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We had this old picture in the hallway, reminding us of what Daddy said to us time and again.

He was an Arts History major and would tell us, “Creativity is every bit a part of our culture as a heartbeat to a living soul. Every brushstroke, every rhyme and rhythm, quaver or semi-quaver, the first chapter of every prose, begins with a single step. We dare to take this step knowing that in the long run, it will birth the next chapter of existential evolution.”

Art, he said, was an irrevocable manifestation of God, our creator’s likeness, in us.

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The bond we shared was stronger than most because we dared to be different. While other couples fought and got divorces, we made fun of each other.

We would break out a bottle of wine, order in some pizza and talk for hours. And the one thing we knew best was how to have a good laugh. What made it a good laugh was having someone to share it with. It didn’t matter what it was about.

We grew old together laughing away each other’s troubles and pain.

Now my laughs are fewer because there’s nobody to have them with.

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“But I go to church every Sunday,” they tell me. “I pay my tithes and offerings religiously. I even give to the poor.”

“What makes you a Christian?” I would ask them again.

“I was born into a Christian family. My grandparents, parents, aunties, uncles and cousins are all Christians. I was baptized as an infant and have always been active in church. I sing in the choir, you know.”

“All these things are good, but they make you a Christian no more than parking a bicycle in a garage makes it a car.”

So… what makes YOU a Christian?

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“You idiot! How did you get yourself in this mess?” Ama fumed.

“Dear wife,” Kofi wheezed as blood spilled from his wound. “I need to confess before I join our ancestors. I’ve been sleeping with your sister for the past six months.”

“That’s alright Kofi,” replied Ama nonchalantly. “I’ve been sleeping with your brother since before we got married.”

“That’s fine, my love. I have a child with Esi.”

“My best friend?”

“Yes.”

“Haha! Our son is not yours.”

“You wicked woman,” Kofi gasped.

“Philanderer!”

“Hell is waiting for you.”

“But you see my dear husband, you’ll get there first.”

[100 words]

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When he came into our lives, we never expected such a flood of joy into our family.

Hopper was no ordinary traveler. He had been to every continent and, oh, how he made us laugh.

“They call me Hopper because I just can’t place my butt in one place,” he said, comically. “After all, I was born in a moving taxi. I just popped out of my mom. She didn’t even have to push.”

He spoke of his sojourn in the West Indies, Australia, Europe and Latin America.

It’s a shame I can only write a hundred words about him.

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“The heights by great men reached and kept
Were not attained by sudden flight,
But they, while their companions slept,
Were toiling upward in the night.”

My father first read these words to me when I was five. Surprisingly, I was somewhat enchanted by these big words I didn’t understand. “Please read the great men to me again,” I would beg him, much to his astonishment. By the time I was six, I knew the quote by heart.

I worked hard to be top of my class from first grade till I completed university because of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow’s words.

[100 words]

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I knew he was the one the moment I met him. We were freshmen in college, making our way to the library when someone bumped into me. My books and research papers were scattered all over the steps. My chivalrous Kwame stopped in his tracks, bent down and helped me to pick them up.

Our eyes met and there was magic as they melded into each other, our lips longing to meet in passionate embrace, our hearts beating as one. Wedding bells chimed in my head as I peered into his soft hazel eyes.

I knew he was my man.

[100 words]

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In the wilderness of my mind, I am conflicted as to what course to take. Door one will take me through the Swamps of Sickness, past the Valley of Terror into the Caves of Confusion. Door two will take me up the Mountain of Doom, through the Path of Pain and down the Waterfall of Tears. The last door will lead to the Plains of Woe, a ride down the River of Sorrow and into the Tributary of Tribulation.

The journey to Eutopia has claimed many a life, but I am determined to keep moving forward. No turning back.

[100 Words]

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Granny’s wedding dress was passed on to my mum and now to me. I have only seen photos of the wedding, but it never beats the way Grumps tells the story.

“We were barely twenty when we got married. She was my high school sweetheart,” Grumps would say affectionately, staring into space, completely oblivious to the rest of us. “We exchanged our vows in front of family and friends. When it was her turn to say her vow, your Granny said, ‘I will love you till the end of time’.  And she did so until the Lord called her home.”

[100 Words]

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HEIST

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“Okay. Everyone know what they gotta do?”

“Yeah, Boss!”

“Umm. I got a question, Boss”

“What’s it, Bruno?”

“If there’re three guards and five of us, how come we don’t take ‘em all out?”

“You listening to anything I said? No contact with the fake popo! We get in and out clean.”

“But Boss, what if they make us out? Can we kill ‘em?”

“We’re gonna be wearing masks for Pete’s sake.”

“Okay. But let’s say we disabled the alarms and the cameras, but I gotta pee…”

“Shut up Bruno! You’re just like your old man. All brawns, no brains.”

WORD COUNT: 100

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