GO!
I only practiced my imaginations with my paper, pen and mirror. I had a lot to say, write and act to ME. That Mr. Taiwo suffered in my mind; he fainted because I flogged him. I casted out demons from our CRK teacher! I needed to. What he thought was the Spirit of God in him was a familiar spirit. The teacher I had a soft spot for came to know Jesus. She said, “Here in the love of Christ, I stand.” Her intonation and gesture had the stamina that my pastor taught us to have. I cried while she projected her smile. It stopped flowing: my imaginations. They stopped at the one I had a soft spot for. I tried to make it flow, but they did not. The reverse was usually the case. I wondered what came up. I knew it would come back, it did. When it did, it went round and round, fighting to purge out creativity; creativity to discuss with the teacher I had a soft spot for. I really wanted my imaginations to beat that Mr. Taiwo very well - he had been a bad instructor. Instead, it saw