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Time Caved In

Time Caved In

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Fri, Nov 11, 2016
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Growing up is never easy. We go through change and lots of confusion. Many doors open up for us. But it is the worst when our closest ones are not there with us. You might be confused when reading this, but actually it's open for you to imagine and explore too. I wanted to explore the topic of "progress". I feel that progress in life is not always good. Rather it can sometimes be bad too. As the author grows up (progresses throughout life), his life becomes twisted and ugly, nothing like what it was before (regression). But bear in mind, I am not saying progress is bad! Like all things, there are 2 sides of the coin. The best part of this story (for me) would be the colour symbolism. Look out for that! This is a super short story I wrote last year (i was 13) Warning: HORRID and cringe-worthy writing ahead! But I hope something good comes out of you reading this! :)
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*please I wrote this story at 16/17. I'm 28 and I crying because I would rewrite this in a heartbeat especially coz I sound crazy* so read with caution* I fell in love. I fell in love with a fairytale. Oh Yes I did. You know that one story that gives every little girl hope out there that good things comes to those who wait even in rare but simple gems like a glass slipper. This hope carried me far and beyond. It's a fairytale that is relatable to any prospect of life. There will be your evil stepmother and evil stepsisters, your fairy godmother and your one true prince. It is a fairytale that understands the element of surprise: That what we seek can sometimes appear right in front of us without knocking on our doors. Most especially, it's a fairytale that understand the importance of love: A true prince may not come in shape of perfection but regardless of the imperfections and flaws, he would still remain perfect in your eyes. Regardless of its flaws, Africa was my father and Nigeria was my prince. Africa was my birthplace, born to the greatest warriors on the planet: Shaka Zulu, Nelson Mandela, Cleopatra, Kofi Annan even Didier Drogba the famous footballer. Most especially it was my home. It was the place I learnt to walk, talk, run and now 200000 feet above the ground I look down at my home. Little lights flickering everywhere like fireflies contrasting with the dark night. Maybe one day I will come back to my father. My prince. My Ile.

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