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And I felt the contents,

Within the pit of my stomach,

Begin to churn.


The sweat oozed out of my pores,

My heart began beating uncontrollably,

My knees buckled beneath me,

And I felt a bit faint.


I stood in front of the audience,

Hoping the ground would swallow me whole,

As I tried to remember what word I’d been asked to spell.


I looked at the judges,

Awaiting my reply patiently,

And I couldn’t help wondering,

Whether running away was an option.

By Nawekulo Wanjugu<a href="http://Churn” target=”_blank”>


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