No After Drama But Rather Trauma

Karl, an 18year old boy, was just up from bed. He had overslept, probably dreaming too much about a party he was to attend with a friend called James. He was late for work and was in a haste to make sure his boss did not fire him. He did his chores and bid his parents farewell. Karl went to the bus terminal in optimism to get a Legon ''Trotro'' to his workplace, ''Pills and Tabs'', a pharmaceutical shop. Upon arriving, his boss scolded him and cautioned him never to turn up late again or face the music. The day was tiring but exciting with a lot of customers trooping in and out to purchase some drugs. At the close of the day, he called James to notify him about the party and that he would meet him at his house so the could go together. It was about five o'clock in the evening ; he rushed home, and in no time he was ready in his party clothes. Karl then went to James' house and they set out happily for the party with great expectations.
It was a great event with lots of fun; enough to eat and drink, great music to dance to and of course; a lot of beautiful ladies around. They enjoyed themselves thoroughly. Around three the next morning, the party ended. Karl and James came out of the club with broad smiles written on their faces. Karl then remembered he had to go to work in a few hours time. He had been so engrossed in the party that he had simply forgotten about work. The went to the street-side, hoping to get a taxi home, but their efforts proved futile. A car could rarely be seen on the street so early in the morning. Eventually, they had to walk; the streets were so quiet and lonesome.They could only hear the sound of their breath: now that's how tranquil the place was. They walked on and on till the got to Achimota, a few kilometers from where the party had taken place.
They continued to walk on, when suddenly a group of men approached them from a dark corner near an uncompleted building. They were six in number and had cutlasses. ''Hey, you two: stop there,'' bellowed one of them, who apparently was the leader.
Karl and James were tremendously petrified, as if the world had finally come to an end. They were filled with much terror. They did as the man said and stopped dead in their walk. ''Bring out all your valuable possessions and put them on the floor; do so without any hesitation or face the consequences'', the man said, as he slowly raised and let down his cutlass. Karl and James placed their hands in their pockets and , as if they were going to take out something, telepathically they both turned away and took to their heels. The gang chased the boys as fast as they could. Karl was faster than James, who could not keep up to pace. Unfortunately, he got caught but Karl kept on running until he got to a corner where he negotiated a bend.
From there, he watched on as the mean brutally assaulted James, demanding for money. He had none, and was beaten some more. He suffered several cutlass wounds. The men ran away as James bled profusely. Karl, upon seeing the men flee, rushed to the scene. When he saw the state of his friend, his heart jumped into his throat. He felt so bad for abandoning him. What treachery! Karl went near the road to stop a taxi. Luckily for him, he got one; James was then rushed to the Achimota hospital but unfortunately he was pronounced dead upon arrival.
Karl left the hospital in a very traumatic state. He was thinking of how to break the news to James' folk. After a while of contemplation, he eventually mustered courage to tell them. They obviously cried a lot to the extent that Karl thought they were going to die from tears.
Karl lost his job the next day. His boss wouldn't hear him out, even after narrating the previous day's unfortunate happenings. So Karl lost his buddy and his job. He learnt his lesson, ''NEVER HAVE TOO MUCH FUN WHEN WORK IS AROUND THE CORNER''.

pain

I do not want it but it always comes to me. I avoid it but it seems to be inevitable. I ignore it but its just too conspicuous. I'm so imprisoned by it.
Everyday is filled with it.
Friends deteriorate it by cold-shouldering me. It has a hard grip on me.
It makes ponder and cogitate too
much. It has rendered me melodramatic and friends find me
temperamental. The name of this 'thing' which has an aim to
maim me is,PAIN.

.poem 4

She is drop-dead-gorgeous. The intensity of her beauty drives me to insanity. Getting her heart might be arduous. Her egoism gives me a spasm in my brain with thoughts that between such a woman and i, is a chasm. I think about her all the time. I'm not really sure if it is love. I need help on from above. As she runs through my brain daily, i say to myself. 'I must get you to bring my agitation to a cessation.

poem 2

She is taciturn. Her Silence can burn. Her speech is soul-soothing. She talks less. Her level of silence scares me. Makes me scared to approach her for a conversation. I just know she is a miracle. With her in my life i'll surely reach my pinnacle. Her beauty bamboozles. Her attitude dazzles. I got an inkling she is the right one for me. I want to grow old with this girl. I want to die in her arms. She's got me falling in love. I can't resist her love charms.

poem 1

Amazement rushes through me when i see you. In sickness, you heal me with just a glance. You are ravishing and interesting. My lips crave for your kiss. Your presence fills me with bliss. Your beauty is mind-boggling. Your words are though-provoking.. Getting your heart seems to be a puzzle. Its like hard nuts: so hard to guzzle. You are one mystery i really want to unravel. After all that 'tedious' work i have to go on a relaxation travel.

me

I am just a simple dude who has a dream of becoming a superstar. I believe i have been gifted with a good voice and a way with words to compose great songs and thus i am destined for glory. My moniker is Barima Pages. watch out for me.