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(Photo by  Sofia Sforza  on Unsplash) https://unsplash.com/@raisedheroes A Collobaration with Adebanjo Abiola Deborah (email-  abioladeborah123@gmail.com; Instagram- @biiolar) (The Present) I awake to the bright morning; I yawn and stay back on the bed; stretching my bones for few minutes. My face turns to the ceiling which is coated in a white color. I pause for a moment, my eyes still fixed on it; it reminds of Lilian my only child; {it has always been her favorite color}   Some voices outside the window draw my attention. I rise to see what’s happening. I can see two people; a male and a female, exchanging words.   “You idiot, don’t you have manners?!! Didn’t you see my tomatoes before running your useless car over them?!”   “Madam, don’t annoy me this morning o!, you purposely spread your goods on an area where vehicles pass, why won’t I run over it mistakenly?” He fires back; anger building within him.   As I try to understand what exactly is happ...

  I met Daniel during the summer, in Tannersville, Pennsylvania. He was always cheerful and one would find it hard to believe that he could also experience pain. He smiled a lot and such countenance always lightened up whoever or whatever was close to him. His hands and arms were muscular and bit pumped, so whenever he was shaking hands with friends or hugging any of them it was always somewhat intimidating. But he would never ever know because he was always cheerful and grinning from ear to ear all day. He was from Colombia, and whenever we talked; I noticed that he found more comfort and happiness in his family; which is literally the best thing to happen to an individual. He loved to play soccer just like me and the day we finally got to play soccer, he accused me of using dopamine. “Bro don’t you ever get tired??” I laughed and laughed as I watched him panting heavily after he made several unsuccessful dribbles against me. After the game, he kept staring at me in disbelief and ...