Bright Stephen @applecoral

I had spent the whole day packing, something I hadn’t done for such a long trip in over six months. Finally, the day I’d been waiting for had come. As I sorted through my things, my friend arrived later in the morning. She brought pap along with her, and we quickly enjoyed it with fried potatoes and some rice we had lying around.

We spent the next hour catching up, talking about everything and nothing. Laughter filled the room until she eventually got tired and decided to head out. After she left, I stretched out on my bed, thinking about the trip. Before I knew it, my eyes grew heavy, and I drifted off to sleep.

When I woke up, the sunlight had already begun to fade, it was evening. I felt drained and knew I needed a little pick-me-up. I headed to the mall, hoping to grab something that would give me a burst of energy. I ended up buying a bottle of chocolate drink. It wasn’t exactly what I had in mind, but it did the trick and lifted my spirits.

With my energy back, I decided to take a slow stroll, enjoying the cool evening air. Nature felt like an old friend, comforting and familiar.
As night crept in, I made my way home, feeling both excited and nostalgic. It was time to say goodbye, for now. I promised myself that nature and I would meet again next year.

Maybe I got hungry a little too early that morning, but it was one Saturday I will never forget. I had been trying to read for about half an hour, but my stomach had other plans. It was impossible to concentrate with the hunger gnawing at me. The decision was clear, no food, no reading. So, I decided to walk about 10 minutes to get a plate of beans.

When I arrived, I was relieved to see the place open. It was a popular spot, and people were already lined up, each with their own craving to satisfy. I joined the queue and waited patiently for about 20 minutes, my stomach rumbling in protest. Finally, it was my turn. I paid, got my plate of beans packed in a nylon bag, and turned to leave, already imagining the satisfaction of that first bite.

But life had other ideas. As I took my first few steps, I felt a shift in my hands. Before I could react, the nylon tore. In slow motion, I watched as my food crashed to the ground, beans splattering everywhere. My heart sank. The smell of freshly cooked beans surrounded me, but I was left empty-handed.

I stood there for a moment, crushed, feeling the weight of disappointment. I looked up at the seller, half-expecting her to be angry or dismissive. Instead, though she wasn’t exactly happy, she sighed and gave a small nod of understanding. These kinds of things can happen to anyone. She handed me another plate, and though it wasn’t free, her understanding was everything.

This time, I held onto that nylon like my life depended on it.