100 Days With Mr Romero

CHICAGO:

Emma had been writing a lot lately. Writing constituted one of her hobbies and she cherished it because it gave her the liberty to create characters and manipulate fate. As a teenager, she would write poems and fictions and Pearl her mother always loved her writings. She stopped writing few years ago and would blame her schedule. Now that she had moved to Chicago and was leading a new life, she had been writing whenever she got the chance. As she lay of her bed thinking of words that will rhyme, she decided to read out the content to herself. She loves reading out loud to herself as her content take the first person in narration and it was almost as if she was speaking to herself. She was writing a poem and she titled it ‘YOU DON’T NEED ANY MOTIVATION. ‘ She began reading it out loud to herself.

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Do you need to be reminded of how prominent success is to your career?

Do you need to be lectured on the concept of personal growth and self motivation?

Do you need to be told to activate precautionary measures towards inevitable calamities?

Must you be triggered to embrace the call to Spiritual awakening and devotion?

You need no motivation.

No one owes you anything.

You don’t have to be told to desist from life draining ventures.

You need no awakening from the dangers creeping to haunt your infant dreams.

You don’t need to be told to fight with all you have to get what you should have.

You need no seer to prophesy to you about the dynamic nature of people and society.

You need no motivation.

No one owes you any damn anything.

Set the stage. Walk the pace.

Defer the norms. Eliminate the stereotypes.

Motivate yourself to metamorphose your dreams to reality.

Believing in motivation and being the motivation is not the same. The difference is results.

No one owes you any damn thing.

Be your own MOTIVATION.

Suddenly, her door bell rang interrupting her beautiful narration. Who could that be? She wondered. It was definitely not Ellie because Ellie was having her shift at the bar that moment. Was it the delivery guy? She had ordered a pizza earlier. She reluctantly pulled the door open and was shocked to see Sam standing at her door with a bouquet of flowers. She instantly recalled their previous encounter, how he shunned her in public. He can’t disgrace her before a crowd and come here at her place like a gentleman clinging to the bouquet and so she tried to shut the door at his face but Sam quickly held the door preventing her from slamming it. She left him standing outside and went to her sofa. “Can I come in? ” he pleaded.

“What do you want? ” she retorted with anger in her voice.

“Can I please come in? ” he requested again and after noticing he was insistent, she invited him. He came in and she noticed his hair is rough and he looks kind of moody.

“Your place is great. ” he told her looking around her small but comfortable apartment. She had two sofas, a table at the center, a wardrobe squeezing itself by the corner and a comfy bed occupying a larger space. The kitchen and bathroom were beside. “it’s a small place. ” she told Sam showing him the other empty sofa indicating he could sit. “Small and comfortable. ” he replied still clinging to his flowers. “What can I offer you? ” she asked. “No i’m actually good. ” he replied. “I remember dropping you here the other day after dinner so I decided to come and see you. You weren’t at the bar today. ” He said. “Today is my day off. ” she said pulling the hand of her sweater. “Are You okay? ” Emma asked Sam who looked restless and his eyes seemed sore. “I think I am fine. ” he replied. “Well I don’t know you for long but I can bet you are not fine Sam. ” maintained Emma.

“I am deeply sorry for my actions these past days. I was kinda. ” he began rubbing his sore eyes then moved to adjust his rough hair. “What’s the matter Sam? ” asked a concerned Emma. “Nothing serious. ” he told her lowering his eyes. The Sam she recently met wore his confidence like a garment and would always stare directly into her eyes while speaking. She knew something was wrong. “You are not Okay Sam. ” she said. “You either tell me what’s the matter with you or leave with your apology. ” she added. “Fine I’ll tell you. ” he said.This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

“Few days back. ” he began finally looking at her. “I got a call from my baby sister. She was crying over the phone. ” narrated Sam. So I hurried home and met my dad assaulting my mom. ” he said while Emma held her mouth. “Seeing blood gushing out from her lips, I wasn’t thinking so I grabbed a spatula and landed it on his head and… ” he was quiet and was cleaning his eyes with his handkerchief. He was beginning to sob and at that moment Emma didn’t really know what to do. “Hope he is not dead. ” she asked. “He is in a hospital. ” he replied. “By the way these are for you. ” he said standing up. He went closer to Emma and presented the flowers. She took it and before she could realize, he pulled her head and kissed her lips.