The Canada Goslings, Lilly and Scooter, A Lesson Learned by Patricia A. Thorpe.
The Canada Goslings by Patricia A. Thorpe is a very cute children’s picture book. The book has a very cute story of two Canadian Geese, Maude and Arnold, who fly to Lake Kristine in Wisconsin to lay her eggs. After the eggs hatch and as the goslings learn to fly, one has trouble learning. This book teaches young children not to give up, to keep trying. It teaches children that through perseverance they can accomplish their goals. The illustrations are bright and young children will love to look at them as someone reads them the story. I very highly recommend this book. What a wonderful gift it would make for a little one.
The Wrong Side of the Badge is another absolutely great thriller by Marshall Ginevan featuring Eddie Donevant and his wife Elaine. In this installment, Eddie is in prison having been framed for a murder. When he gets released he joins a team to go after the crooked guards and cops and a judge who is bringing illegal drugs into the U.S.. Elaine even proves she isn’t a meek little wife when she goes after the one who is paid to kill her. Love that part. So get a copy of The Wrong Side of the Badge for another thrilling installment of the Eddie Donevant Thrillers and enjoy. I absolutely recommend this book.
A Child’s Guide to Wisdom is a very unique book on teaching a small child how to be a smart, compassionate person. This is a great book for all parents of young children. It also teaches good manners and not to be rude. On each page is a bit of wisdom for the child to learn. A chart is provided on each page to show how many times the child remembers. There is also a small reward chart. I highly recommend this book for parents of small children. This is important especially in this day and age where rudeness and hatred seems to be so acceptable anymore. Christmas is almost here and this would make a lovely gift. I, myself, will be gifting mine to my daughter in law.
For far too long women have been put by the wayside in their importance in humanity. This book tells us of the highly important role that women had in Biblical times when their rights were nonexistent. This is an excellent book to read by oneself or in a book club or Bible Study. Rev. Dr. Bonnie ring emphasizes the importance and compassion Jesus placed on women. They showed their faith in Him and how much they believed. It tells of Jesus’ mother Mary and what she would have gone through with the pregnancy of Jesus. It tells us that no matter who we are or where we have come from, we matter to Jesus and that He loves us and wants us to have everlasting life. This book tells of other women and their stories. This will touch your heart and show us how much our faith counts. This book is an excellent gift for a friend or even yourself.
Space Rangers is a very unique sci-fi book in that the author is 10 years old. It is about two boys who fall down a sewer hole and land in a Robot City. They are then chosen to fight the enemies. This is a brilliant book and shows that if someone has the will they can put their imagination down on paper and turn it into a book. This is an absolutely great gift for a child you know. They will love reading it since the author is their age. I absolutely love it and know that Sebastian will have a great career as an author ahead of him!
Life is really a grand festival
With different shades and colours
In different stages and occasions
In stillness and in silence
ln motion and in noice
It is a season of celebration,
A celebration of the breath of our existence
It makes us free our mind to find the liberation
We have to celebrate it with full swing
And in every walks of our life to go higher
Until it becomes impossible to bring us down
All you need to enjoy this world, is imagination
Celebration is an act of expressing reverence
Our affection towards all being is the best part
Of celebrating our life blissfully
Celebration is an act of impressing someone residing in us
Love oneself is the best method of celebrating
Our life and then the world will love us
Each day renders us a reason to celebrate
Either a birth or a death awaiting us to celebrate
Celebrate stillness and silence alike
There are moments of joy and sorrow
Both we should celebrate in a grand manner
Don’t hesitate to cry when your sorrow over flows
Celebrate with tears when you are break down and
Transform your weeping into the highest form of joy
Don’t hesitate to laugh when it comes the moments of rejoice
Celebration is truly a confrontation, giving attention
To the transcendent meaning of one’s action
Yes, life is a celebration!
Hero number one
He has no official status or designation as hero
But it is the highest honour he deserved
Since the World recognized him as a hero
Heroes are not created out of a fiction
They are born out of circumstances
And rise to the occasion when their spirit
Can no longer coexist with the hypocrisy
Of injustice to his fellow beings
Being a hero means ignoring how silly he feels he is
A true hero is not only a brave individual,
But he dares to be different; and never go astray
To follow trends but creates new paths and walks alone
His secret of happiness lies in his freedom
And the secret of his freedom lies in his Courage
He is courageous, doing what all afraid to do
There can be no courage unless you’re scared
He is used to leading this hard life!
He is a hero who is afraid to run away
God gives the hardest battles to his strongest soldier
Perseverance is the act of a true hero
He feels profoundly alone, cut off, unattractive…
His dirty outlook makes others to punch on his face
While he is helpless to show his beautiful soul
Aware of his singleness in his own destiny
While familiar with his final destination
And sometimes he feels like a soldier
Who can survive without love and care!
As a true soldier he knows nothing but war,
He for lack of an enemy, attacks himself
His battle is for true love and care
Men are poor soldiers in love’s war
And love is an endless war they always fail
Leader console the World with his vision
Hero console the world with his mission
He is free from greed and can do selfless services
Sometimes a hero is unbelievably good for so many
But terribly bad for someone else
The true hero isn’t the one, who is right,
But the one who steps forward to take the blame;
Whether he deserves or not;
And willing to apologize to save a relationship
The real hero is he, who is forgotten,
Forsaken and remain the nameless one,
In the history of time but his heroic death
Declares that how glorious he was!!!
Christmas Time! is a collection of short stories that reflects the mood of the season-Christmas-as it affects the lives of people who have its worth appreciated. From children to young adults, it mirrors, in the form of stories, the ordeals people go through to observe the yuletide but the encouragement they get, the courage they summon, the inspiration and the motivation they receive leave footprints of happy endings-celebrating the season in delight.
“A Christmas to Remember” tells a story of a certain couple, Frances and Sean, whose over-the-years Christmas celebration routine was cut short by the inability of Ron, Sean long-time friend , to pay back his debt as at the time stipulated. His whereabouts weren’t known and this subsequently brought hopelessness to Sean (though he had some ‘belief’ that something would happen) until the eleventh hour miracle…barely two hours before Christmas-the 25th day of December. His twin daughters witnessed it!
Chapter two shows the sudden end of a relationship that existed between Sandra and Grace when a Skater, disabled in physique, hit Sandra on their way coming home from the shopping mall, after the purchase of their favorite cloth- The Grant’s Designer’s Blouse. This was seven days to Christmas. Grace’s sudden departure from Sandra’s life paved way for James, the skater, whose life experienced a meaning…seven days to Christmas. It continued afterwards…
Chapter Three’s “I Love Christmas” portrays the boy-in-a-man figure in Mr. Ted whose ‘boy-child’ manner was inspired by the statement his five-year-old son, Grant, made, ‘I Love Christmas’. The way Mr. Ted and his wife celebrated Christmas as their son had fun with his peers, was a scene to behold!
“Your Christmas View” is a play depicting how the long-held ‘tradition’ (yearly hosting of the event-twenty four hours before Christmas and whose venues were held at their various apartments) of meeting of Yates and friends not only ensured the proper view of Christmas to readers or listeners but enabled he and his wife, Michelle, to be in the ‘business’ of putting to proper perspective the view of Christmas in the life of their twelve –year-old daughter, Jasmine using what we recorded the last time the event was hosted- ‘Your Christmas View Hosted by Yates’.
The feel of sensuality in the stories harmonizing with their “messaging” undertones, and the unveiling of the article: “Christmas: Recognizing its true worth” birth…Christmas Time!
Merry Christmas!
Chapter One
A Christmas to Remember
Sean and Frances have been happily married and living in Oakland for close to twelve years. Their union produced a set of two lovely female twins-Tania and Juliana. A successful contemporary entrepreneur for years, Sean has always ensured that needs of the family are met. Frances, on the other hand, is a compliment of her husband. A caring housewife and an excellent store keeper, the total well-being of every member of the house has never fall off her shoulders, since her marriage to Sean and she has been a great asset to her manager for the past five years. Tania, Sean’s look-alike, is the very jovial, yet down-to-earth type while Juliana, Frances’ carbon copy, is rather reserved and would always chose to be alone, though related with her sister and parents.
Though both liberal in general, Sean and his wife have painstakingly nurtured their lovely twin daughters, since the age of three, to learn how to stay calm in the midst of life’s troubles and appreciate whatever that is given to them, regardless of size. This would come in handy in the future.
The best of Sean and Frances had always been shown during the Christmas period. This had been a tradition for almost eight years: To them, Christmas preparation typically begins on Dec 1 of that year. All the paraphernalia of Christmas-Mistletoe, hampers, the Christmas interior and exterior decorators, the Christmas tree, Christmas lights, songs and Cheeses, Bunnies and a countless list would occupy their entire Oakland duplex. They would ensure her daughters’ room had Christmas treatments-children versions of what was in their bedroom and living room. From December 23, countdown to the Christmas celebration would be alarmed. It was as comparable to the Track and Field drive-‘On your mark…,’ ‘Get Ready…,’ ‘Go! ‘
As with Sean and Frances, Tania and Juliana have so grown up with this orientation and gotten used to tradition that Dec. 1 is when Christmas begins. Celebrating the festive season with the rest of the neighborhood at the Oakland City Square to see the Santa Claus, have fun, play with the ‘Mary-go-round’ facility at the Oakland Amusement Park was what Sean, Frances. Tania and Juliana were fond of doing. Visiting Santa Claus at the Park would start from Dec. 18 all through to Jan.3.
At some point, however, they were confronted by a chronic turbulence that almost shut down completely their yuletide bliss…
Sean’s success attracted Ron, a friend and colleague of twenty years. He would always come to celebrate Christmas with Sean and his family. Through the years, “Ron” as Frances once observed, “has now become part of the family”. But a time came when he needed the assistance of Sean. Ron requested that Sean borrowed him a sum of $120,000 to execute a business plan in Young Island and promised to pay five months later with an interest rate amounting to 55%! He requested for this loan February 3 and assured his bosom friend updates every two weeks. On grounds of trust and after discussing it with Frances, Sean took the risk by lending the money to him.
What he thought would epitomize a ground-breaking business feat became tantamount to his insolvency! Two weeks later, Sean had nothing from Ron! Two months later, he still didn’t hear anything! Before he could bleak his eyes, eleven months have gone buy…Ron’s whereabouts in Young Island wasn’t known! Sean had to close down his fast-growing T and T communication business to face the harsh reality he dreaded-poverty
From the period that chronic turbulence began, Frances had been the one shouldering the entire responsibility of the family. She would be the one to pay for their daughters’ tuition fees, utility bills, other miscellaneous expenses, and even Sean’s daily up-keep. They both endured through life’s thick and thin, complemented with the understanding of Tania and Juliana. Though they had cause to exchange words at each other, the strength of love between them kept the home in one peace.
Unlike Sean and Frances, all through from Dec 1 to Dec 22, nothing happened. In fact, their Oakland building had been a residing graveyard. Life was taken away. Absolute silence had its way. Yet, they still endured until the countdown periods came Frances, Tania and Juliana couldn’t stomach the pain any longer…
Dec. 23, At their Oakland Residence…
Time: 9:00AM
At the living room, Sean was with his daughters getting set for breakfast while Frances was in the kitchen to dish out the plates of Swiss cheese, fried chicken and Hamburger
“Dad, this is two days to Christmas…I haven’t seen any Christmas decoration in the house. We haven’t been seen Santa Claus! We haven’t heard fun like our friends and neighbors! Why?” Asked Tania, with a worry on her face.
“Sweetheart, dad is going through some issues right now. But we’ll celebrate this Christmas. I assure you, Tania”
Sean was looking sobbed. His sudden mood change didn’t catch Tania’s attention as she charged towards the kitchen to assist her mom. But Juliana knew something wasn’t right.
“Dad, tell me what’s wrong? You were looking happy before now…but you’re keeping a pale face…”
“Oh! My princess”, Sean replied, pretending all was well, “it’s just that dad is beginning to see life from a different perspective. Remember what I used to you and Tania…”
“Hmmm…Yes! ‘No matter the situation in life, always stay calm!’” Juliana answered in burst of enthusiasm.
“That’s good of you, Juliana. Remember how we celebrated Christmas last year? It was great and worth remembering. We had fun all the way, you know. But something really happened this year…It’s something that’s difficult to explain!”
“Why so difficult?” She asked out of curiosity.
Sean calmed the storm arising from Juliana’s wanting to know. “Baby, don’t worry about it. The bottom line is we’ll celebrate this Christmas like never before.”
Again, Juliana asked, “You’ve not answered my question, dad!”
Sean saw the ‘I-am-serious-to-know-what-happened’ look on her face but decided to tell her a tip of the iceberg.
“Okay…The resources are not available at the moment. But be rest assured, we’ll have the greatest Christmas fiesta! All I want from you now Is your confidence. We’ll be fine this Christmas. Have I ever disappointed you before?”
“No Dad”
Tania and Frances joined them at the dining table. With the food all dished out, they all began breakfast. It was at this time Sean said: “Juliana, Tania and Frances, Christmas celebration is not necessarily having fun with Santa Claus at the amusement park, playing with friends and neighbors and singing Christmas songs…It’s about knowing one thing…you’re the reason for the season! Tania, this Christmas celebration is made possible because of you! Juliana, we’ll be celebrating Christmas at a time as this because of YOU! Honey, Christmas celebration is blissful because of you. Bottom line is…we’re all the reason for the season, neither Santa nor the amusement park!!! Without us in the picture, there won’t be Christmas. But guess what? We will celebrate this one big time! You can eat your food”
The atmosphere of life lifted the dying hopes of Tania and Frances. Juliana was strong in her belief that Christmas will be celebrated. After breakfast, they both left the house to the Oakland Playground, several miles away from the Oakland Amusement Park, to have fun with their peers-neighbors and friends-as they usually do, while Sean was with his wife in the house, appreciating the essence of their union. The Oakland Playground management ensured that none of the kids present returned home on an empty stomach by serving each and everyone of them lunch and ‘take-away’ foods-cookies, French fries and canned milk. It was late in the evening the duo of Tania and Juliana came home. It wasn’t long enough that they retired to bed.
All through the night, Christmas songs filled the entire building as Sean took out time to search get tapes of recorded Christmas songs in his room with Frances.
Surprisingly, Sean had no idea of how this year’s Christmas celebration would be: there was nothing that looked like a glimmer of hope of celebrating the season-Money yet to be recovered from Ron whose whereabouts were unknown and how ‘realistically’ untrue his assurances were to his twin daughters who wouldn’t want to discover the liar in their father.
However, he kept his hopes alive. Sean wasn’t alone in this. Frances, all along shouldering the weight of responsibilities of the family, was on hand to always assure him of that which he was confident of –celebrating Christmas with the rest of the Oakland Neighbors.
“Honey, you’ve always been the one that would say to me, ‘there is light at the end of every tunnel’ I know you…You’re really not confident as you ought to be. Yes, I know the mistake has been made…But guess what Sean? We’re all in this together. I’m happy we have a set of understanding daughters—Tania…Juliana. For over ten months, I’ve been carrying the whole family. Have I ever complained? It’s because I’ve always loved you, I love you and will continue to love you all my life…So, be of good cheer, Sean! They say, ‘two good heads are better than one’. With yours and mine fixing our beliefs together to making this year’s celebration a reality, it will happen, even though it’s less than 2 days before Christmas…”
Sean was consoled. On the bed where the both laid, she cuddled him and was able to wipe away the tears he tried shedding.
“I’m the happiest man in the world. An understanding wife and a set of two pearls—Tania and Juliana—all believing in me! Baby, I’m grateful! All through the years I’ve known you, you’ve never let me down; matter of fact, you’ve turned my world around for the better…God blessed the day I found you…”
Honey, its 2:00AM! Let’s take a rest with a knowing that something great within the next twenty four hours would take place…Christmas celebration this year is a strong possibility. I’m having the feeling…”
“You’re right, Frances. I agree with you hook, line and sinker. Let’s rest…”
They both slept on each other’s arms to the early morning hours of 7: 30AM.
Two Hours Later, Dec. 24…
Christmas songs permeated every part of the house. Christmas themes as Jingle Bell, We Wish A Merry Christmas, Joy To The World and Noel were heard. Unlike yesterday, everywhere was booming with life, though there was no single Christmas decoration.
Tania and Juliana were done with breakfast and as usual, went off to play. Sean and Frances were in the house hoping, looking from all cardinals of the earth-north, south, east and west-for that miracle to make this year’s celebration a Christmas to remember.
1:00PM
“Honey, we don’t have to panic. We have to keep a positive outlook…Because a positive mindset produces a positive thought field and like a signal, it emits itself to the universe. The universe, you know, reflection of our being, sends to us what we attract-the right people, events and places. So, let’s go inside the bedroom as we observe our siesta, have fun with each other with the mindset or knowing that before tomorrow comes, we’ll have all that we require for this year’s celebration.”
“I agree with you, my love”, Frances said, hugging him passionately. She couldn’t just wait for them to go to bed! Eventually, the deed was done…
At about 9:58PM, when Tania and Juliana had long retired to bed and fell asleep, Sean and Frances were on the brink of losing out on hope when they heard a rather strange knock on their living room’s door, the entrance and exit points of the house. Meanwhile, the Christmas songs were being played; although very slowly because of the time.
“Sean, I could hear someone knocking on our door”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, Sean”
Sean switched off the audio player to confirm Frances’ claim. He heard the knock again.
“Sweetie, go get the door”
“Okay”
Frances went get the door as Sean sat on the Master Size Sofa looking on. To their bewilderment, it was Ron! They realized that he didn’t just come alone: he came in the company of other men, ready to decorate the house with the best of up-to-date interior and exterior Christmas decorations.
“I can’t believe my eyes! This is Ron!”
Sean jumped out of his sitting position and hurriedly charged towards Ron, hugging him.
“Where have you been?”
“Man”, Ron replied, as the men dressed like the Santa Claus stared at them, “It’s quite a long story. Do you mind them coming in?”
“Of course…guys come in!”
The men positioned properly all the exterior decorations at the building’s front yard and took the interior decorations with them.
“Gentlemen, please do have your seats”, Sean requested, as excitement took complete control of him. “Frances, Serve them a glass of water…at least, you must all have something!”
Sean knew that all was settled. After they had been served each a glass of water, He didn’t waste much time to begin a discussion with Ron. Frances gladly took her seat at the dining room area to hear them discuss and observing all the decorations the men came with.
“Ron, how you’re doing? I tried looking for you all over the place, even in Long Island, but never thought you could disappear into thin air just like that”
“First, I’d say I’m sorry for what really happened. I thought the business would yield its anticipated success but my partners wanted to swindle me. But with my informants working for them, I was able to ensure that all went well. This came with a price, Sean…I had to live the comfort of my home and family and travel to Falk Island, where the business was later taking place. For the next ten months, I ensured everything went on as planned. Fortunately, everything went on as planned!”
“Woohoo!” Sean exclaimed. “This is incredible! This is a great feat!”
Frances couldn’t help but to express her tear-joy mood and the rest of the men, seven of them in number nodded their heads in happiness, chuckling at different intervals.
“Sean if you don’t mind, we would like you and your lovely wife to give us the permission to decorate the interior and exterior part of this house…”
“It’s fine by me! Frances, what do you think?”
“Honey, let them go head!”
“You have our words, Ron…Go ahead!”
Alright! Men, work starts now!”
For the next two hours, decorations were in progress-the interior and exterior parts of the building. All manner of Christmas lights, candles, bunnies, Christmas trees, toy versions of the Horses’ Rides, Amusement Park and others were all put in place. Sean and Frances, together with Ron saw to completion the decoration process.
“Merry Christmas” Ron said, shaking hands with Sean as Frances looks in awe at the building’s back yard. “All is finished! My men are done with the decoration… You, know Ron, we have to our leave.
“What can I say? It’s what words can’t explain…Frances, don’t you think we need to wake Tania and Juliana up from sleep? This is Christmas! This is a dream come true!”
“Yeah! You’re right!”
“Hurry up! Wake them now!”
Frances went climbed the staircase to wake her twin daughters in their rooms. Seeing that Frances had gone into the house, Ron took out something from his all-round jacket pocket a sealed envelope.
“Sean, I know I’ve been a disappointment to you these past few months and I know how much I’ve caused you and your family…”
“Never mind, Ron. It’s all happened in the past. Our concerns are today and tomorrow”
At this point, Sean was looking forward to what would in that envelope.
“I promised to make it all up to you…This is an envelope I specially sealed for your eyes only. Please, do me the favor of opening it.”
“Alright”
Sean opened the envelope and saw in it a check of one million dollars! Sean couldn’t believe his eyes.
“You must be kidding me!!! A check of one million dollars?!!! This can’t be true!!!”
“Shh! Hey, let no one hear this. You may tell Frances later. Once again, Merry Christmas to you and accept my apology… My manager is on ground for you to cash it anytime from now.”
“Wish you the same…Apologies accepted…Thank You…This wonderful…Exciting! I think you should be on our way to the bank. But let me message my wife…Hmmm…what do I say now… Yeah…Ron, call one of your men…the one you trust most. They are all at the front yard while we are here. Just would like him to tell my wife where I’ve gone to…the bank”
“But I’ve told you not to…”
“Don’t bother yourself” Sean interrupted, “Call that trusted man for me…”
“If you say so, no problem.”
Ron ran to call one of his workers but surprisingly saw Frances with her excited Tania and Juliana advancing towards him. As he halted, seeing that Frances and her daughter were standing opposite to him, he said: “Your husband and I are going to the bank right about now…There is an urgent call from my bank manager. See you later….”
“Let’s go together” She suggested.
“It’s not a bad idea”
It wasn’t long Ron, Sean, Frances, Juliana and the seven men drove off and hit the Oakland City Bank. As the cash was withdrawn, Frances and his family had to part ways with Ron and his men.
Three hours later, the Christmas celebration was heated up in the house like never before. No eyes went dim all through. It was fun all the way. Each and every member of the family couldn’t just wait for the breaking of the day…To catch the fun they thought they have for this year’s Christmas. Their building’s decorations were sights to behold: it was the most decorated in the whole Oakland!
From Dec.25 through to Jan.3, the following year, Christmas celebration filled their mouths and touched all fibers of their being.
At about 4:00PM at the Oakland Amusement Park, Sean said to Frances, as they observed their daughters having fun with other kids, “This is a Christmas to remember…the power of collective belief brought us this far… Yes, our countdown didn’t go as we expected but everything happened for a reason”
Copies of the book, ‘The Success Story’ are showcased in the living room. There are the first ordered one thousand copies, courtesy of the advanced payment money. Sales of copies of the book are ongoing. Dwellers from the same Gat Street are trooping into the house to purchase copies of the book.
At home, Andrew, Jane and the author himself, Greg, are on hand to monitor sales as neighbours come into their residence to order copies of the book. Mr and Mrs Smith are not left out. They are assisting in the sales of the work by ensuring the gate and the entrance to the Living Room is opened between the hours of 8:30AM to 8: 30PM from Mondays through Fridays. Copies of the books are rested on two wooden tables located just steps away from the gate, where Andrew is supervising and the one positioned at the door side of the Living Room, supervised by Jane. They are arranged in such a way that movements of book buyers, in and out of the apartment, will not be hindered. Each table has five hundred copies. The hundred free copies rests on the Center Table and it is only given out to family members, close friends, associates and well-wishers.
Andrew and Jane are to earn a commission of ten percent off the total sales for the week and have for free three copies of the book each, for a start. Greg reserves for himself ten copies, gives his mom and dad a total of eight copies, four each. Greg is left with eighty six copies of the book lying on the Center Table. Greg is moving around to ensure no interruption in flow of movement of people by his book and Jane and Andrew are doing what they are told. Mr and Mrs Smith, each having a copy of the book, are reading it.
Though there is the influx of interested book buyers coming in, three people, Mrs Smith is typically gazing at, entering the Living Room through the gate,appear familiar. One, a male, is the youngest and tallest. The other two appears to be his parents. The young man is at the middle. Mrs Smith drops the book she is reading on the Center Table to approach them closely. Mr Smith is concentrated in the reading of the book and does not have any faintest idea of what is going on. Greg holds a copy of The Success Story book in admiration and keeps it alongside the resting-on-the-Center-Table copies. His gaze is not in the same direction as his mom’s.
Mrs Smith realizes they are the duo of Mr and Mrs Daniels. The older female leave the older and the youngest males to charge towards Mrs Smith. They hug each other passionately.
Mrs Smith (looks at her properly): Mrs Daniels, is this you?
Mrs Daniels (identifies): Yes, I am. Full flesh and blood
She showcases her feminine physique to Mrs Smith.
Mrs Smith (comments): You never change from your old girlish ways
Mrs Daniels: I’m the girl about town, anytime!
Mrs Smith wants to confirm they are—whom she came with. The older one is taking his time to stylishly walk towards them. The youngest sights Greg and smiles, as he walks about the same pace with the older
Mrs Smith: Is that old man not your husband? Mr Daniels?
Mrs Daniels: Yes
Mrs Smith: Long Time, no see long time no hear
Mrs Daniels (laughs): It’s been donkey years. It’s been ages!
Mrs Smith yells the name of her husband, tells them—-the identified older one, Mr Daniels and the youngest to hasten up. She creates attention as every Tom, Dick and Harry in the building, including Greg, Jane and Andrew stand still to find out what’s going on. Greg has not seen his long-time-no-see friend, the young man, Harp. Harp has seen him but takes his time to suspiciously tip-toe his way from the door’s entrance to where Greg is.
Mr Smith (screams in excitement): Mr Smith, come and see our august visitor!!! Mr Daniels, why not hasten up and join us?
Mr Daniels hasten up and meets them at the Living Room few steps away from where the second wooden table is positioned. Mr Smith does same. Harp makes it to where Greg is sited—the long sofa, now reading his book. Harp watches his ‘’long time, no see’’ read his written book. He takes a copy and begins the reading, in hopes that Greg call his attention in surprise.
Mr Smith shakes hands with Mr Daniels. They hug each other. The women, Mrs Smith and Mrs Daniels accompany each other to the dining table to talk their talk—The Women Talk
Mr Smith (notices changes in Mr Daniels): How time flies! You used to be very chubby, young and sweet. But now, you’re ageing gracefully
Mr Daniels (admits): You man, how it is…Stress. Why won’t I age when I have chains of business to run and all that… And you know, women
Mr Smith: You need not to tell me
Mr Daniels: It’s really been a while, Smith. How is life?
Mr Smith: Trying to make ends meet
Mr Daniels (looks at his casual dress): Hmmm… I see
Mr Smith: I thought I wouldn’t hear from you again.
Mr Daniels: It’s not what it is, Smith. It’s just that the time for, you know, all that…
Mr Smith: All that what? I’m listening…
Mr Daniels: Never mind
Mr Smith: I guess something brought you here…
Mr Daniels: Yes, in a way
Mr Smith: No wonder they say ‘Success has many fathers, and draws family from afar but failure is an orphan’’. Now I see
Mr Daniels: You said it!
Mr Smith: Let’s make ourselves comfortable! We can talk more on this and other stuff.
Mr Daniels: Ok
They both head to take seats on the sofas, facing Greg and Harp who are sitting on the longest sofa. Sales are ongoing. Mr Smith and Mr Daniels are discussing issues but quietly to avoid by heard by Greg and Harp.Greg is about to stand up to stretch is body a bit when he sees a surprise, just staring at him but holding a copy of his book In his hand…Harp
Greg (shouts in utter disbelief): Who am I seeing? Is this Harp?
Harp (dressed in all black suit): Yes…This is Harp!
They shake and hug each other
Greg: Why didn’t you pay me a visit for once in the past three years?
Harp: I’m sorry. School issues and other things—like dad’s businesses
Greg: And you didn’t take a time-out to see me for three good years…You’re funny!
Harp: I told you I’m sorry
Greg (accepts his apology): You’re still my very good friend, no matter what!
Harp: You name is everywhere in school, libraries, media houses…Been to places and I’ve heard your name mentioned.
Greg: Thanks to the publicity and media coverage by my publisher, Creative Publishing Press
Harp: That’s good to know!
Greg: It’s been a three-year journey. Wished you were coming to visit me all these while…
Harp (feeling guilty): I know, Greg. I ought. However, I will make it all up to you.
Greg: Okay. By now, you should be done with school…I, for now, haven’t kept in touch with Dr Tim Yale
Harp (corrects): Prof Tim Yale
Greg: I see. Like I mentioned, I haven’t kept in touch with him except for the recent book signing at the school’s Main Library. It was an impromptu call from my publisher to do it there. Though Dr, oh sorry, Prof Tim was there, I didn’t even get to contact you. Look at me! Students from other departments bought copies of my book and I had some autographed.
Harp: You see… you were at fault. In fact, the last time you communicated with me was over the phone. But you didn’t give me details on what went down behind the letter of release…
Greg (admits): Yes, that’s another flaw. I agree with you. I felt it was a long story…What was important to me was the fact that I’ve been granted a release letter.
Harp: Hmmm…
Greg (Ponders): That reminds me…I’ve been thinking on the inside of me and I’m voicing it out: ‘’how did Harp locate this place? Without his locating this place, his parents wouldn’t know’’
Harp (Laughs): You’re funny man. Do remember when you scribbled your address at the ME Lecture Room?
Greg (closes his eyes as he remembers): Ahhh….Yes!
Harp: You get it now, Right?
Greg: I see
Harp: I need not to be explained to because your success is self-explanatory. My parents are here because I had to force them to come. They are one set of business people I’ve ever seen! Workaholics!
Greg: With the chains of businesses you dad has, uneasy lies the head that wears the crown. That’s all I have to say.
Harp: In the next fifteen minutes or so, we’ll be out of here. Dad wants us to move to Burke County for a business deal. He’s using me as s front because I finally finished as the overall best graduating student. And based on my qualification as a trained mechanical engineer, he wants to secure the deal.
Greg: I understand. But I wished you stayed a bit longer. Business has to be attended to.
Harp: Thanks for your understanding!
Greg: Alright. Let’s read. I know you weren’t concentrating on the book you held in your hand. You wanted catch me unawares. You did. But let’s read…
Harp: You said it! I agree, let me read…More seriously
Greg chuckles as Harp takes the copy from the table to read. Mr Smith and Mr Daniel are seen exchanging contacts and business cards as they discuss. Their audibility is below the hearing reach of Greg and Harp, Mrs Smith and Mrs Daniels.This is ongoing for the next sixteen minutes. Books are being sold in twos, threes, fours, to neighbours and other buyers by Jane and Andrew. Mr Danielsstands up, shakes Mr Smith, alerts his observant wife and son, ‘’it’s time to leave for the deal’’. He checks his gold-coated Rolex wrist-watch. Harp takes his standing position and is being joined by Mrs Daniels. They meet at the Center Table area. Mrs Smith is still sited, as is her husband. But Greg is upstanding, side by side Harp.
Mr Daniels makes an informal closing speech to the hearing of the trooping-in book buyers. Majority of them are listening to what he is saying, though purchasing, but Andrew and Jane are in the business of sales of the book’s copies.
Mr Daniels (audible): It’s a great time being here. I’m happy that we’re all together again after a long time of absence.Success, they say, draws many family members from far and wide but failure keeps them at armslenght. It is with great joy to see Greg attaining this height of success. He’s a specially gifted young man. But the show of maturity this young man exhibited, in terms of giving up what he was excellent at to face his dream in a time as ours is something worth applauding. Now, I know success isn’t cheap…It comes with a price! Greg, congratulations on this great feat of yours. More powers, more grease to your elbows of aspirations in the future! I wish I had the time in the world to stay all day with you—this is a great family. Unfortunately, time is not our friend. My very good friend, since our schooling days at the University of Berth, is aware of this—or at least—-I told him how very pressing my schedules have been. I want to believe my wife has told his the same thing. Harp, I believe, would have told Greg the same. We have discussed at length—Mr Smith and me. The old memories are rekindled once again!
Of course, by we have discussed, I know better his current family as does he mine. Andrew, Jane and the big man himself, Greg…You’re making dad and mom proud!
As we take our leave, we want to support this celebrated young man, Greg, with a cheque of 80, 000 Talars
Mr Daniels hands over the cheque from his wife to Greg. Everyone under the sound of his voice clap hands. The ‘wow’ reaction is expressed obviously on the faces of Andrew and Jane as they take a look at the presentation of the cheque to their brother.
Mr Daniels (concludes):Twenty friends can be together in the same place for twenty years. But their coming together after over twenty years is indeed The Success Story.
Thanks for listening.
The trio of Mr and Mrs Daniels and Harp are leaving the Living Room. Applauses from people present at the time of his informal closing-speech presentation trail them. Greg accompanies them. He presents 18 copies of the book to them for free—-seven copies each to Mr and Mrs Daniels and four to Harp. Mr and Mrs Smith wave their hands to Jane and Andrew. They responded the same way.
Mr and Mrs Smith finally wave the ‘bye, bye’ sign at Mr and Mrs Daniels, together with Harp, at the gate. They wave back in a heartfelt way, and left…
THE END.
*Barrister Frank is not able to make it because he informed Mr Smith of an impending case he has to handle prior to the day of Greg’s ‘’at-home’’ book event.
EPILOGUE
The Publishing Company is making huge profits off the sales of Greg’s book, just a month after publication. People are massively ordering copies of the book. Young, middle aged and elderly people, organizations, mega bookstores, all ministries within Perth and outside the city are all ordering en masse copies of the 105-page book. Greg’s royalty promises to be very colossal. The company is currently scheduling various speaking arrangements, book signings, and TV and radio interviews for Greg outside Perth. The book has sold in the last four months over 300,000 copies. And still counting!
The University of Perth is currently strategizing on working out for the first time in its history the College of Creative Writing for students who intends to make writing as their career. Greg has just en conferred an honorary Doctorate Degree by the university with the intention of making him the first Creative Writing lecturer
Creative Publishing Press is working on publishing the other nine works by Greg, considering the success of The Success Story. Never Too Late and Dare to Come Back are the first two works of his undergoing production.
Barrister Frank is currently dating Pamela Jong, secretary, Creative Publishing Press, in secret.
Greg is currently in a serious relationship with Sandra Brooks, the younger sister to the publisher
The running of Mr Daniels chains of businesses falls is Harp’s responsibility.
The Smiths are regular visitors to the Daniels (vice versa)
Greg makes Jane his personal assistant. She’s through with her studies.
Andrew is working with Pearl Management Services, a company situated in the heart of Perth. The Daniels are looking at incorporating him in their business network.
Life is a succession of lessons which must be lived to be understood, our greatest weakness lies in giving up, but the most certain way to succeed is always to try just one more time.
Don’t stop trying, the future might be brighter.
Have a great day and a blessed week
E. Saunders
“after a few laps
we find ourselves wondering
why we race at all”
– anonymous, for Chris
#1 (Mother’s Day)
god, what was the name of that girl
I brought back to the office last night
I guess these sunglasses are mine to keep then
useless today but essential nonetheless
a traveling salesman artificially awake
a town I’ve never seen the rain an added effect
futile attempt supermarket bouquet in disarray
umbrella gone awry shivering & seated
in a church where they served me
good black decaf from the rectory
and the music they played upstairs
was loud and fast
a kind stranger said he’d wake me before
the train arrived and I believed him
a luxury though sleep
sandwiched between two
one singing Spanish hymns
the other spitting cherry pits into her palm
almost rhythmically
the elements delay commuters
distressing headlines serve as my protector
politically ambient yet I feel
lost in the weeds so to speak
instead sketching out the failed itineraries
of the vaguest days & editing irrational loves
for my submission to be the writer-in-residence
of the fast food district where
here at Wendy’s the chili
is still warm and benevolent
and when did they get hip to the stylings of Nick Lowe and New Order
while everyone I know is busy resisting themselves
to dust on feeds for all to see
ambivalent apparatus I still hate to even have
my picture taken I get that from my mother
among other things
her life lived offline
she may never see this
but she should know that
I do miss her cooking
when the rains fall hardest
#2 (Despicable me) “You are now listening to Whole Foods Radio.”
“I can’t dance. I can’t talk.” Would you like to try? To live & die by the organic olive bar,
distributing all-natural sugar-free release.
We sample & sample, but are reluctant to buy.
Mindless motions & scripted answers,
Yes, you can really taste the apples. free to craft sinister thoughts targeting nameless cashiers, soundtracked by the hits of late nite infomercials.
-Huh? Who said that?-
Rattled & rattling, the train towards home,
fixated on a small child speaking more
of I guess Chinese(?)
at the age of 4 than I will ever know.
Little fucker.
-What is going on here?-
Resentful, I want to punch the Hasidic man
seated across from me.
WAIT! Hear me out.
Let’s not jump to conclusions here.
You really should’ve seen this guy’s wife.
-Stop it, whoever you are!-
Stumbling through to my transfer, the angle of
my trajectory shows what looks to be
a set of conjoined twins singing R&B.
Some strange excitement envelops me.
Imagine the disappointment
washing over me to see
that they merely bought the same
ill colored sweater for this stupid act. Bitches.
-Please. I’m asking nicely.-
Home at last,
a bedsheet hung shoddily on the wall.
Workshopping pseudonyms,
scribbled Sharpie crossed-out, circled, starred.
The karaoke host calls for me by tonight’s name.
Sleepwalk through Margaritaville
(or something like that),
better to focus on the task at hand:
What is the most effective way
to throw myself through
that window and walk away
a transformed man,
the exorcism complete.
#3 ($1 Long Island Iced Teas, all month long at Applebees!) “While performing the duties of this job, the associate is regularly required to use hands to finger, handle, or feel; reach with hands and arms; stoop, kneel, crouch, or crawl; and talk or hear.”
the rain waited up for me,
& knew my train schedule home.
Shelter found in hell’s half acre.
Cash in your passion for the irony
of suburban discount cocktails
& reading closed captioning.
Failing at policing myself,
leave a 20 unknowingly
if only to catch my train,
demonstration gear in hand.
Only after my ticket punched
did I notice, my lazy nervous
sideways glances,
each gaze surrounding me set to screens.
I knew then, it to be, I wasn’t alone
on that sinking ship.
Naked, save our devices.
(supplemental readings upon request)
Binging on the grisly details
of small town murders and Top Chef.
Freshly posted baby pics in blur,
career opportunities.
Proximity-based dating apps
on speeding trains,
all the more reason
to revisit towns passed by.
Jessica, 32
3.5 miles away “I wish to be the cornerstone for a cowboy and guard love from harm with him.
Must love curves.”
Distance is seen through rate and time
but never forget to account for
the variable: who’s doing the measuring.
Judging profiles, it struck me, looking around,
that I simply cannot comprehend
the magnitude of complexities
in the human form.
More of you there where here I have less.
How do you do that with your tongue,
that “r” thing?
And so on,
reductio ad absurdum.
Set down your romance novel and ask yourself:
have you ever entertained the idea of
the Pope donning Levi’s,
or, say, Bob Dylan taking a shower?
Give it a shot, if only to distract yourself.
Sunset cuts through the manhattan mountains
Swipe right or left?
I looked again at a binary question
I hadn’t considered in so long.
Don’t you know, babe,
I’ve got a special notification set up
for you.
#4 (5′ 1″)
it’s not her fault really
throwing out the toothbrush left behind
she speaks I think it’s russian
comes by once a month
how could she have known
unsteady weightless
i need to get some air
sidewalk closed use pedestrian walkway
feeling stuck like birds in grand central
overslept if at all
waking up in shoes I didn’t leave wearing
front door ajar keys tbd
suburban bound new haven line
dim the screen swiping through
forensics they’ve estimated
the height of christ and I’m sure we all
look at ourselves how does one
process something like that
it appears i tried to pay someone last night
via venmo for tHe waay we uss ed to be
transaction denied
trash
weekly scan google my name + obituary
no relevant results
try it for yourself
curious there were four for hers
that’s a new way of looking at this
none of them were her of course
there’s still a possibility anything could happen
a delusion carried with me like the toothbrush
in my luggage fished from the trash
google search dental practices old judea
next stop mamaroneck.
Fuck.
I Really Hate you Christopher..
Jessica <pqa5r@aws.amazonaws.com>
To me.
Hey…I really hate you Christopher and u know why is that
just Don’t tell me u are the wrong person i know that u are Christopher Nold…
Sent from my iPhone.
