There was a car moving not slow and not fast. The head lights were like the sun and the interior was a paradise. Everyone desire such a car.
It was on a dry afternoon that the car passed that road in the neighbourhood for the first time.
Lost, dejected, and sorrowful stood a young lad. In his eyes were signs of one who needed comforts.
At that moment the car needed a passenger, not one who could own and drive it. The car stopped before the lad and held hands and embrace him into its warmth. Along the line, the car met another passenger, he was not better than the lost lad but he could say everything that were within his heart. So the lad had to be ditched by the car for the new comer to come in. He was left there on the highway after he had already lost himself in that paradise.
Hadi was that car and i was that lad. Since then i am afraid I might not be able to enter any car anymore!
This might sound uncivilised that am writing to you a letter on A facebook messenger. I don’t know how to really convey this but looking at your profile am very convinced that youre a matured and an understanding personality.
I have wanted you so much that facebook came to notice my plight. It was on a cold night that i saw your name on the list of whom i might know. Like a hungry man, i didn’t care looking at your profile or perhaps your profile picture before sending the request. The green indicator on your profile showed you were online so i waited to see if you were going to accept my request without much ado.
It took you almost one hour before you accepted my request and instead you started liking my post and pictures from previous months. I was bewildered so i decided to take a look at your profile to see who you really were which led me to writing this little piece to you.
I know you are offline but what to do. I am a lost shadow looking far from its image and with you i could finally meet with such image which is entirely mine.
I know it sound rather weird that i want you, all of you. You may not believe it but i want you to give it a try and see what comes out of my sincerity. Am really into you and i don’t care if i have to cross any sea to meet you.
You already know my name. Everything on my profile is correct except my current location. It changes due to my nature of business. Please reply soon even if its a no. I will be glad. THANKS
Each day I found myself wallowing under the frangipani trees that clustered abreast the road counting each car that whizzed past. An act that had become a life style abruptly .
The surmise were so lucid as it unfold itself gently as days turned into weeks and weeks into months. My mind took a trip down the memory lane that was clouded with pain, betrayal and a chunk of it eaten by bitter lessons.
I found myself reminiscing on the priceless and golden moment I spent with her. Endless tears that knows no bounds thrust down to my cheeks profusely as though its biding passers-by goodbye.
My heart heavy and crying like a chirping of a cricket as I pondered on those lovely moments; there were so fresh as though it took place just yesterday.
The wound was far from being healed at the first few months. Loving her with all my heart, withholding nothing with my sense out of place was insane thing to do.
The love was never reciprocated yet, I got stuck loving someone whose heart was with another; it made me feel ‘Love is blind.’
I showed to her she was irreplaceable and she took advantage of everything; I was stabbed at the back with dagger of betrayal. Breakup text was wrapped in a beautiful and astonishing case and sent to me through whatsapp on that fateful day as rain abated profusely as though it hadn’t rained for years. That day seemed to be different as I laid on my bed helplessly gazing intently at my phone.
Moving on became so hard as though my destiny was tied to her. Months rolled on yet, I couldn’t let go; I opted to do something that seemed impossible to me: to let go of her . she wasn’t looking back why should I continue to hurt myself? Why should I continue to fix my gaze on someone that derives solace in her vomit? As months kept rolling, her thoughts fades away.
A sad thing in life is when you stumble on someone who means a whole lot to you only to find out in the end it was never meant to be.
I was determined to hurt myself no more; to let go and let God, and another door of happiness got wide opened.
BY MICHEAL ACHILE UMAMEH
Rodents of Westeros invade
Aso rock presidential villa, Abuja.
A song of Lice and Lies
King Buhari of the House Stark took refuge
in Winterfell, central London infirmary
recovering from the poison of unnamed ghost.
The wild child of the rainforest
The wildlings of the Harmattan
are barking expulsion across the Niger
From the cursed parchments.
The October vexations still labours.
Then Femi Adesina, the hand of the king,
Arose with the voice of seven thunders
To announce the arrival of Buhari Stark.
10,000 Maniacs of the seven kingdoms
flooded the street with songs and thongs
Oyoyo, oyoyo, oyoyo, they ululate.
Tired and tested from the holy pandemonium
Gov. Yahaya Bello of Riverrun
Ordained a feast of idleness.
While the wives of women
And the husbands of men
Where at war with shadows.
The rodents of Westeros
Invaded Aso Rock Presidential Villa.
Now Jon Snow of Julius Berger
Knows, winter is coming
And the Night’s Watch waits
Will Buhari Stark, take the iron throne?
Hear the song of Ice and fire
Sing a song of mice and rats.
As the rodents take the iron throne.