#Everyday Inspiration, Day Fourteen: Recreate a Single Day

Day Fourteen: Recreate a Single Day

I woke up at 7Am. Prepared for Wudu(ablution) washed my face, hands, arms, head, and feet. These are the things we have to do to prepare us to pray.

It took about twenty-five minutes to pray.It’s the first prayer of the day. It’s called Fajr (arabic).

After completing my prayer I dressed up to do my morning exercise. It took me about twelve minutes.

Yesterday I was unable to complete day thirteen prompt. I finished writing a few minutes ago.

I spent almost two hours to complete it. I have published it. It’s 9:36 AM, I will go to the kitchen to have my breakfast.

I finished eating breakfast. I managed to prepare, eat and wash the dishes in thirty-five minutes.

Now I’m free to continue with , Day Fourteen prompt, ‘Recreate a Single Day.’

So far I’ve Satisfied my hunger. Now it’s time to keep writing day fourteen prompt. I find it amazing how we become conscious of using our time wisely. Every second, minute, hours counts in Life’s Clock.

The Life’s Clock is before me. ‘The clock of life is wound but once, no man has the power. To tell just where the hands will stop, At late or early hour. The present only is our own, live, love, toil with a will-Place no faith in “tomorrow”-for the clock may then be still.’

Wonderful words, the name of the author is unknown.

My back refuses to co-operate with me, it’s literally telling me to stop, or else it’ll be a painful day.

Thank you, y’all readers for putting up with my jargon

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#Everyday Inspiration, Day Thirteen: Play With Word Count

Day Thirteen: Play With Word Count

The story of a garbage cart

Today I will write about a unique experience I had with a Garbage Cart. For almost a year I noticed everyone on my street had one, which was provided by our city.

Why didn’t I get one I wondered. I called the city phone number. A woman picked up, I asked her why I did not get a garbage cart. Everyone on my street has one, why am I left out?

She connected me to the person, who apparently looks after this problem. I spoke to him. He told me, ‘Perhaps it was delivered in the wrong house. Ask your neighbour if they mistakenly delivered in his house.’

I was given a number of the cart. I went to my neighbour’s house to inquire about the mysterious cart, that may have landed on his drive way.

My neighbour welcomed me, I told him what the manager of the city told me. He went down to his basement to check the second cart he was given, checked the numbers. But the numbers I gave him did not match with the one he had. He is a gentleman, he offered to give it to me. anyway. I declined.

I came back to my house, called the manager. He was nice to talk to, but did not to agree to give me a cart. Somehow it was my fault that I didn’t get it. That to give me a second one; I must pay for it.

My argument, it was the city’s fault, and I will not pay for it. I told him, ‘even if it is not that expensive, I refuse to pay for it.’

Having no excuse, he connected me to another colleague of his. It was a woman. She, like the other guy tried to tell me, that their workers had delivered one for each house. It’s too bad, mine landed somewhere else. I did not give up, then she connected me to another guy.

He repeated the same reason why I have to pay. I was adamant, I will not budge.

All three realized after their stupid reason, they cannot convince me. The first guy called and told me. They’ve found the cart, it magically appeared in another house.

When he went to retrieve it, he found the cover was missing and there was raw garbage in the said cart. He realized he couldn’t give me this dirty cart. He finally provided me with a new one.

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