Yeah, 1709 was the day I became what I have endured for centuries. Let me introduce my self, I am your worst hazard, an erroneus creation, I am nothing.

I carry the gift or curse, you choose, I have leaved so long, saw kindoms spring up and fall. Cuddlemi I want to recount my story, only if you'd listen. I want to tell you what happened that faithfull night, an event that was going to pivot my being and turn me into a monster.

Ok!

Recount the story..

Io voglio raccontare questa mia storia a te, perche ti amo.

1709, though I was not to know for a century and half, I was happy, a promising young man who was about to marry. We lived by the river side, a small village in what is presently asaba. This was before the benin kindom, before the sokoto caliphate, this was a time when subsaharan africa was pristine and unpolluted. Palm was our king tree, almost everything was made out of it, my clan was skilful. The huts were crafted with great care, painted in lively colours, contrary to what you might have heard and read from the west we knew beauty, we made beautiful artifacts, paintings and murals. It makes me sad that all this beauty was lost for ever...

This is emotional, and I often have mixed thoughts, my writing will read unconventional, I never had an education.

I have been smoking, I can barely focus, I will continue later.

This was ancient times when food had to be hunted. Hunting was a way of life, on that day I was out hunting in the Odu, a great expanse of tropical rain forest, home of infinitely many animals and plants most of which have gone into extinction by the nineteen hundreads.

What exactly is this? Are you writing a story? Are you immortal?

Fill me in

The point is that I don't know what I am, you see. During the hunting I was taken captive by a distant tribe, I was slaughtered like an animal at the foot of their shrine. I died.

guy i d feel ur prowesss.
raid on

Sheol, a place of darkness to which all the dead go, both the righteous and the unrighteous, regardless of the moral choices made in life, a place of stillness and darkness cut off from God. This is where I found my self, let me tell you this is a cold place.

I am not going to dwell on sheol for it awaits all. The tribe that took me had attacked my village, there was looting and plunder, men did all they could to fend off the assailants. War was not our way of life, we were a peaceful lot, hunters, fishermen, artists. And so the whole villlage was razed, women and children were taken captive. Amongs was her, my luv, Adamma. I have to pause and describe her, she was perfection...

hahaha, look at all this crystals,lol. Cuddlemii, you are the one. I have watched you comeback and go over the centuries, I can tell you what you look like now and in your previous existence. We have always been connected, you don't know how glad you made me when ever you resurfaced on this earth. I watched your birth countless times.

Hey, don't you like my story?

It is too early to judge, pls continue. Can each post be longer?
Thanks

ositadima1: Hey, don't you like my story?

this no different from my kind of writing.
I love flowing with total appreciation of literature.

I like what you re doing, refixing history into perfected moment

mfm04622: It is too early to judge, pls continue. Can each post be longer?
Thanks

That question was for Cuddlemii, Adammas doppelganger, the one that brought me back. I will be more articulate for this story must be told.

Question is how I made it back? I have ruminated how could this be, and realized that my last thoughts were about her, and when it was time those thoughts created a link, for the physical world is only a subset of the spiritual. When they spilled the blood and I was drained off my life slowly, I held on to her, the good times we had, her smile, she gave me strenght.

The other question is what makes me dangerous, you will come to an understanding as the story unwinds.

lol, just trying to work my wrinkles

I have no heart
for I am doomed to take sojourn
In the bodies of the living
I live through them but for a short while
I feel passion for you, quite inexplicable
like the sun it will never dim
my love... Cuddlemii

So how do you take over peoples bodies? This story will take forever at this rate.

You don dey cuddle cuddlemii leave the tory ne?

Are you a clown?

repogirl: So how do you take over peoples bodies? This story will take forever at this rate.

It's deafening, It's scary.
You humans emit complex sounds, and to infiltrate I have to endure a life time of pain and pleasures for these sounds are a reflection of your burden.

But what do I give in return? The ultimate death: death of the soul. You don't want me looking through your eyes, no you don't.

never should have interfered
but I live on and I'm lonely

and if you'd have me
like I am so hitching to have you,
well, I'd give up this madness.
I'd see to it that the rest of our lifes fared well

I am looking in on a good life I might be doomed never to find.
Hope you understand when you die, old and bony.

Hater may you cut your thumb, and bleed till you pass out.

there is no safe approach for living, we each know our own fate, we know from our youth how we shall end, this things don't change.

Oga o.

My Adamma, if you change your mind I am the first in line,if you need me let me know and I will be around.

I don't think you know that I can't let go Cuddlemii, through the darkness and strife I sail on. Your luv fills up my soul and drowns my eternal solitude. It's all I got .

^lol!
So you're still writing this bizarre love story?

Cuddlemii: ^lol!
So you're still writing this bizarre love story?

MISSED U .

Emyo: MISSED U .

Emyo,'re you ready to die?