Summary!!!

Some people who appear so jovial might have demons they are fighting,Some like Denat may not air them out…
To some people their statuses are avenues which they could let go off the bitterness and sorrows in their heart,though some update for fun,while others make theirs look like a jigsaw puzzle, understood by only their close folks...
No matter how it is,Even though you don't check up on people,atleast show some love by just being sure the things they update are not bits of their sorrow which might be a sequel to suicide...
Don't be too busy to let love lead...
One love!!!

Read below!!

LOOK UP- AmosRich(Coined from a true life story)

"And when we went out to chill with real friends,
We took our virtual friends along..
Our drinks lost its chills while we pinned down our heads,
smiling at our screens with our fingers swiping through..
Giggling at some instance,
we distract our real friends with loud laughter..
Only we know what our virtual friends say or do..
Except in some moments we share the fun
While still sitting and our drinks sweating…
None of us noticed that Denat as he loved to be called was quiet...

Denat would have been long forgotten by his Kith and kin…
a young vivacious gentle man,
always happy and cheerful,
radiating positive vibes that infects anyone who comes around him…
What saved Denat, if truly he was saved on that fateful eve that he chose to end it all,
was his status updates…

Tired of many situations known only to him,
Denat had bought sniper from a local store with the hope that it's better he ends his endless pillow-soaking tears,
which no one knew about,
the depression he felt alone,
the lonely nights that swallowed him up and allowed voices in his head to sneak in and deceive him that no one cared,
the sad moments of swinging moods that tormented him all along.
.."His sorrow was one that no one else would understand," he thought..

Even while our heads were pinned in our devices,
That night was a night anyone could have called "fun-filled"
where we all gathered to celebrate a reunion of old school mates.
everyone joyful and enthusiastic,
partying with drinks and reveling,
but strategies of Denat's nocturnal plot he orchestrated surreptitiously in his mind
..like a project manager would do to a million dollar project,
he had it well scripted within;
the last words he'll say,the notes he'll drop,the messages he will send with time delivery,the plea for forgiveness..and most especially his last status updates…

Then it was time,
seated by his oakwood bedside with blurry stares at his vintage lantern,
blur caused by hot tears rolling down the side of his bearded chicks
Reading over his last notes to himself made him sob the more..
what would make a young man decide to end it all?,even nature couldn't fathom..
He rose through the ranks in his accounting profession so fast that his cohorts envied him,earning in huge figures that bank cashiers would have to take a second look to confirm his face on the account balance they saw..
He owned a height that was admiringly tall he'll fit for the answer to every ladies prayers..
He had a face that you might want to call beautiful and handsome...
The elegance of his dress sense was always something the fashion magazine's would want to put on front pages..
Yet he was not living..

He had mixed feelings,
not about the act but about the best way to do it..the fastest way that could just make it end abruptly…
one last time,he went thru pictures of good times with families and friends but that did no help in making him rethink his immediate action...
His hands shivered while he typed the last update,
panting like a long distance racer on the last lap,
even the life inside him was scared of being released..
he wrote "Finally,I'll find peace"...then immediately drank the first bottle...which made him fall deep…

Scott and some of us still hanging out at the pup after Denat had left for his journey of no return on the excuse that he needs to sleep early saw the update and began analyzing…
one of us said, "since he became rich,he didnt enjoy our company anymore,he prefers to have his peace at home".

another said "maybe he was tired of the days work or maybe his girlfriend has left him"
But none of us understood what he meant by "sleeping early"...except Scott….

Scott read it again and frowned within.."things might not be alright" he mumbled.
He was one of our friends that was always showing empathy..
Times where anyone would put up status with vague meanings and depressing undertones,Scott was always the one to decipher and unlock,bringing people out of a lot of moods….

Scott got up..picked a race,and hit his car accelerator so hard we thought he was possessed..
In a bit to stop him,we followed as we all headed for Denat,whose car we saw by a bridge close to his estate..We thought he jumped..but No!,Scott thought,".Denat hated the waters,a phobia from childhood memories that made him always turn down pool and beach parties..."..
Now we knew something was wrong…

We sped down to his home…
....doors locked tight like the convicts penitentiary..
he must have used the back door..
When Denat heard footsteps,he never wanted the crew to disturb his peace..so he gulped down the full bottle of the sniper while we banged and broke the door...he said to us..."Peace be still"...

Then the torment set in...
The road to hospital wasn't that close...
His struggle to fight back for life..
The tears and wailings from his friends...
The peaceful death he envisaged,became a torture...
Pages wouldn't let me narrate the ordeal...
For he gave up..in the arms of his friends…



The news became like whirlwind,"Denat is Gone"
Friends,Family and Colleagues began flooding his social media spaces with encomiums of his lifetime...
Everyone one thought "What would have made Denat kill himself"?.
....for he was everyone's favourite…

"Denat!,wake up..its morning"
He thought it was the afterlife,all his friends and family gathered in his apartment,shedding tears,comforting and blaming while he chose to kill himself...
astonished he reached out for the bottle of sniper and found out he had mistaken drank a full dose of sleeping tablets he had in his car instead of the sniper he bought…
The tablet knocked him to deep sleep immediately making him dream his own suicide travail…
Denat never knew if he should thank his stars or feel ashamed...it was serendipity...there and then he saw love and care in their eyes and concern in their hearts.
Suicide was never the answer…

The path you take is so tough,
I need more knowledge to trace...
The road you travel so rough,
I have to ply by grace..

Your strides are far too wide,
I hop to tag along..
The pace you run so swift,
May my strength keep me long...

The times you had to struggle,
The success that came to be..
On those lessons I bubble,
The scripts you show to me...

The footprints you leave each day,
I take my time to follow...
Each time I watch and pray,
The sands should not be shallow...

The counsel you teach my heart,
I meditate all my life...
For your wisdom,I duff my hat,
Its made me to stay alive...

~@amosrich~