On my way

We all need a safe place.

Poetricks

As I go by this road to a place unfamiliar. Leaving everything I know of behind. But, I feel like i’m escaping. I don’t want to look back. Only forward. I take this journey as a transformation. Putting myself out there for the world to lay down it’s path. Do I know where I am going. No, I don’t. But, do u want to turn back around and go back to the place where I am familiar with. The answer is no. I don’t like the familiar anymore. It’s so real that it is slowly drowning my soul. I feel like a fountain that isn’t strong enough to bore out water from it’s core. A fountain for no one to look and admire it’s ever flowing nature. But, I want this journey to take me to places I have never been before. To somewhere that doesn’t have the scent of…

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No Idea

Is schizophrenic bloodlust? Can it be cured.

Emotions

Decision making be looking like rocket science😂

No One Is Totally Broken (Flash Fiction)

I looked at the faces present in the room, I shook my head, none of us can be saved, this gathering is a useless one, as if reading my mind, the instructor said.

“No one is totally broken, and no one is beyond repairs, this gathering is not about what to do or what not to do, in order to get rid of your addictions, it is for you to share your pains and make sure you don’t burden yourself with something so trivial…..”

“Trivial!” James snorted, he looked worse than always, the bags around his eyes had become bulky, everyone turned his way, but he wouldn’t meet our gaze, instead he stared blankly at his shaking hands.

‘This one is past repair’ I thought to myself. For someone in over his head on crack and weed, it’s a miracle he had not decided to stop coming. This gathering is not a total loss after all, now I know I don’t want to end up like James.

“Let us call it a day” the instructor hadn’t finished his statement, when we all got up to leave, like zombies, we dragged our skeleton shaped body out the door. “We will meet next Monday?” he said after us, silence was all he got back. “Monday it is then!”

*****

“Hey Mister! Mister!” someone shook me gently.

“Hmm?” I blabbered

“Are you OK mister?” I could ask the same thing of her, walking around bare footed.

“Yes, why do you ask?”

She came closer with an umbrella, protecting me from the rain. And for the first time I realized I was soaked wet.

“I was watching you from over there” she pointed to the firm across the road. “And I was wondering why you didn’t run from the rain. My friends think you are crazy, are you?”

Tears rolled down my face, do I tell her I wanted to commit suicide, I tried to speak but she stopped me.

“Come with me, you can tell me all about your troubles”

*****

“I found someone as my anchor, in whom I placed my focus” The instructor said, “I was once like you guys, worse maybe, but here I am. Your anchor doesn’t necessarily have to be a person, it could be a craft or a hobby you love.”

“I love writing and reading novels” James said, “I love video games” I chipped in, soon the room was filled with voices of people who had locked themselves away from the world. “OK guys! Why don’t you all go home today, and do that thing you love, come back next Monday with some mouth sizzling stories”

“See you next Monday Mr. Daniel” James was the first to leave the room, this is the first time I saw him happy about our next meet up, and so was everyone. I guess the idea that everything is going to be good is uplifting.

 

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Short Story: “Ralia The Sugar Girl” (final chapter / chapter 6)

N.B: This isn’t the original story, but a product of my imagination.

Pow pow pow, pow pow pow. “Wake up Ralia, wake up!”. I scared Nku as I jolted awake, she looked worried, but there was this light behind her eyes that had me curious. The last time I saw that light, was when Samson, the kings spoilt son, asked her to the Ake festival. “How long was I asleep for” I staggered to my feet.

“I don’t know” she was smiling, I felt embarrassed, I was definitely snoring, again.

“Did anyone come to the river, while I was asleep?” I asked. 

Nobody comes to the river on Fridays. It provided an opportunity for us, to bathe in the river, without the fear of been seen naked, other days we would just wash, this was one of those days. I found a nice place away from the river, to rest my tired body, after I was done washing.

“No…. Yes!” She answered. “But you were not snoring at the time”. We knew each other like the back of our hands, I was not surprised when she knew what I was thinking about, I turned away embarrassed.

“Why were you smiling?” She ignored me, she packed our things in a hurry, and it scared me, but something about the way she did it made me calm.

“Pull yourself together” I shook her forcefully. “Did Samson come when I was asleep?” Not waiting for an answer I said, “Did he touch you?” I turned her left and right, searching her body for marks.

“No. You know it is over between us, centuries ago” we laughed at her joke, for what seemed like eternity. “Guess” she jerked me gently, in retaliation to when I shook her, silly girl.

“You…”

“Our fathers are back” I had totally forgotten, they were coming back today. Nku sure knows how to break a news, always playing with my curious mind. Without a word, I ran towards the village.

“What about our things!” Nku called after me.

“We will come back for them”

I had not gotten far,  when she caught up with me, giggling like crazy, we both know, she is stronger and the faster than I am. A feeling of Déjà vu, hit me as she pulled me along, I became uneasy, ‘what if….’, I stopped the thoughts from coming to life, dreams are stupid, I said to myself, as I stumbled after Nku.
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Short Story: “Ralia The Sugar Girl” (chapter 5)

N.B: This isn’t the original story but a product of my imagination.

We walk side by side in the darkness, neither of us saying a word. “Are you scared?” I said jokingly into the air. Micheal looked at me from the corner off his eyes, he smirked, he said something under his breath. “Are you talking to me?” I demanded.

“No” he said, as he nervously avoided a cob web. I covered my mouth with both hand to stop myself from laughing, it was of no use, I burst out laughing ecstatically. “It is not what you think…” “You are scared of spiders” I interrupted. He was going to say something, but his face said it all. “No way!” I exclaimed, no one could imagine a fiercely looking man like Michael could be scared of anything.

“Have you heard of Sapites?” I shook my head. “Sapites are large spiders with thick webs” he continued. “Webs thick enough to strangle a man” I answered with an ‘hmm’. “No one believed me, not even the police, they claimed to have found traces of cob webs on my fathers jacket” his eyes glowed in the dark, he looked like he was going to cry, but he held back his tears. “My father created the Sapites, it was his life work. He was killed right there in my presences with the same thing he created.”

I was lost for words, I did not know what to say, though I might have lost my father, he wasn’t killed in my presence. I chose to stay silent as a sign of respect.

By the time we made it to the Dandelion flower, the sun was just coming up. I could hear my fathers voice somewhere in the back of my head. ‘This specie of Dandelion flower, is very territorial, a time will come no other plant will grow within root length .”  It sparkled in the morning sun, illuminating the barren soil around it, not even the smallest weed grew around it. “It is beautiful” I said absent mindedly.

“Raliat!” Michael tugged me gently, “What we seek should be beneath the flower.” “We will have to uproot it?” I asked. 

“Yeah, and we have to do it now, there is no time to waste.” I protested, but he was busy digging a hole around the flower. “You can replant it once we are done here” he handed me the uprooted flower, stood up and cleaned his trousers. “Did you get it?” I asked as I placed the flower back were it belonged.

“I am sorry” Micheal stood over me, I looked up from where I was bent over, “This is the only way you can be free” Micheal pointed a gun at my face. I tried to say something but I was cut off by the sound of a gun, I never thought I would see the day death comes knocking.

Short Story: “Ralia The Sugar Girl” (chapter 4)

N.B: This isn’t the original story, but a product of my imagination.

The silence afterwards was a long and frustrating one. The thoughts that I am the only living person able to find the weapon made it worse.

“You are safe with me” Micheal reassured me. He tried to liven my mood with words. “Your father called me Rosco, he said it reminds him of you”. ” it means…. ”

“My seed” we said in unison, father called me Rosco when I was little, he did so even in his letters, when I was little he wrote me a song, the same day he took me into Oru forest to plant a dandelion seed.

Ever since I became a MAN, I have had my Rosco by my side, my little flower that shines in the sunlight. My Rosco is a Dandelion. My Rosco is a beautiful Dandelion.

I sang it two more times, it helped me take my mind off the troubles at hand. As if possessed, I ran to the stack of letters on the floor, I searched them for something, I don’t know what I am looking for, but I have a feeling I will know when I find it. When I was done I had eight letters separately laid out, I looked up at Micheal who had been bending over me, he looked confuses, he looked more confused when he saw me smiling. I turned to the scattered eight letters and arranged them side by side, I pointed to the top left corner of the first letter where a tiny word was written. It took me months of tightly hugging and rereading to notice them.

“Do?” Micheal read the word on the first letter, he looked at me for assertion that he saw the word right, I responded with a nod. “Do not forget, …..the location of ….the Dandelion” he read through the eight letters.

“What is the matter?” Micheal asked when he saw my mood change. “It has been three years since I last visited the spot” I screamed in anger, “What if I cannot find it exact location, what if the rains  have washed it away, what…..” Micheal put his arms around me and held me to himself tightly, my anger dropped to the depth of my gut. “Go to sleep now, we can worry about that tomorrow” he lifted me from my feet, walked to the bed and placed me gently on it. “Now it is time to sleep”

My eyes closed shut immediately.