Some few weeks ago went with Tom and Richaad, two good friends of mine, to the beach just North of Durban for just a break away from the bussle of campus assignments, test's and lectures - call it a mini-retreat. As I sat down on the shore as the boys went rolling in the deep, I came across a very small shell that was washed off by the salty current just a few minutes ago. In its subtle form there was no words which it would evoke for the next few minutes. There really was nothing for me to say it. I was absolutely confounded to why this beautifully designed lifeless shell remained amongst overwhelming grains of sand, left me expressionless! Given it the opportunity to say some few words, surely it would relay the experiences it had encountered prior to it being washed off the crisp shore. Its contours speak for themselves as there remains faint lyrics embracing the songs it sang from life given to life taken. Its arrest in feeding infallibly was of no great joy to its fickle tissues yet it had to succumb to the what would begin yo manifest greatly the more adventurous it decided to go. Its strong calcium construction was not enough to triumphant against the malicious oceanic world, contrary it had its grains of life maliciously taken away!
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