Like a Thought Process

...life is short and cliché, so I kept quiet for Chibuzor. 2018, and I was on a road I didn't realize I was threading. Life is crazy stupid, believe me. I hate the fact that Nigeria my country was basically sold to us Nigerians, and it's twisted coz the stakes are low for us... We've always been that cheap. Maybe this is a digression, you know, those people who take one good look at us tech guys and assume the very good ones should be richer than the rest because we're smarter and should be more entreprising which in essence, means we should be very good at fraud. It irritates me even if let's admit it, many of us have done social engineering at some level. Maybe that wasn't a digression, I mean money was the elephant in the hypothetical room. I mean... Think about it, the other time, a thread was started online once where women were asked what they would do if they were offered a sum in the millions by a boss who raped them. I don't expect that you don'...

The first instalment... ...so what, I knew I was going to die... Life began to bore me... The hardest part about choosing the path I was to thread was waking up the next day... I didn't want to. See, the hypocrisy started when I told myself I would embrace religion when I turned twelve... The curse of knowledge. I was more intelligent than was good for me. I turned twelve and the tides of time swept me. I saw madness and I cowered. I repented of my false resolve because I realized I was not grown. "...and by 25 I will be mature enough." I take three seconds from my reflection time to laugh at the stupid stupid little boy. I do not know what started me down the path of madness, maybe it was my father's blood... Maybe it was the French maiden from the turn of the century... Maybe it was just... Me. Let us be honest, you're Pisces as I once was so you understand when I say I was depressed before I turned 12. I got my heart broken more times than was necessary before ...

#ART... Everything evil is beautiful In truth, pain is inevitable Many go the rest of their lives never understanding shame Many yet, die, chasing the gain Sadness is a game, life is only a projection What do you live for? What would you stand for? If fate would play a game and you stopped to exist, what would you say you left behind? We, all of us, man, fear what we do not understand; What we do not accept, refuse to accept, we do not understand - the truth Life is only a projection with a little touch of reality. Like a re-incarnation, happiness found me I took my first breath of life and my head hurt A thousand words do not necessarily mean speech Four hundred men yet, equal a legion-life is perception Touch your dreams, where do they lie? Hold your head out of water, all the way up to the sky When it rains, let the world sing Become like the wind, speak Days will come, patience is golden If this is not a poem, let your imagination carry you... With a little tou...

"...a great desire to help people... and draws you towards positions of philanthropic service. Because you are amiable and diplomatic, generous and sympathetic, you make friends easily. People are inclined to come to you seeking solutions to their problems." Did she even know? Yet, the question is, does she even know? My mind never lies... I looked at her once, and knew I would continually stare. To say she is beautiful is cliché... Permit me, I stopped being and even trying to be a child a long time ago. Does she remember? The stranger who walked up to me in the shadow of duos and refused my heart disappointment. I remember that expensive silver necklace I once bought... I just never thought human eyes could hold the likeness. I have always known of beautiful smiles but then... Is there even an English word that describes hers? I am a stranger in a familiar land, God help me and send me an angel. I am a stranger... Wait, Adijah, how did you find me... And how you...

I fell in love when I had nothing to do Kingdoms will always fall as they must while dust never stops rising. Babies of yesterday become makers of laws and triggers behind decisions. Slaves become kingmakers... For to the fallen soldier nothing is as powerfully romantic. Those who fall to death are always swept beneath the rubble of civilization which will ALWAYS fall to raise more dust in its place. Woe unto the easily seduced. I will die while my name lives on, declared the few too stubborn to die. I fell in love when I had nothing to do... The thing they say about idle minds, said the soldier at the second resurrection. The soldier made love to a damsel on the throne of dead kings... War maybe made him mad. Humour the dead princess... She just may wake. 871AD, Kingdoms fall. Franco