THE DRAINED GRAIN. (PT.1)...
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So there I was lively on the queue like one that had the previous night enjoyed in an edifice inhabiting beds of roses.
I was eagerly, yet bitterly waiting to get the last two thousand something I've got in my thin-like structured account when what seemed a voice from heaven called out for me, or maybe called out for someone else I assumed just had to be me. But for the perception that God will speak with a voice that'll sound like a man's, I would have easily gone to church, shared a testimony that I actually heard from God himself.
"Hello, i'm Anita" I heard vividly, though she seemed to have muttered some other words. I swiftly turned with a speed sure enough to beat that of light and sound,
lo and behold, there stood a figure who obviously could never have had her happy face fazed by any phase of sadness or the lot!
In the very seconds of glancing (analysing should rather be the word), I had been able to discover she had hairs so long but neatly bundled behind her fleshy skull, a dress well designed like the one once adorned by the Duchess of York, a shoe that not only shines in itself but brightens her path too, wouldn't cost less than a fortune I thought.
My brain immediately rearranged the vision the Pastor saw (or said he saw) over the weekend when he claimed someone was sure to find a great life-partner soonest, I initially knew that wasn't for me as money was the only subject I had in mind but at that moment I was rekindled as to think the prophecy was wholly mine. The prophecy could be mine I said inside of me repeatedly, albeit having Bunmi somewhere, yeah, just somewhere for real. I had't seen Bunmi or got her call for the past umpteen days.
I could call the witchy and saucy lady and ask for a parting-truce I quickly adjudged.
"Hello,can you render an assistance to me?" came the voice once more. With my thoughts already awakened and my body fluids already evaporated I came back to sanity.............
BALOGUN O.A
(400 level, Geography)
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