NAIJA BLOG

 How could I loathe what sustains me and how could what sustains me, destroy me every thought at a time, every minute of the day the labour is not hard very easy it is the wanderers, who have made the vortex their God and destroy all whom fall upon their covetous eyes the vortex of hell is full of slanderers, the lazy, and backbiters the opportunists, the bitter and evil. The gossip and envious, all who cannot bear to see the pure... you have to die to live in this vortex of nothingness 

 You pushed her away when her hands were tiny and wanted to cup your face, when her eyes sought answers and love within your eyes. you pushed her away when she needed the hugs that would shield her from the fearsome world and  laughing peers  she sought your hands to hold her and tell her all was well, you were never found you told her her younger ones were prettier and better, so she became anxious and sought solace in peers and moved rootlessly, like a nomadic fulani during the rainy season.  She never knew your hugs, just your beatings she never saw you smile, just your mockery she sought for mothers in strangers and fathers in lovers but they all failed she fought to live and won and now you want to hug her and she recoils  now you want to talk and she shuts herself from you now you want the woman after killing the girl She will always be the little lost girl, all alone, trying to find her way in the scary world

In these depths of despair amidst the sadness of the soul I reach into my bank of pain and shudder at the calamity and the sadness these sorrow never cease they evolve into mutant despair worse than its original, less than its post-mutated version I can't help myself no one can. With no hope I disappear into a world of noise that fill me up and lets me live in the silence of my thoughts My bank of pain is full