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In their eyes

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...

OBALENDE...Sights, Sounds and Smells

Have you ever walked slowly through Obalende at any time before? Not hurried past because you did not want to be late for a meeting or program. Not driven past leisurely to while away time. But walked...? Obalende is a very interesting place. You see all sorts of things, hear all kinds of stuff and smell terrible things...even from people. You see them as you walk past in the morning. You see them in the afternoon, if you happen to pass the same way. You see them in the evening when you are returning. You see them at night...Obalende never sleeps! THE SIGHTS: The Dirty:  In the morning, you see the homeless, the destitute, the drug addicts. You can see the grime on their faces. Smell them from afar off. When they open their mouths to speak to you, you know exactly what a skunk that has released its gas smells like! You can tell from their clothes too that they have not had a bath....A bath??? puh-lease! how's that possible? Did you not read "the homeless" part? The St...