Together, they wanted freedom. Freedom from the emancipation they found themselves in.
In the midst of their search for a hall they could use to gather together, they understood some mysteries. They veered into secrets they never knew existed.
In the midst of their search for a hall they could use to gather together, they understood some mysteries. They veered into secrets they never knew existed.
The government had locked down the stadium, the conference hall, the museum and the streets were covered with flex banners carrying so many faces. Faces that looked promising but how can they trust someone else when all they've trusted have literally stabbed their backs. They had always come to them like a knight in a shining armour, they made promises of how they would make their world better; not just a mere promise; they gave strategic plans on how they would achieve all they've said. Since they had strategic plans, it was better to trust them cause everyone needed change. Change from the old. They needed transformation from what they thought was miry.
But
They got the change. In a way, they never understood or pre-planned. How could things turn this fast for the negative? They asked themselves.
As confused as they are, they knew they couldn't really trust anyone but they most trust one. Now, the opportunity they have to come together to sift which, in all this locked up places are extremely slim.
How then would they choose when they've been boxed in a fridge?
How then would they choose when they've been boxed in a fridge?
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©ALA O. WILCOX
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