Day 21: The Encounter

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Rachel stared at the screen with her eyes wide open, it almost looked like she was in shock. She was watching “Charmed”, an old TV series about witches, and interesting as it was, she didn’t believe in things like witches or magic or fantasy, super powers, or mutants, or a little demented girl who claimed she went to some place through a rabbit hole. Although she spent basically all her time watching one unrealistic thing or the other, she believed in hard facts, in science, and in the theory of cause and effect. She sat in the same position, eyes glued to the TV screen for another hour before deciding to call it a night. She was tired of hearing stories about “The Source” and whatnot. She bid her flat mates goodnight and fell right into bed the moment she got into her room; spending…

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Hello!! How is everyone doing? I know it’s been a while since i put something on here, and I’m not here to put something up yet. I’m so sorry, I don’t deserve your attention in anyway.

This here post is a repost of something i wrote recently on a friend’s blog. It’s an insurgency themed story and is full of tragedy for the most part. This is to prove to you that i did not totally abandon writing and to promise that I will come back to putting stuff on here very very soon.
Enjoy, I hope.

Ekoñ Ñke

It’s been seven months, three weeks, two days and four hours now since I last saw my daughter. She was smiling and waving as she walked away from me. I remember thinking that I had never loved anyone or anything as much as I loved her in that moment. There were a lot of moments like that when I had her with me; moments when I would just smile for no reason at all, when we’d go everywhere and do everything together because of her curiosity, when she wouldn’t let me work, because she wanted me to listen to the latest song she just learnt. She was an important addition to my life, more important to me than her father had been when I first met him. I still remember the day I lost her; I remember it like it was yesterday.
The sound of rain beating against the roof…

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BEARD GANG: Chronicles

Hello, my name is Deji and I hate my life right now. This is supposed to be my goodbye letter to the world as I know it, and let me tell you; the world is a very bad place to be in. The world is wicked, it is dangerous, it is full of people who hate you; especially women. As I am writing this, the level of sadness within me knows no bounds and I’m not proud to admit that I am weeping profusely right now. There is a razor, a bottle of Scottish whiskey and some lethal powder powerful enough to take out all your hair before me, and I’m going to use these things to end my excuse of a life. You probably don’t understand why I’m so sad; I will start from the beginning.

You see, it all started when I was sixteen, I was in my final year in secondary school and going through the late stages of puberty. According to my teachers and family members, I was an early bloomer so as at that age, my voice had already acquired a quite scary baritone level and I had a substantial amount of facial hair. I was also very tall and muscular. Anyways, I spent the better part of my SSS3 year searching for a girlfriend, because the girls either feared me or didn’t like me. I heard people call me names like “Gorilla”, African Santa and “Prince Hair-ry”. It didn’t faze me though, because I knew I was a fine boy and I had the money to back it up. My parents pampered me enough to boost my confidence anew every day.

The first girl in my life was Yetunde. She was the assistant class captain and in the league of the popular girls in school. She was gentle and everybody liked her, she never discriminated between the intelligent students and the dullards like other people of her clique tended to. We never used to talk, except for the occasional ‘hi’ until one very fateful day. It was her birthday and in a bid to prove to her that I wasn’t just a gorilla, but a tender hearted and kind one, I bought her a gift. It was a care pack – one of those small baskets full of random crap that supermarkets sold around valentine, but never really finished selling so we unsuspecting nice guys could get one for our women around Easter.
I had waited till closing and timed her exit so I collided with her just as she rounded the corner leading from our class block to the gate. She jumped a little then smiled when she saw it was me and gave me the famous friend zone side hug – which I didn’t mind, because hey, at least someone thought of me as their friend. I handed her the basket, said happy birthday and watched, to my surprise I might add, her eyes become as big as saucers right before she hugged me – full frontal hug this time -, gave me a peck right on the lips and zoomed off. I stood rooted to the spot; what the hell had just happened? I thought girls didn’t like me, I thought you only pecked your boyfriend on the lips; I thought she didn’t even know my name. There were so many thoughts running around in my mind that day and the next day and the day after. After thinking for about two weeks straight as to why she kissed me, I figured it out; it was the gift. I danced and sang and almost cried for joy in that “eureka” moment; I had it all figured out now. All the girls in the world were going to be mine.

I didn’t waste a lot of time after that, I started buying stuff for girls generally; little inexpensive things that made them hug me – full frontal, with a little body squeeze sometimes – all the time, especially Yetunde, because she was the one who showed me the way. I kept buying her gifts, and then one day, she said yes. Yes, she literally just said that; just “yes”. I was so confused at first. I asked her to explain and she told me now that I bought stuff for girls a lot, all the girls wanted me, but she knew deep down that she was the first person I ever wanted. I was still confused until she reminded me that she was the first person I bought a gift for. “Does that mean we are now boyfriend and girlfriend?” I asked. I couldn’t believe my eyes or ears. Then she said yes and leaned forward to kiss me and that was my first real kiss ever. Now ladies and gentlemen, this is where it really began.

The kiss was very weird at best, but it had made me feel more like a boss. I remember moving back a bit right after and asking her if she wanted to go again like I had seen some of my favorite foreign actors do on TV. You can imagine my surprise when she suddenly brought her hand to her mouth and said she’d rather we studied. It was more than a blow to my ego; it was the one incident that changed my life. It was the beginning of what I’d like to call the dark dages – get it? Because my name is Deji and ages sounds just like…… you know what, never mind.

So Yetunde and I had resumed studying that day and then for the rest of the school year, she avoided any kind of intimacy between us, especially kissing. She hated kissing me and it annoyed me sometimes, but I was getting used to just necking and doing other stuff. Right after our WASSCE exams, she called me and told me she was tired of our relationship. I begged and cried and bought lots of gift baskets, but she didn’t want me back and that was it. I moved on, forgot about the pain of high school, and started dating other people, although it never lasted past two months – I won’t go into all that because the story will be too long. I gained admission into the university and found my own clique too, they were exactly like me; confident, good looking and with crazy levels of excessive facial hair. We called ourselves the beard gang and I was the leader, because I was the hairiest (boss).

I dated a lot of girls and lived my life freely, until last Friday when I met Naomi. Naomi is one of the prettiest, most popular girls from the department of creative arts and she knows everybody, as in; EVERYBODY in the school. She’s basically the source of every rumor that has ever been passed around in this school. I never used to talk to her, because she constantly talks at increased decibel levels. But last Friday, one of my beard gang fam was having his party and I had no choice but to attend. I noticed Naomi looking hot as hell the moment she walked in, but I decided to ignore. The music started playing and I stepped up to the floor to dance with members of my gang, and let me tell you; I am a badass dancer. I hadn’t danced for up to ten minutes when I saw a butt, a gyrating big ass butt in front of me. I lost the ability to think the moment I saw the butt and decided to acquire the owner, whether or not she wanted me. It turned out the owner of the butt was Naomi.

This didn’t faze me at all; I decide to lay down my pride and talk to her, you know, God hates pride, so I tried to get to know her a bit. I went to dance with her for a while and managed to get her out of the party, into my car. At first, she didn’t say anything, just stared at my face for about twenty seconds, then started laughing. I wondered why she was laughing, but I wasn’t so bothered. We got to talking and I found out I liked her a lot. She was warm and funny and surprisingly smart. When she asked if I was an only child, I was very happy. She was now interested in my family too, this was going so well. “Yes” I said proudly, stroking my mane. “So you’re the only hair… sorry, hair… sorry…. The one who’s going to inherit all the money?” she asked. I wanted to feel insulted, but she looked honestly curious so I nodded.
“Okay” she said “I’m going to try something real quick, don’t be offended.” That was all the warning I got before she grabbed me and kissed me. At first I was shocked, but I settled quickly into the kiss and kissed her back with everything I had.

Suddenly she pulled back and stared at me, her expression a mixture of shock and joy. “I can’t believe this. Oh my God, I can’t believe it.” she said over and over as she stared at me and brought her hand to her mouth. “ What? ! ” I asked a bit irritated, I didn’t get why girls always kissed me first then did the ‘I’m-a-very-shy-person’ hand to mouth thing. The next thing that happened is why I’m here fam, why I’m holding this razor so close to my neck right now.

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Naomi brought out three strands of bear-bear hair from her mouth and started laughing, and then she got out of the car. Five minutes after that, everybody in the school was laughing at me. I could hear their joint laughter as I huddled under the blankets inside my fresh boy BQ room. They are still laughing now, and I can’t take it anymore. I thought I was gonna live this beard gang life to the end, but I can’t mahn. It’s just too hard. So with tears running down my face profusely and with immense regret in my soul, I have decided to shave today.

Peace and love
X O
Signed; A former beard gang member.

THE COLOUR WHITE

The colour white; my least favourite
How very symbolic that white
Hides no stains, reveals all blemishes
White; so pure, so proud of its purity

Disdainful white, at the core of everything
Perfect in every way, never hiding
White so kind, it lighten burdens

The colour of purity
The colour of peace
The colour of power
The colour on plains
The colour that’s plain
Direct opposite of black
Pretty and innocent
This colour bright

The colour white; my least favourite.

READ ALL ABOUT IT

Hello there. How is everyone?

So its been a while; I haven’t been on here in almost three months. I didn’t realize how much I missed this blog, until a friend helped me see that today.

Okay, so I recently fell in love with Emeli Sande’s “Read All About It”, its just such an awesome song. How it makes me feel/i interpret it is what today’s post is.

Enjoy. I hope.

You’ve got the words to change a nation. But you’re biting your tongue

Why won’t you just let it out? Why won’t you say how you feel? Do you like the pain, do you enjoy the sadness?………

………..you’ve spent a life time stuck in silence, afraid you’ll say something wrong.

You have what it takes, you know how to play the game……

………you’ve got a heart as loud as lions
So why let your voice be tamed?

Why do you cower in defeat and suffer all the shame?……..

…….maybe we’re a little different…..

Maybe I’m rich and you’re poor, maybe I’m black and you’re white, maybe we are from opposite ends of life, but……
………there’s no need to be ashamed
You’ve got the light to fight the shadows, stop hiding it away; so come on, be strong.

I wanna sing, I wanna shout
I wanna scream ’til the words dry out……
……….. I want to say everything you’re afraid to say.

So put it in all of the papers,

Because even if it means everyone will know,
I’m not afraid; they can read all about it.

At night we’re waking up the neighbours……..
……… We’re starting a revolution.

Making sure that we’re remembered, because we all matter too. If the truth has been forbidden, then we’re breaking all the rules. It’s about time we got some airplay of our version of events………

……….. Someone has to hear, to see how we feel. Let us damn the consequences and raise our voices. If you’re scared,………

……….There’s no need to be afraid, I will sing with you my friend.

We will fight together and change this world now that we’re finally finding our voices. Just take a chance, come and fight with me.

And even if everyone will know,…….

I’m not afraid
They can read all about it.

LOVE LETTER TO A STRANGER 3

Hello Stranger. A wise man once said that the woman he desired would rather fall in chocolate than fall in love with him.

His name is Adam Young and I am not him.

Are you pushing me to see this reality? That I am undeserving of your love? Why will you not reply me? Would you rather swim with the sharks than take a chance with romance? This is the third letter and still you have not responded to my gentle entreaties. I am pushed to the wall and forced to abandon this fool’s quest. My pen is weary and my words, those trusty stewards of emotion and passion, are slipping from my grip. I wonder why my head is in tandem with my heart. I wonder why both have connived to cause me such misery. I have eaten but the once delightful taste of wine is as the distasteful spewing of grime. I have slept many a night but my dreams are shadowed by the grim figure of despair – waiting for my sense and sensibilities to cave in.

Perhaps I should surrender my strengths to this insanity. Why would I fall for a stranger? Why this deep grief that eats into the fabric of my mind? Can our love exist? Is it nothing but the figment of my overactive imagination? Can you change it, that you are not completely mine, that I am not completely yours? Some have mocked me and others urged me to beseech the Lord for help in this matter. Oh God, look upon this poet and calm his mind about what must be – for love demands everything and completely with good reason. Ours ought to be a sweltering love affair that overwhelms and empowers all at once, that is how it should be for me with you and for you with me – only you do not know or you ignore this, that I dare to live for myself and for you as well. I am tied to the speeding train of love and dare I remove all restraints, I would be crushed by desire. If only we were wholly united and inextricably linked, you would feel this as painfully, just as I do.

While still in bed my thoughts turn towards you my Immortal Beloved, now and then happy, then sad again, waiting, refreshing the screen hoping that you might have commented – I can only live either wholly with you or not at all. Yes, I have resolved to stray about in the fields of poetic musings with prosaic contraptions, until I can fly into your arms, and enjoy the absolute thrill of my soul hugged by you in the realms of undiluted passion. Yes unfortunately it must be, that you may compose yourself all the more stoic since you know of my faithfulness to you. Never can another own my heart, never – never? – O God why do I have to be separate from someone whom I love so much, and yet my life as it is now is a miserable life. Your love makes me at once most happy and most unhappy – at my age I would now need some conformity, regularity in my life – can this exist in our relationship?

Yet there is another question that lingers in the crannies and crevices of my cranium, a question that ruins my midnight journey across the sea of reverie – DO YOU EXIST? Are these letters nothing but the impassioned gibberish of a madman?

I shall pause here to regain my thoughts. I hope you respond and quiet my doubts.

NARCISSUS

“I wonder when this lad will cease bringing dishonor to my name.” Kephisos, the river god thought aloud as he sat on his throne and watched his son Narcissus play; even if he couldn’t call what he did ‘playing’. The lad was always putting his hair in place or brushing his eyebrows to perfection and his obsession with and pride in his looks had become a source of constant worry and irritancy to the ruling council of the Aliakmonas river.

The lad in question, oblivious to all the noise around him puckered his lips in disapproval as he caught his reflection in the shinny surface of one of the gold pillars in his father’s chambers. A hair was already out of place; he loathe when this happened. He had just taken three steps from when he last smoothened his hair and now a hair was out of place again. Sighing angrily, he brought out his Shark teeth comb and ran it through his glorious mane, taking the time to pat each hair back in place. He had been under great pain lately, his head and his heart in turmoil from Ameinias’ untoward advances and the unrepentant sounds of Ekho crying out his name at odd moments of dawn.

Ekho had loved him so much, but her love and beauty were no match for his own magnificence. If he were being fair and honest, nothing on earth, the mountains or in the sky was a match for his magnificence. Ekho had been a chatterbox and he was tolerant of her then, because all she talked about was his beauty. He had started to think that maybe he could ordain her as his praise singer since she loved him so, but her constant talking angered Hera and so she cursed Ekho so she could only repeat the last words of whatever was said. Ekho’s inability to speak of Narcissus’ beauty and stroke his ego like the old days annoyed him so much that he spurned her without thinking. Her fragile heart couldn’t take it and the pain was so much that she had faded away into night uttering the last two words from his final statement the day he spurned her; “love you” along with his name.

Lost in thoughts of the unfortunate Ekho, Narcissus did not see his mother float up to him, until she touched him. With a loud shriek, he jumped away from her protecting his face and was about to flee when he noticed it was his mother. Liriope; Narcissus’ mother was a fountain nymph and the only person who’s beauty almost rivaled Narcissus’. Unlike her son, she wasn’t vainglorious and possessed a kind heart which encouraged the members of the council to tolerate Narcissus’ extremeties. Liriope put her hand on her son’s shoulder again and took his hand from his hair as she always did.

“Son, please tell me what troubles you” She asked, her concern evident in her tone. Narcissus loved it when someone pleasede to hear his problems so he took her hands and started to speak of his troubles.

“I hear Ekho’s voice mother, everywhere I go and Ameinias won’t leave me alone. Every time I close my eyes in slumber or go out to wash myself in the lake, I feel his presence; he never stops calling on me.” Narcissus’ frustration was evident as he poured out his heart to his mother who stood there watching him in pity. His troubles were next to nothing and inconsequential in the big scheme of things, but she couldn’t tell him that. Zeus had summoned her just days before and advised her to caution her son, because his proud ways were beginning to vex him. Liriope really felt sorry for her son, thinking he was above all in his own little world. “Come son, rest your head on my bossom and ignore your troubles.”

Narcissus loved resting his head on his mother’s bossom. The act made him feel small, safe and important all at once. While he was still revelling in the joy of his mother’s love, a commotion at the outer gate caught his attention. Pushing his mother gently to the side, he walked to the window to get a clearer look. The guards were trying to restrain Ameinias who didn’t even budge for a moment. Ameinias was a merchant who worked downtown and suffered the same ailment Ekho did; love for Narcissus. But unlike Ekho, Ameinias was strong and refused to take no for an answer even when Narcissus publicly and heartlessly rejected him and his gift of a beautiful hand carved white flower on the last celebration of the recurring day of his birth.

Narcissus watched as Ameinias effortlessly overpowered the guards and march purposefully towards his father’s chambers. He rather admired the way the giant brutish Merchant moved and hated him even more for it. Ameinias was the same age as him, except that he wasn’t a god; even tho he had almost god-like strength. Narcissus couldn’t lie to himself, he admired this man and although he wished to accept Ameinias and show him love, he could not. What would the people think of him? The great Narcissus, fairest in all the land; surely he couldn’t sink as low as Ameinias. Also, the council frowned upon ρομαντικι αγαπι between two μεγαλοι αντρεσ and even if he didn’t care about them, he wasn’t ready to be ridiculed.

“Narcissus! My love! The one whose eyes shine brighter than Hellios’ glaring glory.” Ameinias’ loud declaration rang loudly in the hall as he pushed past the guards and entered the inner chambers. Liriope at a loss for words left the chamber and went to find her husband in the hope that he could stop the madness. Narcissus watched as Ameinias stalked towards him and entertained images of the both of them together in a meadow with white flowers all around them, even as he kept a straight face and maintained an uninterested look. Ameinias was before him now and on one knee, tears running down his face as he proclaimed undying love for Narcissus.

“Enough!” Narcissus snapped, already exhausted by the whole situation. Silence ensued immediately, the guards who had now recovered and were in the room charging towards Ameinias frozen in their tracks. All were waiting to hear what Narcissus’ verdict would be. “Go home Ameinias, you’re beneath me.”

Ignoring the different murmurs and chuckles coming from the guards and the fresh trail of tears running down Ameinias’ face, he turned and proceeded to walk out of the room but sounds from behind him stopped him again. What he saw when he turned around stopped him cold; Ameinias had already grabbed one of the royal swords on the wall and was fighting against the guards restraining him. Over powering them once again, he succeeded in getting to the door of the chambers and to everybody’s shock stabbed himself. Everything stood still as they watched him bleed slowly to his death. Narcissus can’t stand the sight of his filthy blood and turns to leave again when Ameinias shouts; “Avenge me, Nemesis!” And immediately dies.

Narcissus retired to his chambers early that day, hoping that the godess Nemesis didn’t hear Ameinias’ death wish. Nemesis particularly disliked him because of his conceited nature. Like it was his fault that he was above all men and gods, except maybe Zeus, in every way. With thoughts of the day’s events and pictures of Ameinias’ corpse in his mind, he fell asleep.

The sound of his name woke him up at first, then slowly his surroundings became clear to him. He was stretched out on the lake shore, the water gently slapping him as the breeze blew in his direction. He didn’t understand how he got to the edge of the lake as he was in bed only moments before. The night was dark and the silence was thick and smothering him by the second. “Narcissus” the voice came again, making him jump. Moving into a crouching position, he began to look for the source of the sound when he came upon the most beautiful face he had ever seen gazing out at him from within the lake. “Oh my, such beauty; such resplendent beauty. Who are you, fair one?” He asked, laying down at the edge of the lake. The face smiled at him as the breeze began to blow harder and leaves started rising to form an encasement around Narcissus.

“That is you.” Nemesis’ voice replied in the wind. “Now, you shall have your love and beauty to yourself forever, vain one.” The wind stopped suddenly and everything became normal, but Narcissus noticed nothing. He lay there, frozen, smiling at the face in the lake and murmuring words of love and adoration to it.

King Minos, Aeacus and Radamanthus watched the recent events with Narcissus and laughed in unism. Narcissus didn’t understand his predicament yet, by the time his eyes opened, he’d be too far gone. “What do we do to him?” Aeacus asked his colleagues. “Ah, let him suffer for some time.” King Minos replied heartily, happy at another man’s suffering. “Yes, it is no use sending him to Tartarus now. He will have all eternity to rot there. For the sin of vanity is punishable by death. He must be broken.” Radamanthus concluded as they all burst out laughing again.

The deep voice of men laughing moved with the wind and blew Narcissus’ hair as he smiled at his reflection in the lake not feeling, not knowing, just in love. He didn’t feel it when Hellios unleashed his anger and burned the earth with great heat, he didn’t feel it when Poseidon unleashed the his anger and the great sea spilled over and washed out every living thing on earth. He didn’t feel it when Hades decided to disturb the world from the confines of the underworld and split the earth in different places, and he didn’t feel it when his body started to fade, slowly,painlessly until it was nothing but his glorious mane now pure white at the edge of the lake, straining to touch the face in the water. Even when the hair started to fade into the earth, Narcissus felt nothing but his love for his reflection. Until he faded into nothingness, bringing new life in his place.

A beautiful flower, like the one Ameinias had carved for him grew in his place. The flowers; pure and white like the shiny silk of his hair. The flower bowing slightly towards the lake as Narcissus’ soul strained to love his reflection still, even in death. 

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