This is one of those write-ups that starts without a title because the motivation would be the same no matter what the piece is called, the feeling seems to be genderless, universal, real.

Life happens all around us, sometimes in slow motion other times as fast as a flash, the funny thing is that life never really passes us unawares, we see it, even though sometimes it is so fast that it skips the conscious and is stored in our subconscious but nevertheless retrieved with the trigger of the right emotion.

For instance, I am typing on my keyboard, in a parlor, with only the lights from my screen as illumination, behind me is a red background, glistening with little shiny dots, my space would be quiet if not for the rain drops falling relentlessly on the earth around me. It makes me realize that existence is never quiet, even nature speaks and listens, I guess that is why it is called Life.

So where am I going with this?

To be honest I do not know but what I do know is that I am grateful to be alive, to be part of nature’s algorithm, to speak and be heard, to love and be loved or to unlove and be adored by another, I don’t always expect things to go my way, nature has plans and I have plans too, may the best man win.

I promise the next time I set to type on this keyboard I would have a title in mind, craft a strong plot, present a twist and then end on a philosophical note. A note of triumph.

For now, I’ll just keep living and not just existing, i think I’ll call this piece “Just keep living”.

Have a great day.

What is the cost of freedom?…the answer lay deep in her eyes.

It happened once, then twice, the third time was overlooked, attributed to human frailty, the rest was simply ignored but this…this was different, this was deliberate. It felt like crushing soul, bones and purpose in one sullied mixture. It was hate, it was lust, it was treason, it was a disregard for that which led her to be called Woman. She tried to think but intelligence was betrayed by…well betrayal.

So as she consistently receded to her basic visceral instincts, her logic and humanity was replaced by something feral, something that could only be appeased by change or whatever resembled Justice…at least that was what she told herself but deep down she knew that all she wanted was freedom, this freedom would be her perfect revenge.

She was face to face with him now. The other woman lay there, acknowledged but ignored in the circumstance.

He was familiar, bold and ravishing but that was before, now all she saw was the source of her agony.

Entangled on his hand was the wrist band she gave him, she still admired the colors, it was green, white and green again. She raised the gun straight to his head.

Why was he silent, staring with knowing eyes, he must know something she doesn’t know.

He must think himself so powerful, too bad, because more power emanated from the barrel of a gun.

Again she tried to think but where reason once lived pain now stayed.

He muddled something that sounded like an apology but it fell on deaf ears, she was done listening, enough of the failed promises, deceit and lies. Today would herald her freedom, today would be her own 1960…

What is the cost of freedom?…the answer lay deep in her glazed, lifeless eyes.

XXX LETS KILL CORRUPTION IN NIGERIA, LETS BE FREE XXX

As fierce as the battle was, it could have been a blink between restraint and surrender.

As the substance drowned in my blood stream, I could feel the lie becoming beautiful, my shame loosing value at each passing moment.They said the truth shall set me free, how do i explain to them that it was far deeper than they could ever imagine.

How do I tell them that this substance had saved me?

What words do I use to make them understand that I had been living in misery for so long and I found a way to survive in it and even found pleasure in this ugly place.Do they know? I guess they will never know but I did try, in fact I gave my my very best.

Now, every human emotion i once knew had become oblivious, just one remained. LOVE.Love for my stuff. Nothing else mattered, not even me.

Something is different, wait, what is this? How is this even possible? I feel it. PEACE.
Not euphoria, not pleasure, I feel no regret, no shame; no make believe, Just peace. This is real; I know it’s real because I shed a tear, a tear full of meaning.

It is said that in your last seconds on earth your whole life flashes before your eyes, so why do I hear the band set of my primary school beating to the cadence of the school anthem.

Am not stupid, I know what this is, I know how it ends, i must have overdosed.But I am tired of the battle, I really am, so i don’t even fight for survival, i just enjoy the Peace.

As my life essence fizzles away, I think about my mum and also the life that I could have lived.

Then it gets SLOWLY DARK…

 

XXX SAY NO TO DRUGS XXX.

From the moment i heard the pristine symphony easing through the speakers i knew it was a different kind of love.

The lyrics glided with each musical note under the aegis of it’s instrumental and a new feeling was born.

It may have been a feeling, it may have been a person or even life itself. All I know is the song had a soul and it lived through my senses.

The cadence heightened then fell, I could barely hear the words now, only the notes of the piano keys. I slid my hand down your waist in a slow dance, your body was smother than silk.

I looked into your eyes and my ears tingled. You make this moment magical but without the song there is no magic, there is just us.
Every note introduced, was love at first sight. It’s melody was almost sexual.

She wondered why I chose a mere song over her.

I didn’t.

It is a different kind of love.

It started…