NeverEndingABC STORY – AFROBLOGGERS

We follow the story from Tanaka who blogs at PassionVictim.co.zw here Never Ending ABC

“You made it my child; I am so proud of you. Sit down and eat”

Mona could see how proud grandmother was, it was written all over her face. The food was much better than she had imagined and definitely worth it. She thought this was her hardest lesson but grandmother had bigger plans for her it seemed.

“This is just the first test. Tomorrow we train again.”

She ate slowly and savored the food. In her mind what lies ahead was center stage. Mona’s curiosity of what lay ahead was at an all time high. For a while she thought time had stood still, the coming of the chilly night breeze assured her that indeed tomorrow was beckoning and so where the lessons in store.

She could not wait to go through this experience, her spirit carried with it a bounce of anticipation of what lay ahead. If she had just passed what she had thought to be the most difficult lesson her Grandmother’s words of more tests to come only served to set her mind on a roller coaster of fear-filled excited emotions of what lay ahead.  Mona could not explain these emotions gripping her, she could not help it but have a bewildered face with a beautiful smile as she starred into the fire in search of words to say.

A thousand plausible scenarios flooded her imagination, it was as if her brain had caught fire and spread as rapid as mid summer’s veld fire fueled by a powerful breeze of a creativity. The creative hubs of her imagination sprung to life and the food on her plate was forgotten neither could she hear her Grandmother calling out to her, “My Child! Mona! Mona! Mona!”

“This child is already day dreaming, the joys of being young. This may as well be the best decision I have made in this life”, her Grandmother spoke to herself and chuckled to the thought that Mona would prove to be Powerful beyond imagination. It was the chuckle that snapped Mona back to reality only to find her Grandmother’s face beaming with adoration. What she saw on her Grandmother’s face was the purest form of love that she had longed for the longest in her life and this brought tears to her eyes.

“Come now child, wipe the tears away and finish your food. You need the strength for tomorrow”, her Grandmother spoke to her in a soothing voice as she got up to prepare for the night.

The moon broke free of the clouds and the night became clear as day, it also dawned on Mona that all her Grandmother wanted for her was the best that could be possibly achieved.

“Grandma, I am sorry about my earlier behavior”, she said. “No need to apologize my child, I did the same when your Great-Great Grandmother started teaching me also. It is time now to say our prayers and head into dreamland. Add a few logs to the fire so they help fight the early morning cold.”

With no effort, Mona thought of adding logs onto the fire and before she could move towards the log pile, the fire sparked to life and she realized that new logs had already been added to the fire. Puzzled she looked at her Grandmother who nodded in approval.

 “It is only the beginning my child”, she said with a smile on her face and began the night prayers.

NeverEndingABC Links

• Afrobloggers
• Tawa of GentleGiantsBlog
• Kadali.Bartlett of KadaliBlog published on Afrobloggers
• Nicole of HumanityBoss published on Afrobloggers
• uBu published on Becoming uBu
• Tanaka who blogs at PassionVictim.co.zw

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The AfroBloggers Never Ending Story

It was a time for the planting season to begin and you’d expect everyone to be elated but for the rains. They had come too early… …and far too much. The earth became a soggy porridge, a fertile breeding ground for a very unexpected harvest. [Tawa of Gentlegiantblog & Beaton of BecomingTheMuse]

The year was 2025. 5 years after the fatal and brutal COVID19 had ravaged the world and left it empty. Almost. You see the world as we all knew it prior to 2020 was now a memory. A distant memory that no one wanted to talk about. [Sophie of akitcheninuganda.com]

The few of us who had survived the fatal virus now lived in groups we called tribes. Trying to live everyday. Fearful and distrustful of strangers. Never venturing out of the zones we had set for ourselves. [Mable of Mablesrants.wordpress.com]

Mona was the outlier of her tribe. She was 23 and had survived the pandemic. She felt life had to be lived in faith and without fear. Unfortunately for her, her newfound love for life was also the newly discovered fear for her parents who felt safer living within their zones. [OMT of www.omtsdigest.com]

So Mona’s faith couldn’t push her through. Fear still covered her like another pandemic was yet to come. In her zone, her girlfriends constructed a mansion where they all lived like it was a little country. Some farmers, others tailors, others saloonists others chefs, they grew their food and partied there own bar just like in the same compound. [Kadali.Bartlett of Kadaliblog.wordpress.com]

Life was not as Mona and her friends had known it, but through the stories of pain and survival they managed to get through the days. Each time she saw her parents and how her mom seemed safe in her father’s arms her heart ached as she remembered her love [ScotchRoyalty of scotchroyalty.wordpress.com]

Locked in her fear, Mona decided to ask God for strength and restore her faith. Deep down she knew that nothing comes easy but she believed that God will make things right and erase the fear that clouded her and her parents and live a life filled with happiness. [Nikki_zw of humanityboss.blogspot.com]

One night, when the clock hit midnight she felt an energy in the room. She heard a woman’s voice say, ‘I am here to lift you up and remove all fear.’ She opened her eyes and saw nothing but still felt this woman’s presence. ‘Who are you?’ she asked. ‘I am the ghost witch.’

[BecominguBu of becomingubu.com]

Mona knew the witch’s visit was the beginning of the adventure she had been waiting for all along. Just as the ghost witch had said, her fear was erased by her longing desire for something different. Something new awaited her.
The witch only had one question for her, “Are you ready?”.

[Tanaka of Passion Victim Blog]

She held in her hands, a book of which she said “contained all the places in the world beyond the Aksum zone she could visit.”

It was at that moment her spirit fully awakened as the raging soul storms calmed, “Lead the way”, she said. The ghost witch took form.

[rasmunroe of My Story, My Own Words]

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Powerful thoughts

dalupiason

Most of the times downhearted people are the ones who try their best to make other people happy, they know what it’s like to feel worthless, forgotten and completely destroyed inside. I think people really need to understand how hard it is to explain what’s going on in your head, when you don’t even understand it yourself. People will never fully understand that person until they climb into their skin and walk around it. Let’s pray for their emotional and mental well being. They mostly like to act strong for our sake.

🙏Piason🤓

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Dreams And Nightmares v 1.1

She took the warning signs for granted

Now a battered temple tells the story,

Of the monster who charmed his way into her heart

Draped in Prince Charming’s robes

Her love for him runs deep

Try as she may to escape

In loves’s castle her mind, body and soul are confined

To serve a sentence only death can uplift…

A prayer to the heavens she whispers,

“Take my life and give me rest, or better yet CONDEMN this monster I call husband to Hell’s depth!”

And lulls herself to sleep in tears

#ras

#NowWeWrite

#16DaysOfActivism

PhotoCredit @KastorsKorner

Dreams and Nightmares v 1.0

The look in her eyes pierces and strangles my soul to death.

Her Innocence has been exiled,

Only sorrow and anguish remain

The scars of a deep running wound…

A reminder of the terror and horrors of a night past

She wishes it was just a bad dream

But this is her everyday reality

With the monster that pledged to love her till eternity…

#ras

#NowWeWrite

#16DaysOfActivism

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The Last Sighting Series…

Intro…

 

It is said before all is lost, a glimpse of the impending end unveils itself and to but a few is it recognized.
While the majority chooses to ignore, the few ready themselves for what lies beyond the end…

What lies behind each end of a journey is known to those who understand that nothing lasts forever.

Note : This is a pure art of fiction. Events explored are not to be taken as reality (even if they bear resemblance to an event in time that you may have read or heard about)

#ras

Chaos…

The world descends into Chaos,

And along with it so goes senses

Madness reigns all over…

Destruction rears its ugly head

And as we brace for annihilation

We applaud an existence coming to an end

Just as we are about to explode to extinction

The mind is awakened to reality

this is just the beginning….

image taken from https://chaosechoes.bandcamp.com/album/a-voiceless-ritual

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He hums a tune,

She sings a hymn

The heart screams,

The mind explodes

Silence!!!

 

Is this all

itaimusings

Our life is mundane, you wake up bath, go to work go home sleep and the cycle continues until Saturday when we sort of break but if you really look at it, it’s the same thing every weekend then we boast of free will yet we are jus moist robots.

We spend our best years being conditioned to bring nothing but moist robots, programmed to act, feel and talk in a certain manner, go to school, go to work, buy a car, buy a house, marry, but never once are we programmed to use our brain. If the mind was removable at death some old people will have a hardly used brain.

When was the last time you paused to enjoy the moment??? When last did you do something for someone and expected nothing in return??? When was the last time you did something out of the ordinary???When was…

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Composure

At times you just look at things as they unfold before you,

You take a chill pill and just sit back…

Through it all you dont lose yourself,

You anchor your emotions,

Speak in silence and find your center.

Composure…

“Silent minds have the loudest thoughts”

#3as Mun3oe

#myStoryMyOwnWords