Slum Stories

𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐉 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐥 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐱𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬!

not a diary of boy trying to get through High school in the ghetto of oshodi lagos

Is God my savior? Should I beg repentance? On Judgment Day, shall I have admittance? I don't have to live my life by the Bible. Or Do I?

On a frigid January night, U.S. operatives-dressed as Canadian soldiers-detonate explosives in New York's Grand Central Terminal. Viral footage shows a "Canadian" flag planted in the rubble. Don Trump addresses the nation: "These terrorists wear maple leaves, but their hearts bleed tyranny." While Elon Muskrat snickers in the background... False Flag Operation:

Everything is burning, scorching to nothing but cinders. Hatred. Despair. Regret. And fear. It is a chaos. We are dying, burning. Desperately, you called on the ocean and used it to save us from this hell; however, as you try to extinguish the fire, you drowned us instead. This is a story of the three victims who survived "The Accident." the great fire. They survived. The Duke of the Parvati duchy survived but lost his wife. His daughter, Rosetta, survived but was gone and never to be found. And then there was Yvonne, the girl who caused it all but was never held responsible. She survived too. And ironically, they were all meant to be tied together the moment Yvonne stepped into the Parvati duchy as the Duke's adopted daughter.

She tryna put you in the worst mood, ah, P1 cleaner burn't your church shoes, ah. Broke those coffee cups in pieces, ah, then she wreck my Escalade!

𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐠𝐮𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧. 𝐁𝐮𝐭, 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐚.

"Yeah, Sometimes I think that it's, David Greer Vs... "The World!" Because they are my dumb assed rivals, Michael Sterling and Victoria Sullivan who are sports agents too. They both are the founders and owners of their own unique sports agencies, and fight against me at every possible turn like little piss ants! "Assholes!"

"𝑫𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒖𝒔," 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒍 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅." 𝑾𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒄𝒂 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒓! "𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒄𝒐𝒄𝒂 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒇 𝒇𝒊𝒆𝒍𝒅𝒔!" 𝑱𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑽𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒏 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒄𝒌. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒛𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒂 𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆...

The daily life and struggles of youth living in contemporary urban slums is told, through the eyes of a young shoe-shiner living in Mathare, Nairobi. This revolves around joblessness hence poverty, crime and police brutality. How can society salvage herself out of this infinite cycle?

I had worked so long to survive. I lasted so long on my own. The Slums are dangerous, but i survived. But he changed everything. The boy with the red eyes. He changed everything. I wish i could hate him, but i dont

Tales that defy reality, make you question your sanity. And perhaps scream for Deliverance! Prepare yourselves...

Yes! "Dolomite is my Name, and Fuc----king up Mother fuc---kers is my game!" Hey people, let me tell you about the tale of the signified monkey........ He lived in the jungles of Africa and was minding his own business when an elephant stepped on his big toe.

Visit Dharavi Slum Tour in Mumbai, the biggest slum in Asia. Explore local businesses and culture. Click for more info on the Dharavi Mumbai Tour.

This poem is a masterpiece in its ability to capture the emotions of love and loss and the lingering presence of the dearly departed. Anyone who reads this poem will be left with a lasting sad impression of the forlorn spirit and the love that continues to dance in the desolate night.

The first wave was catastrophic. The infected didn't just turn into mindless zombies. They turned into something else entirely-hyper-aggressive creatures with inhuman speed and animal-like instincts. They ripped through cities. Mayhem erupted. Governments covered it up as riots, but Kael knew the truth:

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The Dogman whipped its head toward him, teeth bared, and let out a bloodcurdling roar that shook the trees. Then it charged. Jacob didn't hesitate. He fired again-this time at the head. The bullet punched through its skull, and the beast collapsed mid-stride, skidding to a lifeless stop just feet away. The forest went silent again.

𝑮𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒖𝒔: 𝑻𝒉𝒐𝒓! 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒈𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒈𝒐𝒅! 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒉𝒖𝒓𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒅𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓? 𝑫𝒆𝒇𝒚 𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒕? 𝑫𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒆𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒑𝒐𝒏?