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A Story of a Story; The Gathering

The first to arrive was Mystery– she appeared just as her name suggests, mysteriously. She is one quiet lady never talking much leaving you guessing about her. Her eyes however had a sparkle to them but they were devious.
Unlike his quiet sister, Drama arrived with pomp and fanfare- shouting and having adrenalin rush incidental music. He was a tall fellow and handsome (his aesthetics is proof enough ask the ladies he attracts). He parked his black Harley Davidson and winked at Poetry.
Western, he came riding a dark wild stallion called Dark-Moon who neighed, and shook its head, its mane flying wildly across the bright moon. He disembarked took his lariat, and cocked his twin pistols. He clicked his boots and spun his spurs before heading over to us where he doffed his cowboy hat at the ladies.
‘Howdy pardna,’ he greeted Drama before seating on the grass.
A quiet young boy wearing angelic white lab coat and a pair of nerdy glasses arrived via a bright light. ‘Teleportation module active. Transferred from matrix A to B successfully.’ he muttered to himself- that’s Sci-Fi or Science Fiction.
Next was a dark-suited tall and thin man. He was dressed in a black suit from head to toe. He got out of his Alfa Romeo n unbuttoned his coat, two shoulder  pistols  visible- he was Crime.
As soon as he sat down, a young, sexy but determined lady drove up in a police car. Crime glared at her as she dusted her suit. She was Ms. Detective Fiction.
The two siblings exchanged daggers and sat opposite each other- the air was tense but only for a moment as lively Adventure dropped from the sky. He landed with a BANG! on Floetry and guffawed before greeting us all. He is a jolly but dangerously active child.
Then came along the twins Fantasy n Magic– both are sweet when in good tempers but woe unto those who crosses them- the two sisters are very powerful.
Thriller and Suspense the fraternical twins appeared- Thriller dived from a helicopter and released the parachute which he later tore away a few seconds later. He plunged down to earth and that would have been the end of him hadn’t he shot an inflatable mattress. He landed safely on it and winked Sci-Fi who smiled sheepishly. Suspense being a lady, didn’t do her brother’s antics and instead demurely stepped out of her exploding BMW. She blew me a kiss and sat besides her brother.

Finally Romance arrived on her dainty golden wings and floated down besides Poetry. She had in her hands, a golden lyre that matched with her golden hair. Her vibes filled the air and gave out an aura of peace- personally I never did like Romance, but she is my offspring and one must not hate on your kids. I prefer Thriller and Suspense very much- it isn’t favouring. I do not dislike the others though. Now we were about to begin the defense case when the black sheep of the Fiction Family showed up. Poetry, Floetry, Nursery Rhyme, Fantasy and Magic screamed louder than even his blood curdling, heart wrenching, ears shattering cries. He was a huge broad shouldered man having pale grey skin. His head tilted to one side. He had a missing eyeball and 1/2 his nose was missing. His right leg was whole but the left was pitiful remains of flesh and bone. A metal hacksaw stood out like a sore thumb on his head and dark red blood flowed freely from the open wound. Countless nails were hammered all over his body- Horror Fiction had arrived. Only Sci-Fi smiled warmly at him- even the rough and ready Western cringed at his sight..
I hugged him warmly and made him feel at home. The 3 ladies exchanged glances and nodded. I knew I had just given them three free points but I didn’t give a hoot..

A Story of a Story; The Argument

Well I weighed my chances and thought- I have the whole night but on the other hand all my children-my prosic creations- emphasize that a man will never win an argument against a woman. But I am a daredevil and I said I will prove that hypothesis wrong. So I sat down and gazed at Floetry through my pince-nez. The other two watched me as I pulled out my weapons- a blank scroll and a feather quill. With that I cleared my  throat and begun speaking as my words wrote themselves on the scroll.
{Which appeared first poetry or prose? It is poetry up to there I agree but prose is far much read than poetry. The ladies of course  had a problem with that. They ‘reasoned’ with me but I stood ground after all people do not talk in ‘poetry’ its in prose. I had the joy of seeing damsel Rhyme back me up,  though silently.
Floetry then challenged me to prove I had feelings. I have two sons- Fiction and Non-fiction. I called n Fiction’s children-Drama, Suspense, Adventure, Crime, Horror, Mystery, Sci-fi, Western, Thriller, Fantasy, Detective, Romance and Magic.. It wouldn’t do you justice if i didn’t describe my family, as they will affect the story.. So let me begin

A Story of a Story Introductions

So I know I am Novella Synthesis and not this fly dame called Poetry; but we both have something in common- we are both story tellers only that I am prose. Yesternight I had a date with Poetry and her close cousin Floetry, invited too was Nursery Rhyme; who to me, if I was asked, are all related. We sat out on the balcony and enjoyed the natural roof which had many holes that allowed the sun to stream through- then there was a big round hole that let the sun in according to Nursery Rhyme. Poetry then was touched and she alongside her cousin began spinning words to describe the night. Now if it wasn’t bad enough that I was the only male, the three then attacked me on my lack of enthusiasm to appreciate beauty- meaning the sensuous Miss Night. My punishment was to dress in black the following day. that is neither here nor there.
Anyway back to the outing. So after the three had completed their praises, we enjoyed the purest refreshment called Dew- Mother Nature was kind enough to serve us that early as it was only the Witching Hour- and you all know what time the drink is served. A few glow-worms and fireflies flitted above Nursery Rhymes’ head tangling themselves in her blonde hair. An owl hooted in the night and Poetry begun chanting about sorrow. I kindly excused myself and tried to leave but Floetry the sharp-eyed lady openly attacked me saying I had no feelings…
I am sure you want know how I reacted but that is another long story for another day…


Back to the shadows I go,
I let the darkness flow,
Meld to the darkness,
To stifle this sadness
Of My existence denied, therefore I am exiled,
I’m a nobody, Acknowledged by none
This feelings of worthlessness weigh like a tonne,
From within I am weak
From without I can’t seek
In the inside I am but dead
To the outside I am just dead
So as I am dead to all and me
What’s to stop my soul running free?..
Death is once again the only way,
For I don’t want to see another day..
You can judge me I really don’t care
For its too late I’m already there..
Past the point of no return
Where playing dead is more than fun..
Do I blame you, no I can’t..
Though it is really your blame..

Thoughts of a Professional Heuristic Dispenser

Usually, I give a wide berth to social issues for where I reign (Universe of Infinite) such trivial matters are……….. Well trivial. However another issue tickled my ears in the Phantasmagoric Idyllic Lands. It got me smiling 😊 but at the same time frowning 😡.. Being a PHD (Professional Heuristic Dispenser) as well as an Academy Lieutenant at SMILES (Stentworth Miller Institute of Learning and Education) and man of the people; I have empathy for all classes more so the so called lower classes.. A certain exposé on national television 📺 showed the rot in your earthly learning institutions.. The art of dispensing knowledge is as ancient as the first man 👨 and woman 👩.. It is an honourable occupation along with the likes of (MBA) Mind Body and Astral Counsellors better known as Healers, Doctors.. No, lawyers aren’t that honourable and with the crop of current doctors…… That’s topic for another day..
As far as I am an objective thinker, I am concerned, whatever Institution that Tom Dick and Harriet attends, all humans have equal freedoms and rights, whether in Russia, Uganda, Syria, Australia, Japan, America, for weren’t we all created equally? For the case study let us use Nairobi Aviation College 🏫 that I shall moniker CAN.
Now CAN, I have to praise them, providing tertiary education for the masses.. I give them 5 points for that. Another 5 points for trying to churn out educated people..
However, I hope they don’t offer Journalism or Mass Communication courses at all, I know ethics are taught in those two courses.. Speaking of which, I wonder what ethic rule the investigative journalist who went undercover was following; to him the end result justifies the means.. Anyway back to CAN, were they really serious offering high end honourable courses to school dropouts?. Yes, intelligence isn’t everything, I agree to an extent, however why would I a STD 2 dropout want to be a doctor? Is it because of the cool looking white lab coats, along with super cool headphones 🎧 hanging down my neck that I plug to people to hear their Dr. Dre heartBeatz? If so then I guess, CAN can help me achieve my dreams.. I heard of many buildings collapsing in the city of Nairobi, I think the architects certificates should be checked to see the institutions they attended..
Let me stop attacking CAN now. My next battle front is YOU! Yes you.. Why so much insistence on me having papers to get a job? With such annoying qualifications, its no wonder seventh rate universities and colleges are cropping up.. Most of you finish 🏁 secondary schools and due to pressure or just wanting to look cool and not left behind, you join, not knowing what you want to pursue.. So we end up having in the market, an electrical doctor, an operating lawyer, a real life Dr. Do-little both literally and literary.. Or we end up having degrees touts, PhD maize roasters and I ask what for?.. Why waste hundreds of thousands, to do what you don’t like, want or know?.. Education never ceases so why hurry to join universities and colleges?.. Why not spend two to three years outside finding your niche then go study for that?. Gone are the days when papers from a university would land you an instant job.. I know of myriads of people all advanced in education but working jobs that not even I a std 2 dropout would do.. Take your time before deciding on such matters, be an objective thinker like myself.. Any normal human would see that, primary education along with secondary education is enough to survive.. Tertiary education is just a luxury in most cases..
Now now, I haven’t called anyone Deranged Neanderthal Primordial apes….
Finally my last rant goes to the government.. Its time for it to invest in education heavily.. Open more technical institutes and run them proficiently and efficiently, pay the tutors well and on time.. You forget we professional heuristic dispensers have the maximum time with your subjects about 20 years averagely, so if we want to stage a coup de état it will be a breeze.. Also if possible create, open universities and most importantly TALENT ACADEMIES.. I would have brought some of your administration to my universe 🌌 and train them but the attitude and characteristics of your leaders will just wreak havoc. Besides we haven’t yet established diplomatic relations with any earthly country so it will be light years before that happens.. However I will lend you my knowledge when needed..
Until next time:
From a Concerned Being; An Objective Intellectual Introvert; PHD and SMILES Academy Lieutenant, Deity of Universe of Infinite yet Man of the People..

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