" Rise and shine " Conrad opened the windows and the sun flashed inside; it's golden but violent rays landing on Daniel's exposed face.
" I hate your nature!" screeched Daniel hiding in the comfort of his blanket.
Conrad yanked it down and pulled him out of bed. They prepared and went for breakfast in the hall.
"Dash!
Throw that bucket
Discard the gloves
peel off the stench
of beans and eggs;
rotten in, out
Dirt and stench
sticking out in the air
Mop, clean, blow
Blow them out
When the belts
At the waist
touch the belly and
Clarify your best need
when you let the job go
People put them
Dash!
Throw that bucket
Right on the wall
Leave a mark
Discard the gloves
Disinfect the flow
Laugh at the sound
That comes with age,
Bending at the waist
Back sore
Bones break
Dirt and dust and.....
For.... ever...... "
The janitor, Mr. Kitone sang in a melodious voice in the far corner of the hall as he swept the floor. He always waited for them to wake up to start his morning work in the hall. Not that they cared. Mr. Kitone, as his name said had a talent in making poems songs. His beautiful voice always brought them joy and made them start the day happy.
Today, he was singing about his hate for the job. But everyone knew it was to make them laugh.
Conrad pulled a chair from under the table and placed it opposite Jedda. His sister, Nowel, was just next to him on the left and Daniel on the right.
"Today, Mr. Kitone is singing a great creation of J E D D A." Jedda sang whimsically on the opposite side from Conrad. She had an absolute zeal for poetry; infact, for everything composed. She also wrote short stories and had a great sense of humour. She got inspiration from art, nature, love, movies, and basically from Mr. Kitone. He and she were good friends and one would think that they had something going on. But Mr. Kitone was more of a father figure to her. She had a special talent and was gifted as the literature teacher always said.
" I honour plate as my father,
for he gives me food and a means
to eat
Plate knows everything
for he knows my best dishes
Plate is wise
For he carries fried eggs and sausages......"Jedda said , her hand on her chest and a dreamy smile on her face.
" Fork is strong
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SPIRITED (The Blended Hearts Series)
General FictionWe don't become champions in one day. It is a battle we fight for a long time. We strive, we strain, we lead, we cry, we fail, we get up. It is the round game we play everyday. Hide and seek with success. We pray to win, we pray to overcome. We try...
