CLE ' S CREATIVE WRITING CONTEST
- HONOURABLE MENTIONS -
The three men shouted in excitement as
they raced excitedly towards their prey, We have peeped through the keyhole and
seen a great future for us as a people,
but it was not an animal at all, it was two
strange men that looked like them,
Brighter skins, more delicate clothes.
They seemed to have come from the city,
for what? The man and his sons knew
their town was in danger, two dead city
people in the jungle? They raced back to only if we can open the door of harmony
if we can speak with one voice or
understand the dissenting ones.
Alas, all we need is a key! Not the
banging, not the breaking of the door,
but putting a key in the keyhole and
the clan and told them what they saw.
“We have to leave here and find a new
settlement’’ the man said, everyone
agreed. The man said: “we head west’’.
His sons disagreed. One said east,
another north. The town was divided.
Some clansmen went with the man,
others with each of the sons. That is the
story of how a strong clan became compromise; we understand our
differences and move forwards despite.
In the end, nothing else matters. Not
the lights around us, not the whooshing
cars, not the ambitions we have.
Everything else blurs into oblivion. All
that matters is the key, and the key is
If you think this story is folklore, you
are mistaken; it is not, because today, we
are divided due to differences in
opinions. We stand at the threshold of
ourselves, staring at the shut door of
harmony, banging at it and trying to
force our way through.
IT Magazine / April Issue