THE BLEEDING PEN
ALONE WITH MY THOUGHT 54.
Good morning once again my people.
How was you night dearies.
Yesterday i went to visit a friend and on getting there, i met him drawing the map of Nigeria as an assignment.
It got to a stage his pencil cut and he shouted, feeling so worried and sad. He began to think and you know, i am not in his heart so i couldnt decipher what he was thinking.
Just then, his elder brother came in and asked him why he isnt drawing again. He told him his pincle has cut and there isnt sharpner or razor around to sharpen it.
His brother was so stupefied and flummoxed. He stirred at him for a while and left, foaming like an active detergent Klin.
What got me so cunfused in the whole scene was, his brother didnt even said. Cant you do this or that to get the pencil sharpened so you can complete your drawing and submit tomorrow.
To clear my my queer curiousity. I followed his brother alongisde to know what just hapened.
There, everything was made cleared to me and i blamed the little drawing boy.
Come wait for me here tomorrow. I will tell you everything, remaining no one untold.
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