₦airaland Forum

I woke up early, Sunday morning,
contemplating a shower and what to wear,
drenched in sweat, dullness,
my head throbbing faster than my pulse
my tongue gripping the roof of my mouth,
then nausea.

I rose unsteadily, my knees buckling,
my hands trembling
I stumbled and fell, clumsy.
The wall clock told me five
I tried real hard to plan;
impossible. God, I needed a drink!
I tried to stand on my feet; futile.
Oh, If only I had a helping hand!

Grief, loneliness, I was awash with sadness.
Poor, sad, lonely Adewale- the crown that came,
it's apalling how convoluted the mind could be,
One day a big family,
the next just me.
One match, one can;
condemning flames of fire.

My stage, my call;
their exit to eternity.
Was I impulsive, callous,
or completely insane?
Can the ecstasy provide
for the lives I claim?
How many lives,
Oh, how much blood on my hands!

Fresh beads broke out.
Why was I sweating like a damned 'Christmas Goat'?
I resolved to seek salvation- oh lord, cleanse me!
but how did it come to this?

Priviledged, spoilt and abused- no excuse.
Detested, rejected, a cast-away- yes!
I showed them all!
But who was I fooling?
money, women, drugs,
armed robbery, even rape!
Oh God, have mercy on me!

DID YOU HAVE MERCY ON THEM?

what was that? Oh, my head!
I took out 501 Brandy,
gulped it down like water.
It burnt me, revived me-
I was walking on air again,
back to being immortal.

I crawled back to bed, shivering;
I was suddenly so cold inside
almost like my blood was being drained.
I drifted slowly,
conflicts swirled in my head,
then a voice as clear as day:
"You are a beast my child."
more conflicts,

Was I a beast?
with effort I got up,
put a boiler in a bowl of water, plugged to a socket
then the switch.
what the,
power went off.
I returned gently to bed
sleep closed my lids in an instant,
I found myself in a pit surrounded by fire;
I was in hell
and there was no tomorrow.

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