Johnel
Bio
Step into the imaginative realm of my mind, a writer whose existence is tightly intertwined with the flourishing landscapes of their own mind. From an early age, I discovered the comfort and solace of residing within .
Stories (9/0)
The refugee
My name is Samuel Aziz l was born, but l know not about my parents and my country. All l know is my lot in life was as brittle as Jenga pieces, l fought to get one meal per day if it was a good day. l have seen my friends fall into drugs and killing just to survive, here your life is as strong as your luck and as fleeting as your hope. The promise of going to a new country and starting a new life keeps us going, at some point dreams are the only food we fed on for some nights until we had ravage in bins for lefts overs. We had become immune to diseases not because of any medical help but because any sickness is death to us so our body became strong from our will to survive. I closed my eyes to see conjured fantasies the future l dreamt about only to be awoken by someone fighting or escaping the police. This was my life for a time, one day we heard people were crossing the border to other countries to start a new life and we made a goal to save enough to reach that goal. So we stopped cars to wash them and took cash that had been dropped under the street code number 2: finders, keepers. The streets to its occupants have in own system and laws, you would do well to follow them. After a year of careful preparation, we were ready to go, unaware of the dangers that we would face, hope had rejuvenated us but blinded us as well. We set on our way eager to arrive at the country that would change our lives and our future, but the truth was to come in time. When we arrived at the border, since we were entering without any papers, we had to go through a river that separated us from our goal. Deep as it was we entered anyway, no turning back became our insignia to fuel our intent. The harshness of waves pushes with great pressure and we were almost throne adrift but years of bathing in dams had given us the skills to navigate the river, and so we did until we reached the end of the river. We had finally made it, we began to set towards the nearby city new Weaverville and by near meant 100 km away. So it took about 10 days to get there since we had little food and constantly got tired.
By Johnel3 years ago in Motivation
The songbird and the warrior.
I hardly fly well,"l was born with one wing too short".l cannot sing but l am songbird, constantly ridiculed by my peers, to them l am freak. Our family travels to battlefields to sing songs to dying warriors to guide their souls to rest.l am afraid of blood, but l go to please my family and onlookers. This life is but l cage l cannot leave, things expected of me l have to do. My future was to take over my family's legacy and continue the tradition, a future l dreaded.
By Johnel3 years ago in Motivation
The running shame
G One thing far more worse to me than my fear of snakes was fear of crowds. l was born with a nuclear level of fear of snakes and crowds and every time was near the two my body would shake with fear and soon after a moment of mental blankness. I don't know maybe it was the sudden glances of eyes for the crowds or how a single snake bite can kill a man that created these phobias. Anyway, l was still at a young age at the time, and my Zimbabwean family liked to travel around visiting tourist spots as a bonding experience for the whole family.
By Johnel3 years ago in Confessions
Life choices
This story l was told by major Andrew Yang .A old story he once told me after a few drinks.They once was a small boy who like many people had no direction in life, so he just followed what everyone was doing just to fit in .One day his father suggested he join the army and serve the country, "this was great because lost people find direction when they do things bigger than themselves his father said".This made the the boy very happy.What was his name l asked, the major responded " the boy shall remain nameless", "ok". Then a few months went by then he enrolled into the army.This part of his life was full of soul breaking training , day in and day out.The training seemed to get tougher every time and the whole body would be in agony, this went on for years with few missions along the way, slowly climbing the ladder and status.After all the pain he reeped what he had sowed, and became a senior major officer leading a few maned crew into special missions.All seemed to fall in place and he had finally found a calling that was noble.He even was awarded many medals of honor for being very good at missions and saving countless lives.
By Johnel3 years ago in Confessions
