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Tuesday, 19 January 2016


The man staggered through the popular street of Tombia .The Street was teeming with life on this particular was obvious even to the blind that something was astir on this particular night. Despite the unusual hustle and bustle, people managed to avoid the man walking with difficulty. One or two person often stopped in their tracks to examine the figure. The man seemed not to bother at the embarrassing looks from people staring at him. His mind was dead to the world. He trudges along the street with no destination in particular.

He chanced to wipe the blood that was dripping from his forehead with his left hand. His eyes caught a glimpse of the watch on his wrist dashed almost to pieces but working well. He mused to himself as he discovered that it was 11:30pm to midnight. He hissed indignantly but his ears caught the sound of shouting coming from a church not far from his was a cheerful shouting ,one that was filled with joy, happiness and praises. Why the shouting at this odd hour he wondered. The answer came almost immediately. It was December 31st and a cross over service was going on in the church.

For 5 minutes he stood, his eyes leveled at the church building. There was something from the church that was drawing his was awakening his mind. Suddenly he came back to his faculties. A surge of disgust swept over him as he inspected himself. He was a mess, pummeled beyond recognition. He noticed the blood oozing from his nose and forehead. His two cheeks molded like