A Trip to the world of Fantasy With James INA's :Filani Daniel

Welcome to this week on a " trip to the world of fantasy " with James Inas.
As usual how was your weekend hope you made the best out of it?.
Over the week I was privileged to host an academic event in my department in school. It was more of an orientation and sensitisation of what philosophy actually is, and its place in all disciplines as well as its value to humanity. In the course of this lecture some other side attractions went down. And in a closing remark given by a lecturer I respect so much, he said " ...do not take whatever you do for granted, because you don't know the effect or the result it might produce". This was the major lesson for me that day. You might as well keep this in mind as you do whatever you do.

And back to you the business of the day, because of the AJUMA series I have not being able to feature other peoples piece. Today I will featuring an excerpt from a writer I respect so much for his subtlety in creating raged atmospheres of suspense. A writer by the name, FILANI DANIEL.

UNTRUE
©FILANI DANIEL

With a haze of tiredness, she looked at the time below her monitor, it
was 8:28pm. She closed the spreadsheet application and shut down the
system. She finished her coffee, loosened her hair from the tight ponytail and headed for the parking loot. She had just gone through a hard day, but hard days were her specialty.
Elsa takes pride for being the first lady to have ever occupy her position. No doubt, she is damn tough. She punched the button, there was a click, the door  opened and she step into the elevator humming her favorite song 'party in U.S.A'. Her head shook with a little wriggle of her narrow shoulders, she danced. A sound came from below but she ignored. The fur brused through her toes, she tapped her leg and continued humming. Her pen fell, she bent to pick and then she saw it - the monster, her nightmare. Cold panic made her froze -"its scary in USA." Her heart beat in an unrhymed sequence, throbbing loud. She couldn't
breath, she stepped back but there was no way out, claustrophobia hit
her. She could hear her life coach telling her "inner peace," but she
could gather none. Her face turned red, pained. Was this the demon sent
to drag her to hell. She could see her mother in her pussycat glasses
telling her "face your fear," but danger you are not prepare for could
tear you into pieces, cold panic turned to hysteria, tears streamed down her eyes. Geese pimples filled her skin, her eye widen with fear. The creature sniffle softly, her stomach churned in hatred, nausea tore her soul apart. She felt like screaming, this was no time for her regular soft and firm voice, she screamed. The elevator vibrated, her voice echoed, and cracked ,dots of perspiration formed round her neck and drizzled down.
 The door clicked open. The rat stared for a second picked the peanut and ran across the parking loot.

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