INSIDE LIFE VII

Loneliness has really dealt with me and has taken a toll on my mental health, I took a sharp object and inscribed this writing on the floor where I sat, "never cry for the person who hurted you

walk with your head high

smile and say

thanks for giving me a chance

to find someone better than you

never hate jealous people

for they are jealous because they think

you're better than them

instead , you're better of the circumstances around you

don't waste your time of revenge

those who hurt you will eventually

reap what they sow

never tell anyone your plans

show them the results instead by letting go, and letting God

the totality of the body of work will speak for itself

one of the greatest lessons from the life God blesses you with

is there is no market for your emotions

so never advertise your feelings

humble yourself in showing an inspirational attitude

don't ever give up

your day will come

it's only a matter of time

if you're helping someone and expect something in return

that's business, not kindness

trust means everything

but once it's broken

sorry means nothing

it takes the forgiveness from God to help you forgive someone

always remember

that your present situation

is not the final destination

the best is yet to come

never leave true relationships

nobody is perfect except Our Lord

nobody is correct

at the end, affection is greater than perfection

don't show your face in funeral as i'm laying down in a casket

how much you cared about me

show me how much you care now

while i'm alive by the grace of God

never reply when you're angry

never make a promise when you're happy

never make a decision when you're sad

stop expecting loyalty from folks who are disloyal and dishonest

life is precious, it's what you make of it

time goes by fast. no fast forward, no rewind

enjoy the moment as it approaches

don't give up

the beginning is always the hardest

when you wish good for others

good things come back to you

this is something God will honor

difficulties in your life do not come to destroy you

but to help you realize the true hidden and revealing potential and power

if a drop of water falls in a lake, it loses its density

if a drop of water drops on a lotus leaf, it shines like pearls

the drop is the same, only the company matters

life is beautiful

by the day, by the hour, by the minute

will not come again in this lifetime

avoid fights, and bitterness

speak life and love to someone

every pain reveals a lesson

and every lesson changes a person

never stop learning

because life never stops teaching

spoken words from wisdom."

Under the bed I found a typewriter, luckily for me I was able to put down an article to The President, condemning him.

My Doctor that was now fond of me barged in and gave me to some hefty men dragging me to the direction of the prison cell, I looked back and saw him picking up my article.

***

"They are all dead, our guys are dead, Guy," He looked around to see if anyone was perhaps around the confined cell room and squatted. "I hear say Buhari don pay our men to kill you this night." He broke out in pidgin language.

"I am happy." I said.

"You bi mad man? Me I de reason your matter, you no suppose dey this prison, guys wey dey here are bloody criminals but you bi innocent person." Williams felt irritated. "Nelson Mandela, how you go open blog come dey yarn nonsense talk, or you no get sense."

"I spoke the truth my friend, all I ever did was try to make Nigeria better, and am happy I impacted lives with my famous blog, I'll be in history like Nelson Mandela, that's a life worth living for." I corrected.

"Chai!" Williams hugged me. "I know I bi your cell mate, your a good man, you don't deserve this, this is why nobody talks, the government will silence you and if you can't stay silent they'll kill you. Bro how you can you be in prison and still use the typewriter, you know this will happen, why? Why did you continue even though you were silenced. No bi everybody go bi Nnamdi Kanu for this life, why?"

I didn't say anything for a moment.

"As gentle hue gives way to opportunity, I am physically free and mentally confined. Bound by atmospheric customs. Liberation escapes me. I can't reside in a lie only to sustain sanity. Only in solitude do I find my truest self. Honesty publicly masquerading as non-bias political correctness, equals internal stress from lack of pure expression, added to equations yet equality remains ever so illusive. Striving with minimal attainment is the constant thread in this fabric of blackness. Continuous oversights leave me oversighted. Misquoted and misguided. I seek refuge in all that is familiar. Rehabilitation seems to be the greatest of lies in this cyclonic conundrum of regulations. Inspired only by what my eyes behold, my expectations resides in the highest of lows. Strength to endure only powered by the fantasies in my head. I refer back to my solitude with my blog, so pardon me, when I express my feelings in my blog. I am sorry, when I question some certain things in my blog. Forgive me, when I accept my truest self."

Immediately the room was unlocked, I looked at the men sent to kill me. Williams quickly grabbed a weapon. One of the men, Prince, screamed at Williams while he lunged at Williams with his axe in hand. Williams blocked his attack while he followed with multiple thrusts aiming for Williams' head and neck, but didn't succeed. Williams leaped at him with his weapon pointed downward in mid air while Prince swung his axe with the intention of lofting off Williams' leg.

Williams did an aerial flip to avoid his weapon, which Prince didn't expect and while in mid air he managed to kick Prince on the face followed by a quick stab to Prince's shoulder. Williams shifted to the right, then the left, followed by a flip to the right again while he blocked the rest of Prince's attacks with his weapon.

The sharp metal sounds of steel against steel rang through the room as Prince continues to hammer down on him causing sparks to erupt whenever their weapons grind each other. The other two men standing couldn't watch any longer as they reached out to their pocket, bringing out their guns and releasing the bullets on Williams and I.

Silence, Nothing, Nonexistent, Death?

No I'm not Dead, my brain doesn't think am Dead. Maybe it does, maybe there's a part of human brain that scientists haven't discovered that remains active in death. Maybe this is what hell is. Being left with only your thoughts in a world of nobody, nothing, and having no purpose. I don't feel anything, really. What's that up ahead? Light? Do I go towards it?

***



"Annabella." Her name echoed. "Please wake up, wake up from coma." The voice seems distortant but she realized it was her mom's voice.

"Mom," She yells in tears, "Mom I don't know where I am, please save me."

"Your in another world." He said.

Her eyes gaze upon the figure of a man standing at the end of the hallway, who looks like a perfect example of a demon. Her heart starts to beat out of her ribcage. The hallway with rooms labelled 666, she holds the handle of one of the room door but it was locked, she goes over to the next door and the next but all were locked.

"Do I scare you."

The way he said that gave her chills. Tears flows freely from her eyes as she began breathing more heavily. He laughs, the sound of his laughter gave her more chills.

"Why are you standing so far. Come a little closer so I can chew out your skin."

"Please just go away!" She yelled.

His head suddenly falls down, his body bursting, and his intestines and body parts now laying on the floor, she trys to hold back her vomit but she couldn't handle the sight of guts as she throws up heavily.

She breaths a heavy sigh of relief that it's over, suddenly the head starts rolling on the floor with long vampire set of teeths. Her legs picks up race, as she starts running, into a dark hallway, her head hits the wall hard, blood pouring out, her eyes becomes dizzy as he lands on the floor.

She coughs, her eyes still drowsy but she managed to open them, seeing his head in mid - air, about to devour her.

As the head was about to chop off her head, she grabs it, fighting with the angry long vampire teeths.

Immediately his head starts to form back to a body, in shock, she opens her mouth, almost loosing breath, still holding his head as it was forming back to normal.

Suddenly, he throws up his blood and intestines into her mouth but she didn't consume all.

She began vomiting more heavily while running. She stops to gather up oxygen, and turns to see him next to her, her heart jumps up.

She watches his jaw tighten and his hollow eyes staring at her.

"Am dying to kill you." He smiles.

She intended to run but his hand caught a grip of her's, holding her hand tight, turning her to face him.

Her heart begins pumping through her chest. She realizes that she's shaking.

She is shaking and he's liking it, his smile told it all. If she never experienced fear, she did now. Her resolve to stay strong seemed to have slipped into oblivion.

"Please don't kill me!" She crys the more.

He gives a wolfish grin.

He is so close that she could feel his breath fan over her face. She feels raw fear claw into her skin like never before.

He moves closer, leaving absolutely no space between them. Their bodies were pressed against each other.

He then cups her face, his fingers dipping into her jaw.

"It's time to die." He said, pounding his hand into her face so hard that her mouth starts bleeding, thinking of a quicker way for her to die, he circles his hands around her neck as he starts to strangle her.

Her eyes rolls back, a tooth falls from her bloody face to the ground.

She is elbowing him but it isn't working.

"Die! Die!" He said through a gritted teeth.