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  A boy trampled by woes of this world.  Defiled by deeds of my kind. I am a boy of my own, snared with wittiest of all melancholy,  An elegy of my success. I am a boy, castrated by life struggles, bearded with toils of my old age in my youth.  I am a boy left in my solo, seeking reasons behind life endless vendetta.  Dark days endless in my boyhood, old days just a reminiscence. Walking down the lane of doom, invited by fears of living a miserable life, I am the boy. I am a boy left alone in loneliness,😔 Searching my mind with a pure intent, that of what may befall me. I am that boy, in my youth life is evil. A devil, ravaging my kind of their youthfulness and stories of good old days. Rain, let it pour to wash off my desolate boyhood with a hope of a brighter days only my last resort. I am a boy. Set afar by struggles of my pot of gold, I drowned in an ocean of worries with oasis of hope far fetched. I am a boy battered in search of love,  fanciful mind ...

(how true is this?) The story Obika walked into the room and noticed that everyone was quiet notably her dad, Mr. Akim seated just directly at the entrance door to the sitting room. The atmosphere in the sitting room was tense with everyone with a packed face. She walked in with her headphones 🎧on. Subtle music could be heard especially with how calm the room was. She wasn't sure what was happening but something told her that everything wasn't right. Walking passed her mom, to made her way into her room, a heavy voice thundered "Where are you coming back by this time dressed so tattered? The voice sent a spin down her nerves. She halted and turned slowly, perhaps afraid of what would follow next.  Her dad, Mr. Akim was known to her as a calm person who rarely spoke, especially not in the tone she was hearing. At this point, Obika confirmed her suspicion. I am talking to you, Obi... Mr. Akim asked, looking mean more than ever. ..Dad, I am coming...  Obika stammered, findin...