How majestic they looked in the night sky.
To the perfectly shaped blood moon I give a piece of my mind in silence and to the stars he admired before he joined them I'll admire too till it's my time. --- Simo


How time flies that he has lost track of it's existence and the reality he dwells, he had calculated every step, every move, every possible way to make it through so he could get a hold of himself, a night so cold yet he had sweats dripping all over, even the stars could not preside over such an occasion, a bloody night that would put smiles and laughter to his mouth and all those who participated in the feast till it's their last breath.
If he could turn this water into wine he will without hesitation knowing fully well that he is just one out of a million that would but he is no God so he lives each day like the lost soul he is. He is living the life of his father or any other man in this world not knowing who but feels they're all walking through a serie of straight lines just at different intervals. He walks with the living yet lives like the dead, forgotten like the wind that just blew past, what is his penance ? He would always ask, what offering shall he burn to redeem himself ? Hoping and begging his creator to send his future blessings to his present so he'd be able to see the future. Admiring the brightest stars each night gives him hope he could get to shine bright as them some day, so another child would wish to shine bright like him when he's gone just like he did another but reality remains silent, He knows he has to break free, emancipating himself from this mental slavery that feasts on his thoughts.

His thoughts has always been his haven until it was overthrown, overthrown by these same thoughts. He has lived and he's still leaving, dancing to the sounds, breathing this air and fading with every tik tock.
He finds himself battling endlessly to see the next hour as he is uncertain of his victory, not knowing what the next minute, next hour, next decade holds for him, what maggot will come feast on his flesh as he sleeps endlessly beneath the earth. If only he is certain of a better life after death then he would willingly loose this battle but like we all he is not certain of an afterlife, he is not certain if he would roam this earth after death or live in the city of Gold. Each day presenting a whole new episode as though he is trying to know more than he can take and be wise to just himself without living by the rules of a simple man.


The manner in which these events unfolds
And the tone at which he hears his name from beneath his feet makes him uncertain of his next sunrise. Q¹Lost in his shelter, living an old life at an early age. The smile on their faces as they passed by made him feel like a god on earth, could it be the Christmas scent that filled the air that placed such beautiful smiles on their faces ? well it did not matter much to him as he was in his fullest, happy as the sun. The urge, the zeal, passion that drives him is one you'll understand only if you are him, the first amongst others made him a god in their eyes, so he strives for the best at whatever cost it may be.


Stephen Imoyera Oshioma