their recently burnt hut: waiting for good News "Job!!survived..."
Ten hours down,no Angel of Hope.She will wail and the whole Village of Kilirikwa will know;Her "HEART" is death.The only future she trusted God with has met a dark cloud.
we shall see how to pay fees for your three sisters too,No maize left!!"
This was the last "Good bye" a loving MUM could afford for his son leaving for college.Never to know she will never witness him breath ;Death future!!...wooooiiii!!Her mum will weep ,silently on her papyrus reeds beddings ,around their recently burnt hut: waiting for good News "Job!!survived..."
Ten hours down,no Angel of Hope.She will wail and the whole Village of Kilirikwa will know;Her "HEART" is death.The only future she trusted God with has met a dark cloud.
All of a sudden thunder and lightning will flash severally over her hut and she will admire it takes her too.
And I will pick up my poetic stylus and and write:
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