United States: Part two
I am still in the state of shock. The cop is still in the car. The car is parked on my right. It is a she. She seems not to notice me. I am now sure that I am not her business. I don’t want to look at her directly. So I afford a side-look. The edges of my eyes are sometimes acute. I have a vision like that of an eagle particularly when it comes to some beauties.
She walks out of her car. She is communicating on a radio. And at the same time she is texting on her IPhone. For a second I close my eyes and thank God for her beauty. I just don’t want to describe her blue eyes, I just won’t mention nothing about her black hair locked in her hat. She got a good weight. I am playing innocent here. I am avoiding mentioning the weight of some places. She got them. Not so big. Not so small. They are perfect and fit for her. In short she is an epitome of an ideal beauty, a replica of beauty per se. outside her beauty is a mere phenomenon, or even void. She is not mine. She belongs to God. He must have created her after he had a heavy breakfast. Gosh, she also belongs to some men out there. I am not one of them. That’s not fair.
I am good. I am safe. I better proceed with my journey. I have lost 5 minutes. As I drive back from the Hotel I notice an Agricultural Centre. They have some exhibitions. That’s none of my business anyway. I merge to interstate 64 West or Interstate 87 in the future. I keep the speed limit. I am now a good boy. I promise myself that I will avoid trouble. I take exit 464 for interstate95 S toward Fayetteville. I rehearse my address again. I am talking to myself in the car. At some points am laughing. I am so hilarious. I lie to myself again. My psychology teacher taught me the art of dealing with tension and being nervous. She advised me to look myself at the mirror and address myself. If you do this twice or thrice you naturally gather some courage. To nurture my eloquence she advised me to record my voice and listen to it twice.
The Highway is busy. All cars are passing me. My driving instructor told me to keep and maintain the pace of the traffic. This is what am doing. I am keeping the pace at 80 miles. At least we are many. I am getting tired. But with God’s grace I make it to this Maximum Correctional Facility. I am trying to avoid the name of the institution. You don’t have to know. How many times do I have to tell you to stop being nosy? I am at the parking lot. I see many buses. On them is written “Department of Public Safety.’’ I am 40 minutes earlier. The facility is big. Cameras are all over. There is a strong barbed wire fence surrounding the facility. I notice two white trucks moving around the perimeter to keep vigil. Again I remind myself that I am the guest speaker. I am motivated by the check (cheque) I am to receive. It’s a three digit cheque. I wish it was mine. It belongs to this group of volunteers. I am one of them, Gosh I have been a volunteer my entire life. ( TO BE CONTINUED)
She walks out of her car. She is communicating on a radio. And at the same time she is texting on her IPhone. For a second I close my eyes and thank God for her beauty. I just don’t want to describe her blue eyes, I just won’t mention nothing about her black hair locked in her hat. She got a good weight. I am playing innocent here. I am avoiding mentioning the weight of some places. She got them. Not so big. Not so small. They are perfect and fit for her. In short she is an epitome of an ideal beauty, a replica of beauty per se. outside her beauty is a mere phenomenon, or even void. She is not mine. She belongs to God. He must have created her after he had a heavy breakfast. Gosh, she also belongs to some men out there. I am not one of them. That’s not fair.
I am good. I am safe. I better proceed with my journey. I have lost 5 minutes. As I drive back from the Hotel I notice an Agricultural Centre. They have some exhibitions. That’s none of my business anyway. I merge to interstate 64 West or Interstate 87 in the future. I keep the speed limit. I am now a good boy. I promise myself that I will avoid trouble. I take exit 464 for interstate95 S toward Fayetteville. I rehearse my address again. I am talking to myself in the car. At some points am laughing. I am so hilarious. I lie to myself again. My psychology teacher taught me the art of dealing with tension and being nervous. She advised me to look myself at the mirror and address myself. If you do this twice or thrice you naturally gather some courage. To nurture my eloquence she advised me to record my voice and listen to it twice.
The Highway is busy. All cars are passing me. My driving instructor told me to keep and maintain the pace of the traffic. This is what am doing. I am keeping the pace at 80 miles. At least we are many. I am getting tired. But with God’s grace I make it to this Maximum Correctional Facility. I am trying to avoid the name of the institution. You don’t have to know. How many times do I have to tell you to stop being nosy? I am at the parking lot. I see many buses. On them is written “Department of Public Safety.’’ I am 40 minutes earlier. The facility is big. Cameras are all over. There is a strong barbed wire fence surrounding the facility. I notice two white trucks moving around the perimeter to keep vigil. Again I remind myself that I am the guest speaker. I am motivated by the check (cheque) I am to receive. It’s a three digit cheque. I wish it was mine. It belongs to this group of volunteers. I am one of them, Gosh I have been a volunteer my entire life. ( TO BE CONTINUED)
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