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There are as many philosophies in life as there are jellof rice in a Nigerian wedding party. Two of these philosophies have always intrigued me. One being the "Philosophies of Reviews". E. Thade once said, "Reviews are like the mirror that reflects our true self. A man that cannot do his reviews cannot fend for his family".
Don't think too much about it, it isn't as "awesome" as you think. Just meet that weirdo guy in that Wattpad book club of yours that is hammering on doing your reviews like...like that carpenter that lives on Drury Lane.
The second being the "Philosophy of Creative Start". Speaking on that, Euphrates said, "A dive into the actual contents of a work without beating around the bush, not considering whether the bush is a different one from that to be hunted on, is like taking a bath more than once in a year".
You should have pretty much figured out by now that I was just churning out a bunch of nonsense. And yup, that was my own creative start--you can argue that with that Keke man asking for his money from a mad man he carried.
And Euphrates didn't say that. Don't ask me who did. I did. I said you should not ask me, not that I will not tell you. And don't ask me who E. Thade is. I will not tell too. Back to the story:
Book Four: Rap O'Neill
The next group we found ourselves was a rap group. Those interested in participating would take turns and free style.
Dream-coast'-rollin' on the high stake
Ne'er wearing Gucci so fake
I am the boss
Don't make a fuss
Platinum at......
I couldn't make out the rest of the words. I wonder how certain people are able to capture the words that rappers utter.
Well, the next rap by someone was a slow rap but the only thing there is that my sass filter, after filtering the rap, the words left were just incoherent. So, we just have to skip that.
It was here that Osmosis stayed back, being someone fascinated with rap-especially how one word rhymes with the other in a way that blows the mind off.
I went on alone to the next group.
Book Five: Folks of the Chronicles
The next group I found myself in was a history group. The leader would drop questions and anybody that knew the answer would answer. It was nothing short of boring. I left after staying for very few minutes.
"Who is the first Emperor of China?"
"Qin Shi Huang"
"Correct"
"When did the Titanic sink?"
"13th April, 1912"
"Hmm...wait, lemme check. Ooh, you are a day behind the real answer. It's 14th to 15th April, 1912"
"Ooh. Thanks"
"When was the Great Wall of China built and who pioneered it?"
It was at this moment that I left for another group.
Book Six: Things, Nobody Told you.
This group was a psychology group. The leader was reading out facts for them. Although I was enjoying the facts, I had to leave because I wanted to "taste all the waters" that I could before the event ends.This was where I found Jenny. She would turn to my direction and stare, while I would try to avoid her gaze and stare back when she's not looking.
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