Grey's Book Club

The 15-inch black box fitted above the wooden frame made us Alice Nkechi in Yonderland. We had wild fantasies and beautifully conjured wide fallacies deeper than life. Sometimes, we wished Father could get dirty enough to call the labourers to dig him a pool. Till this day, Father is next to God with his purity. What the black box taught us was that a house without a pool is not worth living in. It is like a roughly prepared lie; not worth believing. We prayed and fasted. We sanctioned water from our lips, just to pay homage to God. And God answered our prayers. The rains came and the floods raged. We had our pool. But what is a pool without a house? — Cranium X.

I am very good at falling. Very very good at getting hurt Better at crashing. Very very better at holding on. But what I am best at is recovering; I recover quickly with brutal scars. You know what I am perfect at? I am perfect at moving on. -GreyMars My pride is like a mountain, a very high tower. It shoots upward like a fountain, blooming like a wild flower. I deserve better. I am meant for greater. Then nature happens, It crashes down like an avalanche. Solemn whispers of pity. Self loathing pities But then again, my pride is like a never bending fire. It burns wildly again, even after it dies. -GreyMars Picture source: anonymous