It was the 13th day of october 2009.
I sat on the ground, beside a highway.
Thoughts ravaged my little brain.
Everything was in topsy-turvy.
So perplexed and so into unanswerable questions.

"God, am I the only one on earth?
Must I carry the whole sorrow of the world on my head?"
Thought blew like whirl wind in and out of my brain.
I was tired and exhausted.

"Haven't I believed...hell and heaven are real?"

"Am I serving my own punishment here on earth?"

Many questions I directed to God.
I was completely devastated and perplexed. I needed answers, but they aren't coming.
I saw no reason living on earth.

My eyes worsened the whole drama.
I could still remember that day vividly.
My eye made me believed people actually walked with their heads on the soil and feet towards the sky.
Darkness filled everywhere.
White body coloured people ascended.
Black body coloured men descended.
All this refused to hasten.
Below my feet the black went.

In my sight horrible mountains moved.
Fast, they hastened towards me.
Surprised, they never reached me.
Though Right and left, they moved in speed to and fro.
It was scary such that I reached out for a cry. But I was so afraid to make a sound.

I became terrified.
No loud cry.
But the tears from my eye boiled my feet.
In its pool, I lied still.
So hot, it made me deaf.
I laid On the soil, like squeezed leaf.

My feet, body and soul boiled from my own tears.
"She's gone, gone for ever"
I murmured in pain.
I tried to catch up with realities,
But my emotion failed me.
Realities, that I will never on earth set my unclad eyes on her again.
But the more I tried to stop thinking about her,
The more the swift memories of her.

"Mummy, why have you left in your prime"
"What happens to my education?, will you not on earth see me become our number one wish?"
Many a time, had she called me Coded Barrister, Governor, President, C.D.E.F Ogiri.
"Oh! Ever wonderful mom, which of your wish will you now witness"

That day was a day I will never want to recount.
But I just caught myself doing it.
the thought of my education made me die slowly.
"Who will sponsor my education"
Her death was a strike to my ambition.
The least expected.
I was to write my first external exam in a matter of months.
"The jamb form you bought me, of what use is it without you"

The questions became alarming without an answer.
At a point in time, the question came from an external body, using my voice.
Yes! I was silent.
I heard all these and many more questions directed to my mom and her God.
I never felt as if I was the one really asking those question.

In a quite manner, I lied.
My eyes, refused a blink.
My head so stocked to the soil, never a shrink.
Body bathing self, so in tears pool.

What a horrible world.
Very short in prime.
So long in pain.
Envy in gain.
Too complicated and rough.

If after all the hard working stages of life,
Life could be so heartless,
Heartless is the word,
World with weapon of death,
Death so opposite to endurance,
Endurance should be the watch word of life.

Had she not always preached me to be tolerating?
Made me believed, patience pays?
Maybe for the hereafter.

That was the day she wrestled death,
And won in death,
The day, the angels of death were defeated,
A triumphant entry through death
to eternity.
She bade the earth goodbye at her prime. "What then will be of me, at seventeen, looking up to her?"

A nurse she aspired to be.
A hard working and caring nurse she was.
With love, she freelanced her profession.
An immortal made nurse she will forever be.
An encounter with her, and you would have joined those who still testify of her cheerfulness, humility and kindness.

Yesterday, people travelled down here to speak into her presence of her goodness to them.
Not all who had a pierce of her curing syringe and needle,
Will till the end the world, know of her death.
Ideal mom, humble servant and a wife to her children.
That day, I felt I will never meet such a person on earth.
I was afraid of the 'word', the earth and all in it.

I lied still.
Listened to the deafening horror sounds emanating from the horrible hasty moving mountain.
I felt, I began to learn a new language.
Boom, boom came the sound.
Tears fought back.

The truth was
life was actually moving out of me.
I tried to maintain balance.
In all those new development.,
It wasn't easy grasping a grab.
It was a sudden position at the cutting edge of life.

"Have you lost a dear one?
How did you feel?"
At that moment, everything was strange to me.
Moving cars and tall still buildings became horrible moving mountains.
Sounds and cry from sympathisers became horror languages.

After several struggle to attain answers.
I saw something.
It scared me at sight,
Sweat pored out beneath my palms.
My far gone spirit came back whirl to enable me stand up to a run.
But the strength failed a bargain.
The huge statue stood, not moving.
"Is it time for my judgment"
Oh, now I know how it feels to be dead.
"Am I in 'His' presence?"
I continued
"Is this how you look, my Lord"
"No, its me Juliet"
The statue spoke out.

Oh, she had stood In sob for who knows how long.
By this time I had began to gain consciousness.
I saw her fall to the ground in weakness.
I felt her hold, it was firm.

A rhyme of patterned sobbing and pant,
I was the bass, she was the twitter.
We sobbed to its fullness, when I started to breath heavily.
Juliet was confused what to do.
She pulled off her wool shirt, not minding the tingling breast.
In her confused state of mind she used her heavy wool shirt to blow breeze of life into my nearly steamed body.

"Juliet"
I called out.
Reviving from live coma.
The pronunciation of "Juliet" was not as important and vocal as it is writing here.
It sounded like a question, asked by one who does not want to be heard.
Quieter than a whisper.

Its a Cosmoe belief that a 'friend is one who have common knowledge of your joy and pain'.
Juliet have been a very good friend, a close friend to me and like a daughter to my mom before that day.
I found comfort in her arms as she continued to blow life into my dry bones.
Better I felt.
Then she spoke
"It is high time, you stood up to realities of life"
She paused.
I waited to hear more.
She was dead silent.
Then I raised my face and saw her weep. Her head was in her hands.
Then I held firm her shoulder.
We were confused,
who lost a mother?
Who is to console who?

"When I heard of what happened, my heart fall to a shock, I left it to the ground, I couldn't hold back the tear"
She continued while I shed silent tears.
"Then I thought of you, Emy I must be strong for you.
Mom is gone, yes buuuh"
I tried to hold back the pains of her words.
She tried to pretend she was strong, but her cry failed her loud.

I stood up as a strong man, but staggered off from the footpath of the high way.
"Stop"
Came a harsh but angry command.
I didn't know where it came from, so loud and so cracking.
I'd to stop immediately, to listen again.
"Emma stop"
This time the spirit in the voice got weaker by each word.
"Emma, you have got responsibilities."
The anger in the voice kept subsidising
"Have you thought of your younger brothers? Double tragedy for them, if God forbid anything happens to you, don't hurt yourself by remaining weak for them to lean on"

I now recognised the voice without looking back.
It was Juliet.
She stood up and walked to me, held my palm and took me on a walk home.
It was a brief silence all along.
Dust and tears were our companion.
I forced my self to speak with strength.
"If tears could build a stair way and memories were to be lane;
Mom, I will walk straight to heaven to bring you back home."
I became bold.
looked into the sky, as I spoke
"No farewell words were spoken, no time to say goodbye, you where gone before I woke"
Juliet cried silently.
"Only God knows my heart still aches in sadness, secret tears still flow"
I intended to continue speaking but juliet concluded with
"Rest in peace mom"

All that day was hidden pains and sorrow.
We walked back home in total silence,
In loneliness I was weak,
But energised in friendship.

I left all to the Almighty.

what a write up, rest in peace mama.

pressongodsay: what a write up, rest in peace mama.

thanks dear.
I hope you appreciated it.

Please why not suggest a title.

Did you really write this?
Seems like a poem...
I likey ur memoir style enticing drama with poem.

The expression is...(I comment my reserve)
I will give it a title when my tears get dry.

Me trying to click @ Adults Only 18+ ebi no be link?
I can't wait to be on the front sit of that logline on ur siggy.

Where is the link?

This great piece should get edited. The author used 'taught' instead of 'thought'.

About suggesting a title; I'd suggest three:

Paradise Of Doom

Without Farewell

Curtain Dropped

The title is

please-send-us-a-buzzing-sound-when -next-you post-such-a-scaring-write-up

I mean i dont want to read next time.You did a good job of making sob for no reason!

jeeez,my heart nearly relocated from my chest.i dread the day this would happen to me,God forbid.

Eeeyaah Op sorry o,may her soul RIP.
Op u were mourning and you still noticed tingling bosom! Once again sorry o.
The title I suggest is 'shattered.'

So far so good.
The titles am getting are

BY LARRY-SUN:
Paradise Of Doom
Without Farewell
Curtain Dropped

BY luvmijeje
'shattered.'

Thank you everybody...hope to have many more options soon.

deenAyetu: Did you really write this?
Seems like a poem...
I likey ur memoir style enticing drama with poem.

The expression is...(I comment my reserve)
I will give it a title when my tears get dry.

serious?
DeenAyetu and Carmelion did you guys actually had this feelings while reading it?
Hmm that is the power of literature, it conveys...

Thank you for sympathising with me.
May our good GOD put our dead to perfect rest...

deenAyetu: Me trying to click @ Adults Only 18+ ebi no be link?
I can't wait to be on the front sit of that logline on ur siggy.

Where is the link?

lol, they is no link yet.
Am waiting for my oge at the tops before I start.

Do you really like Logline?
I will not disappoint you when I start that seasonal story.

Larry-Sun:
This great piece should get edited. The author used 'taught' instead of 'thought'.

About suggesting a title; I'd suggest three:

Paradise Of Doom

Without Farewell

Curtain Dropped

larry-sun thanks for ur observation.
Have done that, hoping it will be my final draft.

Thanks for the mouth watering titles.
I hope to settle down for one soon.

Thanks for the commendation of this work.
May God bless u accordingly.

carmelion: The title is

please-send-us-a-buzzing-sound-when -next-you post-such-a-scaring-write-up

I mean i dont want to read next time.You did a good job of making sob for no reason!

jeeez,my heart nearly relocated from my chest.i dread the day this would happen to me,God forbid.

carmelion, am sorry for that.
How do I do the buzz warning?

You can always suggest a title!!!
Thanks for your time.

luvmijeje: Eeeyaah Op sorry o,may her soul RIP.
Op u were mourning and you still noticed tingling bosom! Once again sorry o.
The title I suggest is 'shattered.'

Amen...she will rest in peace.

For the tingling bosom, I knew she I'd it.
So while I recall, I laughed at "jeez juliet pulled her wool o...so where was the bosom when she did that?"
So I'd to include it as it will help convey my message. .

Larry-Sun:
This great piece should get edited. The author used 'taught' instead of 'thought'.

About suggesting a title; I'd suggest three:

Paradise Of Doom

Without Farewell

Curtain Dropped

hahahahhahahha Paradise o Doom. No be small thing o.

Emyo: serious?
DeenAyetu and Carmelion did you guys actually had this feelings while reading it?
Hmm that is the power of literature, it conveys...

Thank you for sympathising with me.
May our good GOD put our dead to perfect rest...

Amen.

Emyo: lol, they is no link yet.
Am waiting for my oge at the tops before I start.

Do you really like Logline?
I will not disappoint you when I start that seasonal story.

I don't like Logline.
I like the logline of on your siggy

luvmijeje: Eeeyaah Op sorry o,may her soul RIP.
Op u were mourning and you still noticed tingling bosom! Once again sorry o.
The title I suggest is 'shattered.'

EBI o. The matter tire me o.

Eeya, sorry, rip 2 her. And Some typo i observed, it sub be black coloured body not black body coloured. And same tin applied 2 d white..

Damex333: Eeya, sorry, rip 2 her. And Some typo i observed, it sub be black coloured body not black body coloured. And same tin applied 2 d white..

thanks. For your time. I twisted that for literature appreciation.
Lol, typo?

Emyo what you wrote up there is not a memoir rather if I'm going to class it, I will call it an obituary.
Also what I got from your write up is that you are a selfish instead of a caring son due to your repetition of who is going to pay your school fees. Your mum died and all you could think of his your school fees.
As a memoir,you are suppose to share with us the moment you spent with her,what made her the best mum to you, what made you want to commit sucide,I hope it is not because of your school fees.
You are suppose to take us on a journey so that we will be able to climax together but you failed to do that.

luvmijeje: Emyo what you wrote up there is not a memoir rather if I'm going to class it, I will call it an obituary.
Also what I got from your write up is that you are a selfish instead of a caring son due to your repetition of who is going to pay your school fees. Your mum died and all you could think of his your school fees.
As a memoir,you are suppose to share with us the moment you spent with her,what made her the best mum to you, what made you want to commit sucide,I hope it is not because of your school fees.
You are suppose to take us on a journey so that we will be able to climax together but you failed to do that.

nice one.
What genre do I categorize it...like suggest to me what I brand of literature can this fall under since I can't call it 'memoir' and of course I can't call it 'the Notice of Death' -Obituary.
(Full name of the deceased
Date and place of birth
Date and place of death
Surviving Family
Date, time and address of funeral
Date, time and address of memorial service
Date, time and address of burial service
Address of cemetery or mausoleum
Officiating Clergy
Memorial contributions to be made in lieu of flowers to:
Photo ) thought the above in bracket are essentials of a notice of death.


(As a memoir,you are suppose to share with us the moment you spent with her,what made her the best mum to you, what made you want to commit sucide,I hope it is not because of your school fees.) if this be the case I failed.

I focused so much on just a moment after she dead! Just wat happened. So where is the place oof this in literature.

In my opinion,what you wrote up there doesn't fall anywhere in literature except the diary section.
If you are going to modify your write-up, the message you want to pass to your reader will determine what class of literature it will fall into.
If d message you want to pass to us is how devastated you were the day she died. I will suggest poetry.
My question to you is,what message do you want to pass to your reader?

luvmijeje: In my opinion,what you wrote up there doesn't fall anywhere in literature except the diary section.
If you are going to modify your write-up, the message you want to pass to your reader will determine what class of literature it will fall into.
If d message you want to pass to us is how devastated you were the day she died. I will suggest poetry.
My question to you is,what message do you want to pass to your reader?

diary section should be on nairaland or do you mean literal Dairy?.

What and what should I be modifying, I thought that should be the reason why we came here after we left the endorsing thread?

You said it is only the message I 'WANT' to pass that will determine what class of literature it will fall into, that is to say the explicit use of words denoting, confused and devastated self central boy was not good enough for you? I would need better suggestions please!!!

Hey against your first position of this not having a place. In literature, you asking if it has a tone of a devastated person, and if yes then it now falls into poetry...I thought I saw a comment applauding me of writing a poem minced in prose?

Well I don't have better words to pen down devastation.
Thanks for your kindness.
I will be wanting for
1. A suggested title for this piece from you.
2. Points of where I should modify so my message will be listed under poetry.
And AOB why mydd_44 will not move it?

Emyo: diary section should be on nairaland or do you mean literal Dairy?.

What and what should I be modifying, I thought that should be the reason why we came here after we left the endorsing thread?

You said it is only the message I 'WANT' to pass that will determine what class of literature it will fall into, that is to say the explicit use of words denoting, confused and devastated self central boy was not good enough for you? I would need better suggestions please!!!

Hey against your first position of this not having a place. In literature, you asking if it has a tone of a devastated person, and if yes then it now falls into poetry...I thought I saw a comment applauding me of writing a poem minced in prose?

Well I don't have better words to pen down devastation.
Thanks for your kindness.
I will be wanting for
1. A suggested title for this piece from you.
2. Points of where I should modify so my message will be listed under poetry.
And AOB why mydd_44 will not move it?

Tell me first,the messages you want to pass across to your readers.
Lets do it like this, I will list the messages I got from what you wrote.
1.You want to commit sucide.
2.You were sad mostly because of your school fees palava.
3.Juliet came to your rescue.

Are those the messages you want to pass across?

Wow! Wow! Wow! This is it, I'm reading a poem. Emyo well done. *make am read am again*

luvmijeje: Wow! Wow! Wow! This is it, I'm reading a poem. Emyo well done. *make am read am again*

my discussions with you taught me a lot and invoked my thought hence a change of stance.
Thanks a lot