Nigeria hard, but las las we go manage am like that.
All die na die!
Something must kill man.
Words you tell yourself whenever you’re faced with a dilemma you can’t handle. I have a piece of advise for you. Just stop it. Tell yourself the truth. Stop blaming Buhari whenever you fail at a very minuscule attempt that even a toddler can achieve. Just stop it and move on.
Brethren, the next time someone sees you staring at the wall like you’re silently communicating with your ancestors or even talking to yourself like your having a deep conversation with your alter ego; I also have an advise for you, just say the truth. Just tell them, so you can sleep well at night. Tell them the truth so you’ll stop the tears from rolling down your cheeks when no one is watching.
Tell them that you finally saw that girl; yes, the girl of your dreams. The one that keeps you up at night, staring at her Facebook pictures and wondering when fate would bring you two together. Don’t forget to tell them that fate finally brought you together. Yes, fate stuck to the script; but the girl of your dreams? Nah. She probably didn’t get the script, maybe she got it, but she tore it to shreds. Tell them how she violently ripped your heart out of its ribcage and fed it to the vultures. Tell them how she made you feel emotionally violated.
Explain to them that when you finally saw her, you tried talking to her; but like an obdurate generator refusing the advances of its owner, she refused to respond. Then you held your breathe, not because you suddenly became dumb. Nah, you were just checking to see if the stench of the egusi soup you had earlier before coming out was still stuck on your breathe acting like a bulwark; but then, you remembered that you’ve had at least three breathe mints. Your mind starts racing, trying to figure out why she’s not listening, not responding, not even stopping to listen to your gibberish for a minute! She didn’t even acknowledge your existence.
Sadly, by the time you’re done with the mental exercise; she’d reached her destination. You now realize that you’ve been standing transfixed at a spot for 30 minutes, rendered motionless; wondering why bad things happen to good people. You realize that, people around saw you reduce yourself to a little less than an idiot, chai! You beg the ground to open up and swallow you . . . for where?
So you now sink into that deep abyss. You put Adekunle Gold’s “Damn Delilah” on repeat. You stare at the wall occasionally, replaying the events of that fateful day in slow motion. Trying to figure out where you went wrong. You have conversations in your head with her, trying to see if you’d get it right this time. You try to console yourself with words like . . .
Nigeria hard, but las las we go manage am like that.
All die na die!
Something must kill man.

brotherchinonso
brotherchinonso@yahoo.com
I lost hope in humanity a long time ago. Now sarcasm is my only defense.

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