Objective Gist

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From the couch where I scouted, I heard a shout come from the South. No doubt, my bout of search backed by my stout passion to remain on this route is about to sprout a good result. I raced quickly down the base of the hill at an unbelievable pace with the expectation to unveil the face behind the veil. Alas, a new case of total disappointment and a new phase of utter disgrace. What bellowed below was just the echo from a vast fallow land with no tracks to follow. My mind had played a fast one on me with the whistling of the nearby thistles and my heels waited for no further epistles before it sprinted foolishly down the bushy hill. I know the familiar tune of mock that played in my head as my eyes sorrowfully traced the row of thistles back to the top of the high hill from where I had just descended. I looked ahead into the fallow emptiness to know what clue to follow next. My feet stayed glued to the ground as the pains from the descent now take its effect. I know I have to overcome

We have seen scams in this world but non like the emotional scam. I can't imagine I blamed myself so hard for what transpired between us back then. Ashey all na scam. My encounter with Madam SU, who was so spiritually strict, that "naughty" was a worldly word not in her saintly dictionary and must never be used even to flirt with her. I don't know if there can be a course for holy or saintly flirting and I will be the first student to enroll. She was a Saint and in my mind, I am the one to step up to her level, even when fate had other plans for my "unsaintly" status then. She was so spiritually strict that men steered clear. Don't call her by her full name and see her wrath. Hmmm, it was that strict. Truly, I may have fumbled too, I admit I may have hastily ruffled the waters, and who wouldn't be so agitated by such elegance, intelligence and charm in a Christian woman. Yet, it wasn't much a big deal as she escalated it to be, casting me ou

Once beaten twice shy Twice beaten is why I cry what fate is mine under the sky If love thirsts to make me cry Twice daggered at the junction of fate There is canal bleeding at Love's gate Many souls are cast towards losing faith What faith can condone this bloody fate Say me well to earthly love For I am done with its immoral bluffs Say me well to mortal love I have had enough of its rip offs As I sty off thy streets May tears stay off my cheeks As I take on a clean love sheet May my sour love become sweet Tayo Okanlawon