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HEALING
I walked home basking in the enthusiasm of my new found love. 'My piece of poetry". I held the paper firmly and kept glancing and marveling at it's content. I never knew I could ever write a piece as so. 'Sometimes, circumstances bring out the best in people' they say. After going through the chapter of anxiety disorder contained in the book titled 'THE MIND', I came to realize I had been a victim of this disorder for quite a long period of time. My fears, worries and assumptions kept triggering the disorder and I never realised. My teacher from Junior Secondary School will say "It pays to be informed." and at this point, I can gladly attest how valuable information is. After severally reading the article on anxiety disorder from the book, I got a mental picture of what I was dealing it. I was able to analyze the ailment and work towards realizing the proffered solutions. I hurried home. I just can't wait for my first session with Dr. Amrah the next day. I went inside ou
SADUWOSeems like Fetty has a lot of fears.....
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DAWN A QUEST AHEAD
I wiped the tears running down my cheeks with my left palm. Dr. Amrah watched me keenly without saying a word. She was letting me have a moment. What will she do next? I thought. "Fetty let's go." She said. I wasn't sure whether I properly heard her. "Home? " I retorted. "Yes we are going home. " she said again. I wanted to ask her how she felt after I divulged my secrets to her. I wanted to know what her response will be but instead she said nothing, she wanted us to go home. I got up, folded the traditional indian mat and placed it in the trunk of her car. We drove back into London without uttering a word to each other. "Can you please drop me at the bar? " I pleaded. "Sure." She replied. "But you'll have to show me the way." She added. I nodded. We got to the bar after I gave her directions using my hands and she parked right in front of our bar. Before I hopped down, she held my hand, hugged me tightly saying "I am proud of you." I smiled not knowing what to say or do at t
DAWN DEMOLITION CONSPIRACY
The demolition notices that came round the neighborhood is a sham. My mother, Shadrach James and I got to know about it with the guidance we had from my late father's diary. Razzi, S.M. G Dangana, Benson Daniel and the Major General form the cabal that rob people of thier entitlements and property in the neighborhood. We got to discover that they print out demolition notices, give it around with the aid of some allies from the government construction site and Urban palnning development then threaten to evict or demolish the buildings. Residents on the other hand, innocently fall victims to such tricks then pay certain amounts to the cabal who parade themselves as saints soliciting on behalf of poor people. If only the victims knew the notices came from the people they put thier faith into. If only these people know that the money they offer to these men as compensation to the construction and demolition body goes no where. My father got to know about the conspiracy and this le
DAWN OSIFA IS GONE
"From what I learned at the bar today, " began my mother. "The notice is exactly what Shadrach described. One month expiration duration and yes people have started seeing Razzi." she said. "This is serious." I said after heaving a deep sigh. "Do you know the most astonishing thing? " she continued. " "No." I repiled. "One customer was hailing Razzi in the bar today. In his words. "Our homes and stores would have gone down the drain if not the Razzi." said my mother. "Poor people." I said. "Poor people indeed." she replied. "What must we do? " I asked. "Nothing Fetty. We can't do anything. This thing is beyond us." answered my mother. "Let's get some sleep. It's really late." she added. I lay close to my sisters thinking about the conspiracy. In my recent poem, I wrote a line that says "You can't play the creator's role." and the Reverend will say "God will not come down from heaven and perform all tasks. Sometimes, you'll have to take it by force." I tossed from on
DAWN FETTY CAN WRITE
I was able to convince my mother to let me take Razzi's son on a tour. "You barely know him. " she objected. "He might be the miracle we need to unravel the demolition conspiracy." I had said. If Razzi's son wants a tour, I'll give him a tour. I am even ready to know him and perhaps be his friend as long as I would get what I want. "Are you ready? " he asked from outside. "Almost." I replied while looking for my little purse beside our centre table. "Let's go." I announced. It was few minutes past 4pm. "For how long will the tour lasts? " he inquired. "A year." I jokingly replied. He chuckled. "Touring the whole of London will take long but since your Internship program will last for six months, am sure we have all the time in the world." I maintained while locking our door. "I shall take you to the essential areas today." I began. "We should be back in an hour or more." I added. "Okay." he said. I took him to the book store and we stood outside the building. "This is
DAWN PETER
"Fetty I am so proud of you. " began Dr. Amrah. I came to her office as soon as I dropped my cookies for the day in the bar. "When did you realize you could write? " she asked. "Can I? " I replied. "Of course my dear. Your content is always genuine, deep and inspirational." she said. I smiled feeling proud. "I'll advice you write more. Write as often as possible. Consistency will bring out the best in you. " she affirmed. "So how do I get inspired? What can I write about.? " I said. "You'll always find your way." she replied with her usual bright smile. "You think I can write the way renowned authors do? " I said. "You can be anything you want." she immediately replied. "As long as you put your heart and soul into it. " she added. I nodded. "You know Fetty, Literature for me depicts another dimension of life." she continued. "Writing is not just a art. It's a gift and that's why we have those who can write and those who were born to write. " she said. I nodded.
DAWN A TRIPLE CORD
Monday the 19th of March 2021, a fearless trio, Peter, Layo and I Fetty stormed the Urban Planning Centre in town. The Urban Planning Centre handles building and construction matters in the state. The office allocates space to prospective land owners and ensures all building activities are in accordance with it's laid down rules. We boarded a taxi from London and the three of us sat at the back seat. I wasn't sure how Peter and Layo felt but I was tensed and sweating all over. "We'll drop at the Orange Street Main Junction." said Peter to the Taxi driver. "Okay Oga." replied the taxi driver. "Is there where the Urban Planning Centre is located? " I asked. "Yea right opposite the orange estate." replied Layo. "You've been there? " I said while looking at Layo surprisingly. "I know this town more than you do sister." he replied. "Really bro? " I retorted. "Seems am the only one who barely gets out of London then." I added. Peter chuckled and exchanged glances with Layo. We alighted fr
DAWN THE BEGINNING OF THE END
Peter, Layo and I left the Urban Planning Centre feeling hopeful. We didn't just establish an element of doubt in the office, we brought the General manager's senses to the realization that there is a conspiracy. As we walked to the Main junction after exiting the office, I said to the boys "Let us keep this a secret." My intention is to ensure Peter doesn't go running to his daddy spilling the outcome of our visit. Our plan will definetely be ruined if his father Razzi, a member of the cabal comes to know what we've been up to lately. "So you are saying no one should know? But Why? " questioned Peter. "There is a conspiracy in progress and we know the perpetrators might be in London." I began. "You now how information is digested there. The rumor will spread around like a wild fire and our objective will not be achieved." I maintained. "She has a point." replied Layo. "Yes she does." answered Peter. I was glad the boys were buying the idea. "Let no one hear about this just like the
DAWN SPARKS
Even though I wanted to let Peter know the truth, I wasn't going to tell him just like that especially not knowing where his loyalty lies. I lowered my head and began"I am following up on the demolition issue because I want to help. " "Help? " he said. "There are people who received the notices. There are people who were tricked, people who paid to secure thier properties and I know there are people who will be tricked in the future. Poor, ignorant, innocent people." I said. Peter nodded and I continued with my head lifted up. My mother tells me "You don't have to know people to help them. You don't have to be acknowledged to do what's right. " I said. "You wanna be a freedom fighter right? " he said with a smile. "Kind of. " I replied smiling too. "When I chose this neighborhood as my internship centre, my dad objected. He said their was nothing here. Except filth, ignorant and poor people." I looked at him and as if he read my mind, he said "I am sorry if that made you feel ba
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