"Ten seconds to DARKneSs"...

Ten seconds to impact and I was just there, staring, thinking of nothing in particular. I could not figure out what was going on. I could not figure out the reason for my standing in the middle of Lagos Abeokuta Express way. I knew I wanted to cross to the other side but as I was at the middle of the road I saw a red Toyota corolla lunching towards my direction moving at about 120km/hr. Eight seconds to impact and all I could do was stare. I froze. I didn’t know what was stopping me from moving on towards the curvet. I was trying to move forward but decided to move back to the edge of the road. I was still trying to make a decision but I couldn’t. I could hear the sound of the engine of the red corolla now. Was this guy stupid, or was it a lady, whatever, I didn’t care who was behind the wheel. All I cared about was how stupid the person was seeing me on the road and not yet ready to apply the brakes. Six seconds to impact; now I was worried. I was trying to panic but I felt unusually calm. On the outside though but on the inside I had began running up and down like the paranoid chicken on Christmas day, screaming for help, trying to get the attention of whoever was behind the wheel. I was jumping and waving with my two hands trying to flag him down, trying to get him hit the brakes. It felt like I had been rooted to the ground, like I was part of the coal tar that was used on the road. Three seconds to impact and the 20 years of my existence flashed through my eyes like a projector in a premier league viewing center. Like I was streaming my life’s video straight from you tube. All my dreams, all my expectations, all my aspirations were about to come to an end before my very eyes. I had not yet wed Meagan Good, I had not yet won the Pulitzer prize, I had not yet travelled the world, I had not yet made my first million, I had no kid to tuck in at 9pm, I had not yet bought my Porsche Cayenne, I had not yet built my 8 bedroom mansion with 9 bathrooms, a swimming pool, a basketball court, a lawn tennis court. Tears rolled down my eyes at this moment. Initially I could not move any part of my body but at that point I moved my head towards heaven and said a short prayer. “Into thy hands I commit my soul”. 3……..2………1……….DARKneSs….

"I Hate Valentine's Day".......

Waking up this morning, I could feel the excitement in the air. People hurriedly had their baths and brushed their teeth so they could have enough time for their make-up. I got up, had my bath and brushed very slowly. I tried to decide on what to wear and couldn't just figure it out. I looked out of my room and saw a very high percentage of girls wearing things with a touch of RED. I was an inch away from throwing up. I picked up a purple shirt, a pair of black trousers and black shoes. I was bent on not wearing anything which had red in it. "happy valentine's day" i could hear people say to each other, the bunch of ignorant people shouting from block to block wishing one another a happy valentine's day. As I walked to class, I pondered on what this day actually was and finally got to know how wrong people were about this day. how wrong is that? who calls the day that is meant to be a day of mourning St.Valentine's day? Nonsense! People exchanging gifts and hugging. I could imagine him gathering momentum to give all them all punches in their faces. and then came the worst part. Almost everyone in my class was wearing red. Seriously! don't people think?! Whoever told people that wearing RED on Valentine's day was appropriate should be stripped naked, tied to a chair and stoned to death. Don't people ever try to imagine that St.Valentine was allergic to RED or had an epileptic attack anytime he saw the colour RED? why do human beings have to be so ignorant and inconsiderate all the time? some people even kiss on Valentine's day.(shaking my head). What if St.Valentine never had a girlfriend and hated people kissing? People even give their girlfriends roses on Valentine's day. Nobody knows what killed him. What if a rose pricked him and he bled to death. No one ever look at things from his own point of view. People just feel they can celebrate the day stupidly and carelessly. Mmmmssccchheew. With all these valid points, I hope I've convinced you all why I hate people's view about celebrating valentine. P.S: I am 100% sure that St.Valentine had a sense of style so people should stop wearing red shirts on red skirts or trousers with red ties. It is clashing, insultive and has puke potential by Toni (An upcoming writer. Watch out for her)

“ONE FRUIT, TWO TREES”…

I came into existence through the most complicated manner on earth, not conventionally but by some way I knew nothing about until I was about to bring another of my kind to the earth. One big tree met another on a rainy night. The wind blew viciously and the two trees danced at the music of the storm that dark cold night. The moon wasn’t even in the sky but hid between the clouds at the claps of thunder. The two trees danced to the rhythm of the night in different directions and then in the same direction. They got to a point where they met and then just like magic, strange things began to happen. It felt like everything had started moving slowly. The wind whistled and their voices, like whistling were carried around by the wind. The droplets of rain fell in rhythmic fashion; even the sound of the droplets on the earth became as loud as the kick of drums. The mood was set, the environment cozy enough, their leaves slowly intertwined each leaf crawling slowly into the other leaf of the other tree. And then things started becoming intense. The wind began to blow wildly, the droplets raced themselves from the sky to the earth, the intertwining of the leaves became faster and more leaves were involved. The earth where they were rooted shook mildly at the intense nature which steadily increased until it got to a peak point where with one clap of thunder after 5seconds after a lightning spark. It was special, it was magical, it was a night to remember. After 9months I sprang forth from one of the trees. I was tiny, slimy, dirty and green, but I was lucky the rain came down on that night as well to wash me clean and then I saw the first of the sun. It was one of the most wonderful moments, as it smiled down on my skin through the holes and spaces between the leaves. Its tenderness warmed my skin and made me begin to grow. I’m a child begot by two parents. I’m a “FRUIT” begot by “TWO TREES”…

"With February comes ExCuSeS"...

Some call it the month of love, others define it with the colour 'RED'. Symbols such as hearts, apples are used in relation with it. February is finally here. its the month guys dread its the month girls love. its the month where children are conceived, its the month of love.I was in a restaurant the other day when I overhead a conversation between two guys. I was busy sipping my ice tea chatting with a friend on BBM but I couldn't help but eavesdrop on their conversation(we all do that right?). the guy in red was telling bald head about how he was so going to dump his girlfriend on Feb 13th. he went on and on about the girl being so materialistic and had way before the month of Feb been hinting him on gifts for him to get her for valentine's day (Feb 14 for the stale ones.lol) baldy had his good laugh and went in turn to tell red shirt about this new girl he was gonna hit. Red shirt asked him about his girlfriend and he started saying some nasty things about her. Obviously he was done with her but the reason as to why he was still in a relationship with her he could not really make out, and then his phone rang. it was his girlfriend calling. picking the call he said "hey honey" (lord have mercy) and then a pause "no I’m in church, I’m about to see the pastor another pause " I would be travelling on business tomorrow and would probably be back in march though" another pause "yeah I know right, how awful." another pause "i'm gonna miss you boo. love you, kiss kiss, bye". when he cut the call both guys burst into laughter.He had lied to his girlfriend about some lousy trip when he was going to be scheming to get a new girl. well guys, its best to stay faithful to your girl, playing always backfires, you know it but you still do it *SMH*. and to the ladies, every guy hates a materialistic girl trust me. it always seems the reason why you stick around is the Money even if its not sometimes. guys you know what to do, so do you girls. happy new month.

Nado...