The girl called Meenoh

The girl called Meenoh.

The story started on a faithful morning. She was the first person I met. First person I knew. And the only  One I liked. In a particular.

Wind sprinkled mind and wiped away sorrows.

Rain falls down and cleaned out worries.

Terrific flood hits heart whirlwind glanced healed wounds. 

For off a face visage sat down under a tree little drawn was largeness think in paradise sawn.

vowed nothing greatness will attention drawn.

Breezes passed by like a cloudy

Cold soared like a kite 

Snow dropped by like a rain

Birds sang so sweet like a melody

She looked so lonely. I looked so humble. We met by a destiny. On a the same version. Those memories were unforgettable.

She sat all alone. Under trees, under cold. The trees were soft. They springs water on her. I felt pity for her. And I liked her at first sight for the patience and for endurance. She earned my respect immediately, at first sight. And forever. Because she was strong.

I greeted her( as gentle man), I learnt that we were all there for the same purposes. I thank God for that, for she was a real.

We walked together towards the Deen's office for why we were there.

I should be a mighty proud for walking with a golden lady, with a pure heart like her. For that, I recognized myself as a fortunate person than anyone could be.

I enjoyed every single second of that moment. 

I read her like a magazine and I saw my future in her  eyes. I had faith in what I saw.

I loved every piece of her, from her head to her toes. She reminded me of my past. I loved her name the most. She shared the same name with the most important person in my universe. My mom.

I wished we could stay for a longer time, and know each other more. But, alas we achieved what brought us together. I knew that we would still meet again soon. I guarantee it. And it happened.

School resumed:

We kept behind closed doors, and every time I see her, I die little more. It was obvious that she is meant for me. Every piece of her just fits in so perfectly.

Every second, every thought, every time, I'm in so deep. But I never show on my face. Whenever I'm with her, I'm lost of words.

We can see for forever not a cloud in the sky

Picture perfect weather everyday of our lives

Just imagine if everything she wanted came true

Well it happened to me so it can happen to her,

We were on a journey of truth and belief is the key

So open up your heart and let your life free.

The more I know her, the more I got to know that she have a problem. I love being around crazy people, and I like her madness the most. She possessed them all. And, those kept me stocked with her.

The more I wanted to get close to her, the more I felt avoided. It hurts this fragile heart so badly. Life choices, this heart chose her. Just her. Little angel. 

I can walk miles to the edge of the universe for her angel, I will cross Oceans for her, I will walk barefooted for her, under grasses, under nails, and irons. When goodbye doesn't work, You could lay your hands on my shoulder.

Whenever the game is about to finish 

And we are losing, and no any fan to cheer up with panicked not, I will rewind the time and be the Ronaldo 

of your arena, and I will dedicate my championship crown to you.

Self crirism

The power of self criticism

Reason was lost, so were facts. The harder I argued the more arrogant he became. I quickly resigned, and admitted that i was wrong without any emphatically.

I'm in for it. I knew it. You caught me red handed. I have no any jurisdiction to argue or to defend myself. I said.

I must be very stupid for violating the rules and crossing my limits. You have all the rights to arrest me. You can take me to any court of law and the jury will decide on what to do with me. I added.

Young man look, you...I hurriedly interrupted him. You warned me severally not to violate the rules but I turned to deaf ears. I stubbornly reluctant to accept the ways and the rules. I said.

I lost the right to apologize for what I did. You can take me to your office and punish me for my mistakes. For that it will teach me a lesson. I added.

Now listen. You seriously violated the rules, but you can... I interrupted him again. I admired your work. I get my experience only from books, and you get your own experience everyday on a life line situations. I wish I had a job like you. I meant everything I said.

He stopped for seconds and start to tell me about his work experienced for 32 years of service. The places he worked, how he caught offenders, and dealt with them.

He continued to tell me about his likes and dislikes, what he liked the most about his job, and Also about his family. 

I was bewildered on how he suddenly changed from a hard-boiled to a softhearted. He also changed the topic of our discussion thoroughly to his biography.

He continued. If people are like you, can admit their wrong quickly, and without emphatically. We wouldn't have been dragging people to court every week. 

The townspeople defiled our work. Thank GOD. People like you can understand how good our work is.

You reminded me about my dearest late friend. He appreciate good things, with a sincere appreciation, just like you.

You appreciate good things. You are freeman. You can go. He said.