I found these seedling, they were pretty tiny. I planted it,
watered and nurtured it while I watched it grow slowly and gracefully into a
flourishing and beautiful plant with lot of beautiful flowers around the stem.
My flowers grew and flourished...they were so beautiful and
eyed by all. Every one – even strangers
wanted to have a feel of it as they walked past my garden.
The beauty of my flowers was so irresistible that even I was
trapped in love for them; that I decided to guard them lest people come to
pluck them off.
“Lady, could you please sell some of your flowers to me?”
many people said often and at all these time, I had declined saying, “My
flowers are still very tender and growing. I still need to nurture them some
more.”
I nurtured, watered and watched my flowers spread out in
beauty and glory until one morning, I woke up and my flowers were gone - All of
it!
Someone had plucked them all off from its stem and rendered
my once beautiful garden gloomy, as people passed by shaking their heads in
pity.
Some consoled while I wept bitterly, others rallied round to
find my missing flowers as I wait helplessly hoping for the return of my
flowers and justice perhaps...
Its 100 days today, my flowers are yet to be found.
Bring back my FLOWERS – BRING BACK OUR GIRLS!
Michelle Obama |
Wow! Intriguing and captivating.
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