A tale of chiral's wonder boy
A tale of chiral's wonder boy.
Seyive dished out some stew beside the already warmed rice on Chinedu's plate. If God prefers some people to others, it doesn't make sense that it would be Emmanuel. Emmanuel could not have been the nicest or kindest who was enlisted for the award, she said.
"You can't use human reasoning for God. " Chinedu held up the fork she had placed on his plate. "Please give me a spoon"
She handed him one. Emmanuel would have been amused by Chinedu, would have said how very bush it was to eat rice with a spoon the way Chinedu did, gripping it with all his fingers. Emmanuel with the ability to glance at people and know, from their posture and their shoes, what kind of childhood they had had.
You are gentle, Seyive said. Chinedu laughed. "Who says I'm gentle". He mockingly puffed out his chest, his mouth full of rice. Emmanuel would have pointed out Chinedu's forehead and said that one did not need to hear Chinedu's accent to know that he was the sort of person who had gone to a community secondary school in Ojota and learned English by reading a dictionary in candlelight, because one could tell right away from his lumpy and vein-scarred forehead.
Sometimes, man can scale out of his busy schedule to reminisce a life he lived for four years.
Kunle Adegunoye writes from Ilutitun.
Seyive dished out some stew beside the already warmed rice on Chinedu's plate. If God prefers some people to others, it doesn't make sense that it would be Emmanuel. Emmanuel could not have been the nicest or kindest who was enlisted for the award, she said.
"You can't use human reasoning for God. " Chinedu held up the fork she had placed on his plate. "Please give me a spoon"
She handed him one. Emmanuel would have been amused by Chinedu, would have said how very bush it was to eat rice with a spoon the way Chinedu did, gripping it with all his fingers. Emmanuel with the ability to glance at people and know, from their posture and their shoes, what kind of childhood they had had.
You are gentle, Seyive said. Chinedu laughed. "Who says I'm gentle". He mockingly puffed out his chest, his mouth full of rice. Emmanuel would have pointed out Chinedu's forehead and said that one did not need to hear Chinedu's accent to know that he was the sort of person who had gone to a community secondary school in Ojota and learned English by reading a dictionary in candlelight, because one could tell right away from his lumpy and vein-scarred forehead.
Sometimes, man can scale out of his busy schedule to reminisce a life he lived for four years.
Kunle Adegunoye writes from Ilutitun.
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