Mark made so many visits to the house; eventually an elderly woman came to answer the door. She looked lonely, depressed and haggard. “What do you want from me” she shouted. “Ma, I was just wondering if you need help to clean your environment”, Mark replied. “I don’t need your help ,get out of my face before I hurl things at you.” She retorted. Mark walked off but still felt like helping her   despite her initial unpleasant attitude to him,so he made it a point of duty to visit her when he had the time even when he was not on his cleaning round in the neighbourhood and cleaning the surrounding of the house for her from time to time. This endeared Mark to the old woman. She thought to herself, “I think I should have a chat with this lad one of these days, he seems to be a pleasant and persistent young man”. Meanwhile Mark’s classmates in the college had all graduated and were working in different places, Derek had a job with an accounting firm but he got into trouble due to som

What do you make of stories? What is the purpose of stories in this present time where the internet is awash with so many things: wholesome and unwholesome. I believe you will be able to make something out of this at the end of the page. So come with me. Mark just like many boys his age had a lot of things running through his mind, some of which he found difficult to disclose to his parents or significant others. Mark a tall and handsome boy went to school in the countryside, some of his classmates and friends saw life (the world) as a place where everything should revolve around them. After his education from high school, he decided to move to the city to work and possibly go to college.   When he got to the city he was able to secure a job at a grocery store where he worked so hard to save some money to go to college. He lived in a poorly lit, dingy looking apartment not so far from where he worked all in a bid to save enough money to accomplish his dream of a college ed

Monday A day to laze, A day of craze. A day which sets you out on the right foot, A day when you miss the weekend ’ s food. A day of new beginnings, A day of lots of working. A day quite dreaded, A day full of joy when ended. A day of lots of mess, A day of some stress. Even though it may be one of my worst days, I still love Mondays.   image gotten from www.imagesbuddy.com