What a Boko Haram!
The snow of today is red, the sun is black and the cloud is white. I am the clown the world is talking about. My home is very close to the pedestrian bridge and my playing ground is at the subway. Early in the day, I hear various clangs of footsteps kissing the helpless floor of my domain. Quickly, I rose to my feet to save the life that I live and that of the floor. Seeing light in the darkness is illusion due to the season unknown. Looking up, I behold a princess like belle, a lady like bank of beauty and a human like rivers of life. My heart struck and there was no one to rescue the poor rude clown. I yell to the South and also to the North yet, my voice could not be heard; what a pity story for a man who saw a treasure but could not have it? I walked up to the goddess if I can be giving a chance to ask one thing. And to my imagination, my request was granted. When she finally opened up and say "proceed" I saw water like fire which went out and res...
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