Friday, 6 December 2013

THE AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF A KING



The story that tore his heart…
It started with “once upon a time”
And ended with “Alas he became king”
He felt so horrible
He tried to hold back tears
But they spilled freely
He couldn’t contain his emotions
A sob turned to a hysterical cry
The piece of paper was getting heavy
It was peacefully absorbing the salty drops
The story tore his heart
The tale broke his heart
It was so true
It carried the truth
But just like quinine
It was hard to swallow
The writer just sat there
Staring at him
Watching his every reaction
The writer was shaken
And then the writer had a strange expression on his face
The writer did not expect such a story
A story from a man who oozed confidence and royalty
The king didn’t realise how difficult it would be
How difficult it would be to read his own story…his true story
This was the story of his life
The story of a little pauper turned king
No one was given the privilege to see him this way
He never let himself get this emotional
He was strong and wise
He was the king of his nation
But this writer had found his weakness
“His story written in ink”
The tears had stopped
But the writer was still in shock
He took a deep breath
He picked his sceptre
Majestically he stood
With a gentle stride
He approached the writer
Fearful yet hopeful he handed the writer the last page
And with shaky hands the writer received the last page of the book
“Print and distribute! Let them know their king!”
With these words he left the room
Leaving the poor writer alone in the auditorium
This was the beginning of the truth
A priceless story of the king’s unfathomable shine
The true story of a great king
The autobiography of a king





By Sylvia Chika
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