My Random Stories

(Accularated Website) This is probably a cliché, and you may be bored out of your eyes to read another story about hard work. We have had it many times that hard work pays. However, today I am going to be looking at how long or how much hours of hard work you need to do to be successful. The Beatles. One of the most successful rock bands of their time. The 1960s saw them blossom into a worldwide phenomenon that everybody knows and I love. I can’t remember when I last heard their songs, but I know they revolutionized British rock. Did you know that two years before the time they made their breakthrough nobody heard of them in their home country? How did they do it? If you read many of their biographies and autobiographies, you will find that they started off by playing shows in Hamburg. They played a total of 270 nights, 8 hours a day. That is more than 2160 hours in over one and a half years. This is excluding band practice time. In total they could have done more than 1...

(The Wandering Shepherd Website) (The following story is based on real events) It was a Saturday night and I had just met up with my friends over a cup of coffee to discuss “Guy Issues” (Yes, men do talk about “Guy Issues”. It’s a thing). Luckily, my mom had let me borrow her car, so I could stay late. The coffee shop closed up, we parted ways and I was on my way home. While I was still in the middle of town, I took a wrong turn. Apparently, one is not allowed to turn on that street, but seeing how late it was, you would not think there was any harm. Of course, as you may have already guessed, there was a police officer waiting. He had set a sweet trap like the Venus fly trap, and it was time to cash in the prize. For those who know me intimately, you know I am an actor. This night I was going to put my best performance. I regretted not having a camera that would have been the best film I have ever starred in. He stops me. I stop. He approaches my car, and asks me ...

At the prison cells the fighting continues, until one police officer guarding them, made a threat. The next day they were in court to answer to charges of assault and disturbing the peace. The son got his chance at the podium to defend himself. “Your  honour , I am tired. I am tired of this man. He just came home from prison and instead of reconciling with us, he has just been causing havoc and giving us stress. Every weekend he is drinking, bringing over relatives, or going to relatives’ houses or forcing us to do whatever he wants. We have been doing as he has been saying in the hopes that maybe he will change, but he has gotten worse and worse. My siblings are developing depression thanks to him. They are being forced to do what they are not comfortable with. It has been ten years, we have developed friendships, we have school, we have a social life, and we are planning our futures, so we fail to understand the reason why someone would try to take that from us.” ...

Life continued, never skipping a moment. The man was left to himself while everybody else did what they would normally do. Until one day things turned. “I want us to go to our ‘home’.” “Well you can go on your own.” “You have to come with me.” “Why should I?” “You are my first son and it is your duty to know and own our home.” “Actually it is not. If memory serves me right, I can move from my father’s homestead and build my own.” “As long as you are living under my roof you have to do what I say.” “Really? What gives you the right to come back here after ten years and tell me what to do? I am no longer the child you used to bully.” “Both of you stop it.” “Mom, please keep out of this. Ever since this beast came here, he has continued drinking, exactly what landed him in prison. He has just been frustrating us with these trips home and visiting his relatives, as if we have nothing better to do.” “Excuse me, what did you just call me?” ...

(Disclaimer: This is a fictional story that highlights the fact that we need to support people who are trying to reform themselves, especially if they are family.) They all thought it was safe. To do whatever they wanted. To live happy. However they never knew what awaited them. This family of six had one of their members leave. He was arrested for a domestic violence charge and sentenced to 10 years in jail. He used to terrorize them and make their lives a living hell. When he was whisked away they were relieved. They never visited him. They wanted to forget him, but he was coming back. It was his home after all and they could do nothing to chase him away. The eldest son had completed his studies and had decided to start on his masters. The second born was starting campus life, while the last two were beginning high school. The wife had grown as a business woman and was able to support the family. The last ten years had gone by so fast, now… Nobody actually care...

(Uptown Magazine Website) “Listen, I WANT MY MONEY!!!” “What do you mean you want your money?” “Look, I went to check my account and your money has not arrived yet. You promised you would finish the transaction as soon as you got the document.” “Yes I did. I sent you the money. Go and check it.” “I have already checked it. I am even checking it on my phone right now. I cannot see any money deposited.” “You are lying. I sent you the money to the account you gave to me. I don’t know what you are talking about. Look again.” “You have got to be kidding me. I took a risk and stole that document from my boss and now I have no money in my account. We had a deal.” “Yes we had a deal and I fulfilled my part, just as you did. Are you trying to get more money from me?” “No. I am not trying to get more money from you. I want the money you owe me.” “I don’t owe you money. I already sent what I owe you.” “This is no longer funny. My colleagues and I are...

(Bully Fanon website) It is quite a shame that Alliance has to be in the news for the wrong reasons. Usually they are in it, shouting and praising the form fours who had left the previous year for the ‘ A ’ s they brought to the school. To some it is a new phenomenon that students are beating students, but to me it is not. I went to a so called ‘ bush ’ high school. It is however famous in the part of the county it hails from. Here, beating of students by fellow students was a common thing during my time. It was almost routine. To make it worse, once you were beaten by the prefects they took you to the teachers who also beat you. Of course they were not using sticks only to beat their fellow students, but anything they found. Those who were forwarded to the teachers were usually those who had resisted the beating. The teachers also found out that sticks were ineffective and felt the need to use their fists to correct the errors of the student. I am not writing th...