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I was in Love I was in love with
my dream girl Tears trickled down
for days and nights. I sacrificed!! A. C, Form 3, Kwenda High
Our Deepest Feelings When we lose a loved
one Everything is different
now There's got to be
a reason By O. H.
Aids Going to the west
Ladies and Gentle
man, It is a little virus, but can destroy. Here are the slogans
for the disease, By A. C, aged 17.
I Do Believe in Ghosts The full, bright moon reappeared in the sky, after two hours of complete darkness. Sisqo and I were the only people awake, finishing our science assignment which was to be handed to the form teacher early in the next morning. We ran out of lamp oil, whilst in the middle of the assignment. I opened the door wide so that the moonlight would penetrate through the doorway. This would give us a chance to finish our homework. Sisqo hastily threw down his pen on the floor. He forcibly rose from his stool and swiftly moved towards the doorway. He collapsed and failed to go outside. I closed the door and took him with my right hand and put him on my shoulder. I knew that he was in a coma, but there was nothing I could do to let him recover, except to lay him on his bed. The following morning, I woke up at six o'clock and got ready for school. My cousin Sisqo was still in bed, awake. He had gained his consciousness, but with some weird changes. His sweet voice had disappeared. He was now whispering so that I could hardly hear him. His eyes were widely opened like someone haunted by a ghost. Since he had difficulties in getting up, I took out his notebook and placed it diligently in my bag and left for school. I knew what happened last night was extra-ordinary and terrifying. On my way to school, I took out his notebook to see what he had last written before he went into a coma. To my surprise I found a horrific message, written in capital letters like this, "YOU CAN NOT ESCAPE FROM MY NIGHTMARES. REMEMBER I AM YOUR FATHER". I realised that his father's spirit had entered him the previous night and made him unconscious. His father, Thomas, died when Sisqo was five months old. He was a very cruel man. He killed his first wife because she had failed to bear him a son. He was a well-known criminal in Chiweshe rural area, where Sisqo and I were presently living. Obviously, Sisqo was not aware of what was becoming of him. Since his father's spirit was a demonic one, Sisqo was going to be possessed forever. So I had to leave school earlier before it was too late. I told him what had happened to him last night. He had no idea, why he wrote such horrific words. He only remembered the reappearance of the full bright moon. We were both convinced that the evil spirit would come back whenever there was full moon. We were supposed to come out with a strategic idea, for us to kill Thomas' evil spirit before it permanently settled on his son. We waited until midnight and the full moon was right above our hut. A strong wind blew and the lamp went off. Suddenly, Sisqo cried in agony and the wind continued to blow. His eyes were sparking and widely opened. His voice had deepened like his father's. As he was advancing towards me, I took out a metal cross from my hind pocket. I timidly placed the cross on his forehead. He cried even louder than before, as the white figure emerged out of Sisqo's body. It was Thomas' ghost. He was scary and ghastly. He s red-eyed and had huge claws and wa overlapping fangs in his mouth. Finally the ghost was burnt to death by the cross and Sisqo was lying on the floor in a coma. An hour later, he woke up and found me still holding the cross. We spent the whole night talking about our strange nightmare we had just experienced. My own experience led me to believe that ghosts are real. A creative story by G. M - 19 years
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