Fire Went The Wind

naked they were, with no shame as they walked barefoot upon the soft, luxuriant, green grass.

heistic and agnostic concepts? Surely they would build multiple factories and industries, dress Man and Woman in overalls and get them to work. Such was the curse and greed of man. The curse of civilization. The need for more; a desire that could never be met since each quest to

at the back of the First Years as their decrepit female guide pointed out certain elements, land

n the pockets of his black nylon trousers. His white Puma sandals, sunglasses and white sleeveless t-shi

utomatic sprinklers spurted on lawns from both sides of the path as they approached a hilly point of the road on their journey, the guide’s voice now becoming a low melancholic tune, her pale white fingers continuing to point at monuments like they were at an art exhibit. She was

o years 1932 and downwards stood majestically for all to see and admire. They looked courageous and dar

hey had taken peeks inside the classrooms. Chad had also been impressed by the wooden yet iron coated desks and chairs in the Political Science lecture room. He had taken a long breath of the air in the room. He swore he could smell the National Constitution and seen a vision of him

that Saint University was built off of

r treatment of others. Chad watched her with an impatient eye as she waited for the answer she and probably everyone else already knew the answer to, her chin slightly elevated from her light green crop top, her nearly flat breasts barely tempting any guy

in the university were built by labor acquired from those of African roots, but those that acquired their labor als

ing facilities?’ th

e done, sufficient labor had t

aves to build the monuments alone, the statues, fountains,

d not do it alone,’ countered Mrs. W

h amused and annoyed by this exchange of irrelevant knowledge. “Acquired”, “assisted”…the type of

, Mi

Miss White clapping her hands once and turning to the rest of th

between the smartass and the co