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Reveal Unto Me My Maiden

And it was an idle day Sunday. I had just returned from church, and had subsequently attacked a large bowl of rice. 
Full of life, I lifted up my voice to heaven saying "Father, thank you for the rice. I am grateful. You know, you know whats good for me. My heart is weary and I am tired of school. Reveal now unto me the maiden which you have destined as the better half of me as my inheritance that I may go and lay my claims. School is such a drag, the earth is fertile, the land is green and the rains have come. Farming appeals to me more. I and the maiden which you shall give unto me shall till the earth and live upon the abundance thereof. We shall multiply and fill the earth, for out of my loins shall emerge seven sons and seven daughters, and my daughters shall be the fairest in the land. My sons shall be great warriors and shall be of great might after their father. 

Reveal, unto me the maiden for my hut is built and my compound is ready. The fast paced life of modernism has worn me out, cancer and heart disease abounds hither and thither. I would love to go rural, my maiden and I shall feed from the fresh fruits of the land devoid of all corruption, with a flock of sheep for companionship. 

Where ever she may be reveal her unto me, Amen". 

Then I took my phone and went for a walk.

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