The giant and I -pt1

 

It was a long afternoon, withstanding the wrath of the angrily smiling sun.

I stood and murmured at my annoying non complaining shadow every other time I remember. My thirst became an aspiration to keep moving, and a juice to my hope. At every billboard I stared, its content I devour in seconds, for a minute is rather too extravagant.

Day in, day out my joy stocked to dry throats, the mercies shown by the battering sun, If I laughed, I can’t remember but with each step my smile glitters- ‘tomorrow is another day.’ I take solace in my ability with a self-console that all I needed is an opportunity, just one.

This morning wakes with another sound of the same old song
As I jump into my mode, little did I know that not only mercy will I behold from the sun but also that she will give way for the rains to hide my pain. Then it rained! Now I need not pretend nobody will detect what is going on. This time my roaming was cut short, and as I find my way back home I became a rain maker myself.

So drenched from head to toe, shaking with teeth tightly clinched, a drop of tears, my last convert flowed along the paths as others before her. I took a minute to say thank you to the rains for tomorrow is another day. Even as a sleep, I look forward to another day yet to meet with the sun and dance to her music with all pretentious pleasure.



2 thoughts on “The giant and I -pt1” by Gabi (@Gabi)

  1. Ufuoma Otebele (@ufuomaotebele)

    Hmmm good content. I don’t see how this is going to turn up into a series but anyway am waiting. I love raining days!!!

  2. Mr. Inetanbor (@Gabi)

    @ufuomaotebele, Yeah, I myself wonder if there will be a continuation just then it occurred to me that here I stand there is always a Giant in front of me….lol…….Thank for your time and your comment, you are my very first comment and that is very important to me….. Thanks for droooping by and I hope to keep reading from you.

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