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How did this Devil Get into my Bedroom?

              


Please I beg you,if  you are suffering from heart attack, don't dare read this article; Because it will send you to your creator at no time! And because I love and don't want to jeopardize, Ulimbokalize or Osamalize your life, please don't read. However, if  you are of a suicidal type like me, risk and come along with me as we crack our ribs!

In my bedroom , there are two beautiful beds, beautiful like Naomi Campbell herself. One of them is very large enough to host a small virgin elephant! The other one is small and usually my friends use it when they visit me. Folks, it was yesterday when a strong odor hit my nose. I was dead asleep but woke up following such unidentified nose tormenting odor. I opened my poor eyes which at first seemed to protest and sounded like, "you monkey, why don't you shut us up right away, are you not aware that we too are tired and need some sleep?" My friends I had to obey them and went back to sleep.

After a long deep sleep, it was almost midnight when I felt a very cold creature being in contact with one of my precious body parts (which will remain nameless of-course, just for my sake and your sake!). Not knowing what to do I held my right  hand and grabbed such a creature. I clasped it, and in an account of surprise it gave a long pitched lamenting voice, something like jwiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii-eeeeeee, or simply a sound which is made by pigs when delivering. I gripped it as I went to switch on an electric bulb.

I almost jumped out of my skin when my room went on light. In my right hand side was holding a long furious black snake by its head. "What a disaster!?" I exclaimed in between a yell and cry calling Mama Maria the mother of Jesus assisted by two armed angels to come and rescue me. I struggled against it, trying to kill it but it overwhelmed me and escaped out of my hand. The dangerous devil rose above my head, its fierce mouth wide open, aiming at me. Then, I knew that it was going to pour a reasonable amount  of venom on my poor head. I bent quickly, and thank to my personal angel, Mama Maria and the two armed all invisible who were at work, it missed me! The half anaconda as I already had baptized it, poured all the reddish liquid on my three legged table as it hit  it precariously.

My heartbeat went at a very high speed, presumably 120 times per minute. I stood at one age of the room which has now turned to a battlefield, facing my enemy. We looked at each other for a few reasonable minutes the way cocks looks at each other when fighting. Up next, my foe ran towards me. I had no idea of what this reptile was capable of doing, it rose above and landed on my left shoulder and did justice by biting me and poured a good amount of poison on my poor shoulder. I gave a loud cry, a cry similar to a hungry bull of hyena which woke up all the street-men, women, children, and their pets- dogs, cats, donkey and those who kept strange owls were also awake.

Following such a bite I knew that the third world war had broke up, and so I had to retaliate. My response was crazy-like. I jumped blindly, caught the snake, while my eyes tightly closed I started biting the creature by own teeth. As I did the biting I thought if its parents were there could kneel and beg me not to terrorize to death their beloved daughter-snake, good thing the fight was caged, only two of us were fighters and witnesses at the same time. I won, it fell dead!

As I agonized myself, I looked at the door which was wide open, I recalled that didn't close when I went to sleep yesterday. I regretted, since "had I known before I would have closed the door". I was brought here at the hospital for treatment.

                       -End-

For those who are candidates for the incoming Form Six exam, you can use that story as an example of  a narrative composition which I think adheres to a ll important features of a narrative essay. The remarkable features are:
     -The beginning;
     -Middle;
     -Climax and,
     -End
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