MY FIRST INTERVIEW My dad always says when you’re expecting something prepare for it. Smiles. ‘‘That dress is a sorry one,’’ mother said to me as i was ironing my flowered gown with a very heated iron almost begging for mercy if it could talk. Mum please don’t start this evening, i said to her. I arranged everything i needed for the next day. I checked my shoes even after bubu has cleaned it with anger but who cares, it’s my day tomorrow so everything has to be perfect. ‘‘Wake up sis’’ . Jesus, bube its 4:00am it’s a job interview not a sleeping competition, I said to her almost screaming. I wasn’t able to sleep back so I grabbed my phone to look at some things i had browsed on job interviews. Soon it was 5:00am. ‘‘go call your sister for prayers” I could hear mum tell bube from my room. I was the last person to join the prayers after which I had my bath and then went over to the dining room for bre
Everyday has it's own story, good or bad we just have to ensure. Every story has it's end, so let our pasts end with the last page because our future seems so bright, in the thug of war we will always win. We choose to love, hate, desire and regret. Sometimes we just don't know what to think anymore. Our days pass like the sands of the earth. We all have stories to tell,yes we all do whether sad or happy even when we don't want to tell most of it. The point is we all have a common memory.