Story By Mark C
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Mark C

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My name is Mark. I am an Author and a content creator in opera news hub both in Nigeria and South Africa. I have written so many articles and novels. Writing, reading and track and field event are my hubby. You can reach me through this email in case you want to contact me. Chukwumark94@gmail.com
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The Journey Of Life
Updated at Jan 29, 2022, 03:14
I was on the bed thinking about my future. for more than five years I have not gotten a job talk more of the least one I can't even pay off my bills. I was in deep thought of what life have turn me into. life has turned me into a lawless human being. should I give up? Some of my mates have gotten a job with big mansions what could these be? I asked myself. As I was busy thinking I heard a little sound from the window I was scared my heartbeat increased like a person that ran 1500 kilometre race I quickly jump out of the bed put on a touch light but I could not see anything I climb the bed and bent down a bit I used a mob that is close to my door to close my window. I heard another noise at my door I flash touch it was a big rat. I scream like a man who is in distress, immediately the rate went under my bed the only thing I'm afraid of is a rat I hate that creature with passion, it's irritating. I opened the door after getting down from the bed I used my hand raised the bed I flashed my torchlight under the bed but I couldn't find the rat. This ugly phenomenon gives me a deep thought I can't even sleep that night because I was imagining that the rate can jump on me when I slept off, so I was awake till daybreak. At about 8: 35Am in the morning I warm the small soup I cooked for the last seven days with my last card I add enough water to make sure that it will reach me till the next seven days. Sometimes the soup I cook I always add enough water to last a month an adage says that half loaf is better than none. The soup was tasteless because too much water was added to it, know any other option than to succumb and face reality. People do see me on social media they thought I m living fine without knowing that all those things are packaging. After my breakfast, I put on my ripped jeans with a ripped shirts some people thought that the ripped on my clothes was already made without knowing that the clothes has become weak due to excessive wash and frequent wear. I comb my hair to look neat and smart, I then dash out in search of a job.
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