Francis Munyao's Composition

It was on a Monday when I went after I had being chin up in work that day at school.I finished the mountain of homework then I went to shower.I threw myself in the bed.I was in the arms of the morpheus. No sooner had I slept than I started dreaming.I woke up at the crack of dawn. I thanked God. I prayed Him to take care of me in my journey to UK that day. I jumped out of my cosy swivel bed and walked out. Birds were blending sweet melodious songs. Vividly, the huge orange sun was majestically rising from the eastern horizon like a mono-eyed giant.

I entered the kitchen and prepared breakfast. The morning was chilly and the strong gust of wind blew strongly.I went to shower,then back to my bedroom.I made myself spick and span. My mother saw me neat,I padded the hoof to the bus-stop.I arrived in the nick of time. I boarded a bus. The driver drove at a breakneck speed. After five kilometers, the bus run out of petrol. We had to stay there for two hours.

I decided to use a shortcut.I followed a foot path through a thick forest. As i walked, I came a cross a shabbily dressed man. He was very frightening. He armed to teeth. I was first chicken-hearted. My hair stood on its ends and my heart beat beyond measure. He ordered me to make no step. I pulled my up short. My legs shook like branches on a feeble twig.

Francis Munyao