From Kanssass to Arkanssass: His Nine Reasons Why

By Kent James Migwi

No living introvert male can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute criticism; even sharks and jellyfish are supposed, by some, to heal.
’52 Hertz Whales’, not sane. Stands by themselves against their ‘hills’ holding depression within; they have stood so for a-few years and might stand a-few more. Within, stress continue upright, regrets meet meanly, insults are firm, and open-talks are harshly shut. Silence lay steadily against the hearts and minds of the ’52 Hertz Whales’, and whenever they walk there, THEY WALK ALONE!

- Kent Meezy -

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kent James Migwi
• Release date: May 14, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005398743

Kent James Migwi

Born and raised in the quiet town of Murang'a, (formerly Townhall Town), Murang'a County, Kenya.A light in-present-scenario author and a firm believer of 'The Paranormal World' existence, but much avoids to let it out much openly sometimes since, "some people will never believe me anyway," his often views. "They'll think am unreasonably insane."Loves cities much, with Illinois' Chicago City being his most favorite of all world's cities.

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FROM KANSSASS TO ARKANSSASS:

HIS NINE REASONS WHY

Kent James Migwi .R.

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ISBN: 97-8100-539-8743

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No living introvert male can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute criticism; even sharks and jellyfish are supposed, by some, to heal. ’52 Hertz Whales’, not sane. Stands by themselves against their ‘hills’ holding depression within; they have stood so for a-few years and might stand a-few more. Within, stress continue upright, regrets meet meanly, insults are firm, and open-talks are harshly shut. Silence lay steadily against the hearts and minds of the ’52 Hertz Whales’, and whenever they walk there, THEY WALK ALONE!

- Kent Meezy -

IN MEMORY OF THE VICTIMS ACROSS THE UNIVERSE

Ever heard of Gustloff?

Sorry?

Gustloff.

No.

"What of Dona Paz?"

Nope.

"And Mont Blanc?"

I haven’t neither.

I can fill a blank space for you for that.

Alright.

Those are the worst maritime disasters ever to happen on earth. In all my lifetime, I always felt like a shipwreck.

Just like those shipwrecks?

Precisely. … How does it feel to be alive? Where I am, it’s so cold. I’m soo cold Shirley.

You miss this world?

No, it never liked me.

Not even a single bit?

It hated me much as if I were a plague. And that’s how death fell in love with me.

Why did it hate you?

I don’t know why it did. I didn’t deserve to be treated indifferently like that. Was also a human being.

Who treated you indifferently?

Majority of them.

You wonna talk about it?

Yes.

In detail? The qualified-gifted clairvoyant Paranormal Investigator enquires as she places gently her EMF recorder atop the LG glass table.

Yeah. … Where should I begin?

From the first occurrence.

It must have been the clock. I was given and was taken, it was there at my first breath, I didn’t ask for it, but it followed me to my death.

Ms. Shirley Braxton activates the EMF recorder and pulls the yellow Geiger Counter on the table closer to the Ultrasonic Sensor, then she lays her thumb finger on the recorder’s ‘PLAY’ button and glances at a saddened group of eight ladies seated opposite to her.

I hope he’ll open up, one of them wails. He didn’t leave any letter behind. We miss him alot.

You’re ready to hear all what he has to say today Ette?

Yes, I am.

Ruivivar?

Me too.

Longstreet?

Same too Shirley. I am.

Trish?

Mhm-hm. I’m ready.

Annabeth?

Likewise.

McCrascy?

I am.

Keri?

I’m ready.

And finally you Joey?

I’m ready too.

Okay. She glances back at the recorder and presses the button. I’m Shirley Braxton, it’s the 31st of October 2022, I’m seated here with Longstreet and their family, they’ve been experiencing many sleepless nights since 2019 and there is someone they would like to hear from. … Jammie Tenk, you may go on.

Voice: I remember how it felt. I was always lonely, and forever deserted.

Shirley: Aah-hah.

Voice: That is why I could not speak, because it was never quite fully in my head. … Sometimes I-I-I thought things, and I wasn’t sure if it was really me. Then I saw it, and it was there with me.

Shirley: What was there with you?

Voice: Depression.

Shirley: Depression?

Voice: (Sighing) … It dawned on my sunrise, there was no any way out.

Shirley: Why was there no any way out?

Voice: This life is so strange, cruel and scary at the same time. Scary as how there’s a mountain in the ocean. It’s funny how someone assumes he got close friends but in the long run, they all run away from him. And when he turns to some of his closest family members, it is even worse.

Shirley: Tenk? … So like you had once tried to reach out to some of them?

Voice: I did.

Shirley: