Efiia House

I was walking slowly. The winding road seemed endless. Trees were standing tall on both sides of the road.

I know neither how I got here in the first place, nor where I was heading. Perhaps my sore feet knew. I continued to walk, accompanied by the loyal moon.

Once in a while, I passed by some people. All of them dressed rather formally, as was I. Some of them nodded at me, smiling. I smiled back at them as a courtesy and continued to walk.

It was rather strange. It felt as if I was in a mysterious race. Maybe it was a race against time; maybe it was a race against those people I walked past just now. As my mind continued to be boggled by numerous questions, a few boys cycled past me. Wait, I knew one of them!

Humongous Bodies

Decided to share one of my emails here.


[A] HUMAN BODY 
  
[1] A human being loses an average of 40 to 100 strands of hair a day.   

[2] A cough releases an explosive charge of air that moves at speeds up to 60mph.   

[3] Every time you lick a stamp, you consume 1/10 of a calorie.   

[4] A fetus acquires fingerprints at the age of three months.   

[5] A sneeze can exceed the speed of 100 mph.   

[6] Every person has a unique tongue print.  

Nowhere (Part 1)

When someone feels like he or she belongs nowhere, is it something to be proud of or to be mourned over?

To be proud of because that person has made his or her own place in this world?

Or to be mourned over because he or she couldn't fit in the large society that dominates this world?

Are we born to grow as a society? If we are, how can we make any difference if we don't feel like we belong to this society? What if solidity is the greatest pleasure that someone could achieve? Will that be a hindrance to the greater good of the community?