Gasmiel's Diary

Daily Darl whined in pain and her eyes got wet with tears, credit to the guy she lost her heart to. But the weekend was never complete with her spending it at Guzi street. Monday mornings looked murky and dull on her. The sordid acts of Darl's love left innumerable scars on her from head to toe. Such a beautiful pain. Silently I sat everyday with nothing to say to her. How can a lady suffer from the hands of a man who doesn't see her as a woman. Her heart got torn by the pangs and kicks of "Her Heart". It continued for the six months we spent together as corpers in the school corper's lodge. I fought the thought to help Darl but I lacked the guts. I always lost courage to preach Jesus to her, she was just not a girl you can start talking Jesus to. Severally, I got topics to strike a discussion with her but we just got lost in frivolous talks anytime we engage in a discussion. The 3rd day of March 2016 was the day. We just returned from CDS and Darl's body...

Time is like a ruthless old man whose fist wraps firm On the tip of his walking stick So, he chooses to leave a tripatite  foot print on the ground - his background With his two feet and his stick Yesterday Today Tomorrow So that even when his age rains the weight of years on him His acts get collected in the pit stomach of his feet So that his kith and kin can learn a pinch from his lethal memories etched by that tick tock sound Time is such a ruthless fellow.

THE LESSER POWER OF UNFINISHED STORIES This post is long. If you hate long posts, just jump and pass. Maybe, it's not just for you. Bye... See you next time. Okay. If you hate it like me but you don't have a choice to read like I always do, continue. 9 Days from now, your mind and mine will be solidly lifted with great zest by the influence of the story of many persons you sat to listen to this year, also, those you cared to read their written thoughts here on social media or on papers in the books you've read. At thesame time, the stories of many others will get farther away from the north pole of your mind. I mean those who have left the stories of their lives unfinished. See, there are very considerate and reasonable reasons why some stories remain stale and incomplete by their writers and actors. Yes, very concrete reasons but the result is, not many persons are ready to hear it whenever such stories are told. I was the best student in written and oral English i...