Exploring my creativity via fiction writing, non-fiction writing, and singing. Join me on this journey.
Kogi State, Nigeria.
Image generated with Chat GptNow that's the first. Secondly, I did not grow up with my biological mother, but in the last few years, I've been with an aged woman who doesn't just play the role of a mother, but also fills the vacuum of a late grandmother.
Image generated with Chat Gpt“Was I in my right senses in the morning, or did the rainfall wash away my senses?”It's crazy now, to think that yesterday, an absurd excuse would have cost me months of preparation.I asked further.
Image Generated Using Leonardo AIFor as long as Father Mouse cared, the occupant of the house had gone on a journey and had forgotten his way back home, since the books, cluttered somewhere in the house, gave the mouse the impression that the humans cared enough for them to have left a stack of books in a carton some rooms away from the kitchen.
Image: Meta AISara was the perfect definition of busy 24/7. Before now, I used to wonder what she really did. I remember her to be a bookworm from year one — of course, all thanks to my prying eyes that hungrily scouted her results now and then. However, I still felt that apart from burying her head in her books, Sara had other things up to her sleeve.
Image: Meta AIShe paused at the centre of the classroom and cleared her throat. “Class, we have come to the end of this topic. Now, to introduce us to our next topic, which is Micro-organisms Around Us, you all will be working in groups to make some findings and come up with creative techniques for understanding the subject content.”
Image: Meta AIAfter a long day playing in the field, my cousins and I decided to rush back home as the evening sky was gradually swallowing up the sun. We found our way into the streets, although exhausted, with parched throats and aching feet; we were determined to get home before my parents. Our clothes were not just drenched in dirt; they gave us a typical appearance of abandoned homeless kids.