Tajudeen
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Tajudeen
He sat stumped in his wheelchair in the corner of the room, watching, watching with his face lowered as if he was hiding from his prey, unnoticed by those around him.
He appears to be waiting to pounce , to be as swish as a bird who watches in wait for their target, their prey, Tajudeen was a grabber, who uses his twisted disabled right hand, which gives others a false appearance of no movement and unusable.
It’s a weapon of his that he tactfully uses to grab as quick as your eyes could brink, he held his head up, as swish as his hand could reach, he grabbed the drumstick from a woman’s plate as she walked pass in a rather day dreaming way without a care in the world, Tajudeen had observed her, being so unaware, wrap in herself, seemly in a dreamful lingering world of her own.
Quickly showing innocence to her surroundings, not knowing what had happened, she screams frightfully, Tajudeen gleefully laughs and wolfs down the drumstick, which he had swiped. He then retained back into a false figure of himself. Putting his hand back by his side, bending his head back into his shoulders, he discreetly continues to eat away at the drumstick. He held it gaudily with his left hand, as he disposed of it quickly. Before the eyes of those around him could brink and see what he had taken from the plate that lingered pass him.
Tajudeen
13thOctober 2009
By Greta Adedeji
He sat stumped in his wheelchair in the corner of the room, watching, watching with his face lowered as if he was hiding from his prey, unnoticed by those around him.
He appears to be waiting to pounce , to be as swish as a bird who watches in wait for their target, their prey, Tajudeen was a grabber, who uses his twisted disabled right hand, which gives others a false appearance of no movement and unusable.
It’s a weapon of his that he tactfully uses to grab as quick as your eyes could brink, he held his head up, as swish as his hand could reach, he grabbed the drumstick from a woman’s plate as she walked pass in a rather day dreaming way without a care in the world, Tajudeen had observed her, being so unaware, wrap in herself, seemly in a dreamful lingering world of her own.
Quickly showing innocence to her surroundings, not knowing what had happened, she screams frightfully, Tajudeen gleefully laughs and wolfs down the drumstick, which he had swiped. He then retained back into a false figure of himself. Putting his hand back by his side, bending his head back into his shoulders, he discreetly continues to eat away at the drumstick. He held it gaudily with his left hand, as he disposed of it quickly. Before the eyes of those around him could brink and see what he had taken from the plate that lingered pass him.
Tajudeen
13thOctober 2009
By Greta Adedeji