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Oh, how delightful it was to witness the pitiful state of the cemeteries in my neighborhood. I couldn't help but shed a tear or two at the sight of their neglect. It truly warmed my heart to think that this could potentially be my final resting place. The thought lingered in my mind for days, oh how I relished in the idea of being buried in a place that scares people away. As I strolled by, I couldn't help but notice a broken grave. How thrilling! I couldn't resist the urge to walk carefully, with my heart in my mouth, wondering what fate would befall me if I were to slip into one of those broken graves. The dejected and bushy surroundings only added to the excitement. When I shared my experience with a friend, they dared to suggest that our cemeteries were not up to par compared to those in Europe and the States. How dare they! Who needs to make money off of cemeteries and funeral homes when we can just let them rot away? In our further conversation, I came to understand t

As a child, I had a female friend who was my sweetheart. Everyone in our neighborhood knew it. We were inseparable, and things were going well for us until senior high. That's when the unfortunate happened. I was hurt, but I had to let it go. For a while, I thought my world was crashing down, but as they say, when one door closes, another opens. My childhood sweetheart and I broke up because of a friend we lived in the same neighborhood and went to the same high school. This friend cooked up false stories that she believed instead of asking me about what transpired. It was a shock to me, but what was even more surprising was that this friend did it only to get an advantage to be with me. We got along for almost five years, and then she jilted me for someone whom she married barely six months after our break up. But God was good to me. I found someone ready to help me heal from my broken heart. She showed me love beyond comprehension. Probably because of her profession, which makes

I cannot express how much this woman means to me! She is the one who gave me everything I needed, even when I was a troublesome youth. Despite the struggles she faced, she and my amazing father made sure that I had a comfortable life and the opportunities to become who I am today. I remember seeing her sacrifice her food for us, and even though she was on the verge of collapsing, she never gave up. She worked all kinds of jobs, switching between them just to make sure we had food on the table. As a child, I didn't fully understand the sacrifices she was making for us. I had my fantasies and sometimes even squandered the school fees she had worked so hard to gather for me. But now, as an adult, I see the incredible strength and love that she has always had for me. She has been my inspiration to do more and see the world through a different lens. Even in her old age, she still washes my clothes with a smile on her face. I know that I have not fully paid my dues to her, but I will spe