Lifes' files

"They have hoped for life’s good gains...have found as old men find. And now they bow their heads like drenched men from the rains'', wrote Armattoe. As a kid, progressed to a naughty, each time I thought I had become wiser than before. Maybe I was right. Mum would beat the mistakes I was content to make out of me. Though the blunders I could make only served as a platform to aggravate my inner fears, I was most certain of the extent the retribution would go; I would cry my tears dry, shout my temples hoarse or rub my limbs sore...but mum just wouldn't listen. Even when I swore the world over in the name of begging for clemency. Thanks to her whips, today I live with the notion that with each venture I am on I accept the outcome no matter what may. Grandma would talk of tales that were captivating and worth listening to. She wouldn't cease even when every other cousin had fallen asleep by the warmth of the embers and her delivery reduced to some superfluous m...

And at the umpteenth time,we last fell victims of a ref manhattan and callous enough to put us as bait in a yet would be uniteds' hook. His name Mark Clattenburg. Our hopes of getting back into our winning ways dimmed and plummeted when two cards saw two away in a span of five minutes to ease the way for united and to the relish of its fans. The blues put up a strong fight-to the tether.Then it happened again.This time Mark allowing an offside goal from Chicharito. Undoubtedly,the win was lame and far from just. You should have seen how their fanatics danced and jeered.I'd acquire a tremor of annoyance then.Conversely,I already had my clefts ready but rather disdainfully.I cursed Mark to damnation.Then I imagined what could become of united if the latter quit.They'd struggle off in the league.Facile simple. I have since stifled a yawn.No hard feelings though.United won.Unfairly.Cheers united for the win.Cheers for the glamor,fame and hoary. But wait....