THE TWIST.
And so i stood standing beside a glass framed door in front of a small shop used as an office divided into two, a reception and my boss’s office. One among hundreds of shops and kiosks in the Tinubu model market but this one had a twist to it. I felt it but i couldn’t figure it out. WHAT? i asked myself, it’s always quiet, i learn a thing or two each day , but anytime i step into this place to begin a new day’s work. I discover something new, i see and also understand myself clearly. What’s the twist?
My mind
Maybe it’s a place brought to you by faith to make you realise what you love doing best
Me
Dreaming?, sometimes i just shutout and imagine myself as a world famous celebrity known by all and loved by all, then flash back to reality where my dream world is more perfect than.
My mind
Yes! i have figured it out , you leave your normal life behind to your dream arena the office.
Me
I go to the office everyday and still don’t get paid but i love being the first to get there to unshackle my keys open the door and sit down doing nothing but just holding a pen and looking down at an empty page of my dairy.
Is there really a twist?
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