Chains
“I see chains around your ankles son.
For while they labor,
You live in their house,
Sit in their couch,
And watch their TV.
When you’re done,
You eat their food,
And stretch on their lawn!
Break …..”
“Grandpa! They’re my parents!”
“Sure.”
And Mark welcomed insomnia until he got a job and moved out.
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I'm a food scientist who has chosen the path of creative writing- the one thing which comes to me naturally.
Back in 2013, my love for teaching young learners propelled me into picking teaching as a career. I taught English, Maths and Science in the United Arab Emirates where I lived for ten years. Right now, I live in Coal City, a beautiful hilly area of my country Nigeria.
My website Fiez-writer is a product of my extreme desire to share my writing with the world. Here, I share fiction, poems, thoughts and writing tips.
A huge part of my life is spent with my lovely family and I'm a proud mother to three brilliant kids.
This is informational, thanks for sharing
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Thank you, kings for reading!
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👌This is deep. I’ll have to digest it.
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😀 Take your time, Ayansola!
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