I felt it for the first time; the sensation, the thrill, the most exciting ecstasy. Pretty sure Anna grey could never hit this climax;
High above any cloud, I chopped them all into pieces, laughing as I took out every chunk, every organ, every flesh. Just as Chucky had his knife, I had my axe and I was ready to play.
Five was a good start, five hundred was definitely the goal.
Dear knight,
You have proven to be the most gay and delightful Mister I have ever set my eyes upon, a beautiful writer at that;
Any maiden would be blind to not admire a sport like you;
I am truly flattered by your words and expression of your feelings towards me;
Yet, I do not understand this great love you have for me; but I do appreciate your non-relenting persistence;
Unfortunately, I could never be the woman you desire, I could never give you babies to fill your home with laughter, I could never be the picture perfect bride you sought out for! I am the most imperfect being for you!
I know your heart was made for another, I know you deserve a damsel, a queen, the rarest of gems, the queen of all queens; rather than a simple town girl like me.
I do hope thou finds true love and believes in this thing called ‘Marriage’ again
The maiden
We have longer days and shorter nights; but it seems the days never come and the nights get longer;
I yearn for a full moon, where I can unleash my true self and release the monster inside;
I have buried this monster for the longest of days, but now he just wants to see the light again;
I want to be loved, but the shadows around me say otherwise; they need to feed and unfortunately the ones who love are the ones taken as prey;
The baby next door cried all night and laughed all day. I wasn’t allowed to wallow in my loneliness till he was silenced forever. Good riddance they say.
My neighbors call me a psycho, my therapist says I’m possible, I say, death is my only salvation;
(Smiles), not my death….
I can give you the strength to oppress whoever you please and you’ll have no repercussions; I can make you feared by all; I can give you the keys to the greater beyond;
I can give you the control of the whole world; I can protect you from all your foes and make you untouchable; I can make you as ruthless as the Titans and stronger than Zeus himself;
You won’t have to pay the price; All you’ll have to do is, carry out my biddings, punish my servants either good or bad and oppress my followers;
Who am I?….I AM POWER
We have no regard for human life;
We have no regard for our own
Worldly things, material things, fame, riches!
Does it all matter in the end?!
At your dieing moment, can you say “yes, I have lived a worthy life”?
Have you thought about what would be written about you after you’re gone?
What legacy are you living behind?
A lot matters in life, yet we fail to look beyond what we see…
Because what lies ahead is greater than that which appears before us
Everyone talks about a death note, how they wish to die, where they wish to die or how they wish to be buried. Then I thought, why don’t I write a birth note?!
Won’t it be amazing if we could actually decide where we want to be borne, how we want to be borne or by whom we want to be borne;
The question shall be though, who shall be the recipient of this note? Who shall grant me my birth wish? Who shall give me the pleasure of being borne whence I deem fit?
We can’t choose our homes but won’t it be lovely if we could?
I have lived a thousand years, I have died a thousand deaths. I have looked death right in the eye, I have walked right away from death;
The sword has been passed through my heart, bloody tears have run down my eyes;
I know not how it feels to be alive, I fear not the thought of dieing again.
I have loved, I have felt pain, I have cried, I have wept, I have despaired but it all doesn’t matter because I know I’ll die again. I’ll die every day I live amidst this war. I’ll die everyday I move around with chains on my neck and shackles around my feet.
I’ll die every day I’m made to labour under the scorching sun on an empty stomach and still be brutally hit with a horse’s whip for not working hard enough.
Yes, I’ll die when I see my fellow slaves being ripped off their heads for minor reasons.
This is my fate. I have no saviour, I have no redemption; I died today and I’ll die again till I can die no more, and only then shall I be at peace.
Bless the souls of the slaves who struggled till the end.
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Blood boiling, temperature rising, brain cells juggling;
A war between my head and my heart, between what I want to do and what I must do;
Shall I, shall in not.
The door creaked open to reveal a little angel, MY little angel.
This was a perfect time to start my soul snatching, but, she said “hello” with her angelic smile and charming beauty; the inner mother in me melted.
At that moment, I wanted to hug her, to kiss her, to tell her muumy is here, to tell her how much I loved her. Then I remembered, I had lost that right the moment I decided to become the beastly image before her.
She walked towards me and said “Are you lost?, my daddy can help you”, with no atom of fear in her voice. I got back to my senses and said “No dear I’m not lost, I just came to get something”. She enquired further about my mission. I couldn’t blame a four year old for asking so much questions. I was only scared that she could wake her daddy up.
To avoid that, I made my next move, I took her to the living room, read her a story till she fell asleep.
No, I didn’t take her soul, I decided to be a mother rather than being a blood thirsty beast. So I took my own soul.
Now I have become a figment, an ordinary shadow, neither here nor there;
I think I like this, because now I can watch over my family and make sure the beasts of my kind never cross their paths.
The End
I’ve been sitting here thinking of words to describe a person as remarkable as he is;
I might not have found the best words but I have the truest words;
He is one in a million a special kind of ‘character’, if he was an actor I would watch every movie he features in;
He makes the angry ones smile, the sad ones happy, the stressed ones relaxed, let’s just say he is a magician with no wand;
He is an impeccable writer who brings every syllable and every word he pens down to life, that I do admire;
His persistency and perseverance awes me till this very day;
Akinkunmi Ajagbe, a true son of the soil indeed;
The friendship we share is one I’ll cherish for as long as I live.
Dear phoenix,
I can be with you every hour, every minute and every second of your life. I can flood your face with soft kisses every morning. I can take all your pains away with a single touch.
You need not mask-up to fulfill your duties as my husband.
Love is highly overrated? But if this is not love, then what is?!
Come to me my dear, talk to me, tell me you love me; let us be captives of each other, let’s be trapped in each other’s souls!
Its quite unfortunate you have chosen the cowardly path and taken me away from the family whom I love the most.
Through it all, I never protested, neither have I complained. The meals are delightful by the way.
But all I want is for you to come to me, free me from this bondage and let’s enjoy our eternal love. This is all I ask of you.
Love, Hera.
Sophocles Writes