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  • Say No to Suicide

    Say No to Suicide

    Suicide, a serial killer whose only weapon is its victim’s mind, an outlaw who never get prosecuted, he creeps into your thoughts and corrupt the mind…

    No matter how the world treats you, Say no to suicide

                 No matter how frustrating the situation is…

                 No matter how much that word hurts..

                 No matter how discouraging your parents are…

                 No matter how far your mates have  gone  and you feel left behind,

                 No matter how inconsiderate your siblings,husband,wife, children

                 Might be,

    When your family turn against you…

                 When the whole world neglect you, Say no to suicide

                  When it seems there is no one on your side, No to suicide

                  When you feel like giving up…

                  When you run out of strength…

                  When the situation overwhelms you…

                  When it seems the problem is unending…

                  When you fall and no one to help you…

                  When your pillar of support turns against you…

                  When your last ray of hope is lost, Say no to suicide

                 If you lose the war,

    The people you are trying to please, will say worst at your funeral

                 The house you don’t want to lose,will be sold eventually to a new family

                 To the friend you are trying to please, your death will be meaningless

                 That friend you think has gone ahead of you, will still be above you

                 The world you see as hopeless, will give hope to others

                 That situation you see as frustrating won’t mean a thing

                 That situation is not your end, pick up the pieces

    Be happy with yourself no matter what, Your happiness is not dependent on anyone

    The world may neglected you, But GOD will always stand by you

    Never give up on God

    That life is not yours, It was given to you by your creator

                      YOU CAN’T END IT

                      Remember,

                      GOD created you

                      Remember GOD as that last resort.

    AUTHOR: Helenlight 

    Odediranoluwayomihelen@gmail.com

  • FriendZone 80:20

    FriendZone 80:20

    It was a beautiful afternoon, a sunny day, sitting on a balustrade, gazing aimlessly at nothing. A so-called boring day I thought then, my friend surfaced, stressed-up, pale, maybe weary and obviously unhappy she was.

    So, I stood up and hugged her then I said – you have been like this for a while – WHY? She looked into my eyes not with surprise though, held my hands tight and said there’s this great guy she so much love, whom never made any move even as she had waited long enough but the closest thing He did was an “old schoolboy humor” so, I sat, offered her a chair and whisper a question – “WHAT’S THE RATIO”?

    She answered, 80:20 against herself then, I smiled and said Inverse is constant in the Law of Feelings and Love

    Alas! 20 at times maybe much more greater than 80 and the waiting is what makes it more romantic. He might have said it one thousand times but not to your taste, had recoiled into his shell each time and thought of another approach maybe that’s why He had always motivated you into a lighter mood. Let the dog be fierce and the cat be cunny, no matter what the problem is, their friendship is still intact. And suddenly, she stood up, loud she screamed those words “haven’t you punished me enough!”? “Why do you always torture me with words!”?

    I was mesmerized and dumbfounded as I watched her broke down and cried, I thought within myself “why am I so scared, why so stupid? Why am I no man enough? Why haven’t I summoned the courage to say those words that gave me sleepless night?

    I moved closer to her, touch her shoulder while she runs into my open arms and shed those tears of both joy and pain though I almost lost what I crave for most in life but, it’s all coming back to me.

    I looked into her eyes and said, “The 20 is truly much greater than the 80, each time you looked at me, there’s so much that you don’t see. If I can grow in your heart then the harvest is yours” As I locate her lips with mine, giving her my words with sweet saliva and so, she said, I will believe you when you say that you love me, with deep emotion, I echoed the words and woke-up.

    But the feeling is real.

  • Loss and Pain

    Loss and Pain

    The anguish of loss can be devastating, be it in cases of calamities, bereavement, disappearance or even getting laid off a job. Loss is inevitable, we lose people and when that happens, the agony is felt because this is a journey of no return where promises are left unkept, dreams are left unachieved and memories linger on the side of those  behind. However, when it happens intentionally, it is even more sorrowful.

    Yesterday she said “Mary just died to me “it felt awkward, I didn’t understand what she meant and I asked her. She said “in my world, Mary just died. I no longer consider her a friend, neither do I want to have anything to do with her.”  I was dazed, I remembered that just last week, she and Mary were best friends, jolly, loving and adorable.

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  • The ordeal of a heartbreak

    The ordeal of a heartbreak

    Ouch! I have just been bitten by a snake

    Oh! Little creepy creature; swift little bastard

    Your venom is quick and sedative

    Your poison is hostile to my bloodstream

    Yet, it is relaxing and intoxicating

    Explains why I am seeing one thing as though they were two

     

    You filthy crawling demon, why would you have such beauty?

    You have the cuteness of a newborn

    Your eyes carry the ignorance of a bunny

    And when you raise your head, tilting your fish-like neck forward

    Even the breeze move slowly caressing your velvety bod

    Aware of the havoc you are about to wreck

     

    Sitting here, helpless and weak

    As life slowly leaves my body

    I refuse to let your venom tint the sweet memories I relished for so long

    Fred, my cousin is here now but, the worm is long gone

    Far into the abyss of the rest of the world

    She left me; the serpent I married as a wife

     

    Something must kill a man

    But this is not a good way to go.

  • The shaky teary old Lady

    The shaky teary old Lady

    At the train station, the boys walked by swiftly and then, I saw shaky teary old lady….

    Life has a basic trajectory which it follows toiling in a continuous transition of personalities regardless of gender. Life is generally accepted to be in stages in relation to age and status. It can almost be assumed that all parents envisage or look forward to, being a grandparent someday as it is a blessing and enormous achievement for many. The presence of a new life has a way of changing even a stronghold of enmity within a family, diffuse heated situations, soften enraged hearts and enhances unity.

    A newborn is a miracle that never wears out, neither can one get used to it without being a victim of its ever positive effect in the normal cycle of life. It evolves into a new phase when the birth is in the second generation. Grandparents grow soft on all sides upon the birth of their grandchildren. They get more tolerant and accommodating, more open-minded and forgiving, more selfless and hospitable.

    Unfortunately, life is quite complex and has its way of frustrating our existence. Some teenagers can’t even tolerate or stand their old one capitalizing on flimsy excuses ranging from being old school, talking out of context, to being ugly, walking feebly, and even a general assumption of being evil.

    Where did we miss it?  What went wrong?  Is our society sowing seeds of contempt? Is civilization a tool against the old folks? Hostility to a grandparent is not just inhuman, it is mental torture, domestic violence that needs swift action.

  • A twist: Stuck in a graveyard ep 2

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    Read the previous episode: A twist: stuck in a graveyard ep 1

    Can you feel this? Can you hear me? Please fight, come back to me. Those were the words I heard from afar, I felt pale, and all my body sockets seemed loose. I opened my eyes and they were met with tears from Lillian’s eyes (a nurse and a friend) she wasn’t on duty, was only there for me; It’s not making sense but, I knew I was trapped and on a sick bed. Lillian was sobbing intermittently and finally broke down and cried. At that moment, I knew things had moved from bad to worse but, she saved me the pain of asking as she narrated…

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  • A twist: Stuck in a graveyard ep 1

    I have been here since Noon, stood, knelt, laid, squeezed, lament, and at a time… silent

    Outside there, packed my car; here, grounded on a bare foot

    My stomach had forgotten the taste of food and throat, the satisfaction of water

    My whole body is weak, my eyes, weary as it seem to have exhausted its tears

    Right here, in total darkness, rattling with “guilt”

    No fear, no thought of horror, no panic but “guilt”

    In a flash of memories, I went through everything once again

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