The Writeventures of Emaleecious

Yay!  I got rays of sunshine today!!! I am sooooooo excited! I feel loved and appreciated by my blog fam. I was on the phone, speaking with my supervisor at work when I saw the Award by A-9ja-Great and DIDI and  this put a very " big-happy-silly-wide grin on my face". So I am supposed to pass this Sunshine Award to 10 other bloggers that bring sunshine to Blogsville....*now-holding-my-head-in-my-hands*...I have a long list...but I am constrained, so here goes... Light-A-Lamp A Doctor's tot alittleofthisnthat Faith Dames GISTDOTCOM G.R.I.P Histiara My Writing Ocheboy TRULYAdlyne Please pass the Sunshine to 10 other bloggers too!!!

I brushed the tears off my cheeks angrily. I was mad at myself for crying, but thankful that it was dark so no one could see them. I made my way past the very narrow dark road, that was crowded with people and vehicles of all sizes parked on both sides of the street. I angrily brushed past two teenagers who were doing a catwalk and giggling to them selves. I heard one of them cry out as my big bag brushed her, but I couldn't be bothered. I was angry at the man that made me feel worthless. But most of all, I was angry at my self for making the man wield such power over my emotions. I felt stupid all over again. He had not just made me feel so low, he had categorized me, stamped and branded me, and put me in a box without even giving me a chance. Then he had me dispatched... Hot angry tears rushed down my face unbidden. The more I tried to stop them the hotter and faster it poured.  What do I want from this life? What do people want from me? What have I come to offer? What chance do ...

I see it every time I walk pass. They plead for another chance. The look says it all, "if I had another chance, I would use it better". You see it only in the seasoned eyes.  They are the ones who encourage the crying children to stop crying and go to school. They tell the stubborn teens to be smart and finish their education. They tell the fashion conscious girls to face their books and forget beauty. That if they have brains, then their beauty will be a plus. They believe its all about getting a degree, and try to sing it to all who care to listen. Heck, they will even go out of their way to contribute to the fees of any child related to them to ensure they have it going well for them. Citing that they would have had a different portion of this life if they had listened... Every time I pass, I see them siting in the morning, in clusters, sitting quietly. Looking at the world pass by. Wondering. Remembering. Thinking. I can't help but wonder what passes through their min...

I killed a gecko today. I naturally hate thing that creep and crawl. I hate it when they get into my house. Un-invited. I was going into the kitchen to get a snack. That was when I saw it, balancing on my wall like it owned the place. I took a step forward and it moved in sync. I was upset. I waited for a bit, and the " idiat " also waited, playing a game with me. So I went to the kitchen and picked up a broom. I was scared and bold at the same time. Scared that it would jump at me, bold that I could kill it. I also took a can of insecticide.  I was so battle ready and glad that no one was in to watch my drama. I sprayed it first with insecticide and it promptly fell to the ground. I screamed and jumped back, then started using my broom to attack.  It climbed back on the wall, and I tried to hit it forcefully, in the process, I grazed the knuckle of my index finger. That didn't stop me for a second. I hit it again and chopped off the tail. It climbed back up and I hit it...