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I am writing this short story following an encouragement from a friend; my mentor. |
"Busayo", she cried out again. I watched her from the top of the orange tree. She did not know I was up there and I did not bothered to alert her to that fact. Mothers are always tiring. It's like when they give birth to you, they have reproduced a slave. No one was going to take me away from this spot. There is something about the serene atmosphere of Ilorin that touches my soul. I could feel the soft kiss of the evening breeze on my cheeks. Magenta strolled out of my neighbour's house. I smiled. I never knew cats had personalities until I got to Ilorin. Magenta was this cool, calm, snow-white cat. He carried himself with so much poise and elegance, it was hard not to fall in love. I watched him walk gracefylly accross the compound until he found a perfect spot. Licking his paws like he had no care in this world. I guess he doesn't. My dad is going to back soon, I better go and have my bath. "There you are you this naughty child. Didn't you hear me call your name". Oops! I have been spotted.I looked back at the mango tree just before walking into the house. "Don't go away", I said. How ridiculous! Can trees walk? |