Near Death Experience

Near Death Experience

So bad was it that it would not stop bleeding. So bad was it that the gash had a mixture of blood, sand, metal scraps, torn flesh , sticks and hairs all tangled inside the cut. The cut was so deep that the hidden bones showed its face white and pale as a dying cancerous mother. The pain sent sharp signals sparking in my brain equal to 24 stabs. All I could hear was my mind telling me that this could be my own guillotine.

THIS IS THE END, THIS IS THE END.

I writhe in pain, so much pain. The blood kept pouring out. I try shutting I out with my fingers but it weaves pass them. It hugs my brilliant white finger nails, possessed it, and gave it a terrifying scarlet colour. The tears start to come. I could not help it. I just had to let It break through my iron door. A friend standing afar off my wound says to me “I told you so” and then he adds “be a man my friend, be a man”. Then he walks away like he was on his heels. This act gave me another cut right across my chest. I was heart broken and certainly felt worse. The pain multiply more than ever and I started puking all over he earth. This is my pain. This is my load. How could you know? How could you? I recall the words of my favourite song and I whisper it to myself amidst tears.

THIS IS END, THIS IS THE END.

I started feeling cold and my heart starts to rip apart. It starts beating all too rapidly. My whole body starts to jerk. I am crawling on the sand with my wound forming huge puddles of sand mixed with blood and puke. I was screaming for help but all around every one has lost their heart. I started rolling in the dirt pleading for this misery to stop. The blood still enjoying it freedom, now has a friend, water! I was getting crazy hitting my leg on the earth. I also started biting my tongue so hard that it starts to bleed too. I was also biting and chewing what was left of my lips.

THIS IS THE END, THIS IS THE END.

Then I became snotty. I tried cleaning the catarrh which was trying to slip into my mouth but it kept coming back and I let it be. My body also gave way to intense seizures. The pain was unbearable and I felt my light extinguishing. The wound was so dark and the wound lips were still wide open to the world. I could feel my body giving way to the pain and loss of blood. I could see myself turning white and my legs and hands going cold. My vision was hazy and dark so I tried reaching out for my glasses which was partly broken and then it happens. My head hits the earth. I look up at the sky so blue and white and I could see the beautiful clouds of the day. I hear a car horn and then I hear people running in my direction. And then it was night.

THIS IS IT, THIS IS THE END.

El_says

The Allure Of Greatness

The Allure Of Greatness

A great man once said “…”
Notice how your interest was piqued because I started “a great man once said”?
I put quite a bit of thought into the meaning of greatness, what exactly qualifies as greatness?
Albert Einstein, Thomas Edison, Nelson Mandela, Marie Curie, Grace Hopper & a host of others were all great people.
A study of their lives has given a certain insight into the open secret of their greatness.
A single word drove these mortals to be identified by other mortals as having been great, PASSION.
Passion for life, passion for their jobs, and a general desire to contribute to the earth.
Even in their failures they retained their passion, actually it may have burned brighter.
So live your life passionately, let the desire to make today better than yesterday eat your marrows.
Do only the things that you love. If you find yourself involved in necessary but “unloved” activities, let your passion burn so hot that such activities become your trademark.
Last but not the least, rest. Your passion dies with you, people may remember you but you still dead.
A reminder to everyone, never let your passion become an obsession
If it is unfavourable to your health, it is an obsession.
So, at the end of the day we are all greats if only we can live freely and passionately.
Who knows, maybe one day you’ll say something that would help me or others finally complete “a first line”.

christian mba

Sheets

Sheets

The sheets on the bed were still well tucked in although we had slept in them for about a week irrespective of the constant change made the help, Anna. I couldn’t help but notice how neatly they were after John slept on his side of the bed. Did he wake up early to dress just that side? I was so skeptical about this thought and couldn’t get a final conclusion.
I rose up with a lot of aching in me. How long are we gonna live together like this? He made the promises of loving me with every fiber of his being and every inch of his melanin skin but how unfortunate. He completely fails to do so.

And now I got up with fire in my eyes

I, on the other hand, crave for love so bad. I could lay all day in bed aching for him but reality struck me. He wasn’t going to notice.
This is an absurd feeling. My heart cries but there’s a dialogue in there. Is it bad to crave for the one you love with everything in you?
Is it obsolete to expect in return what u give?
All these thoughts raced through my mind. I was getting ready for work but I could feel adrenaline rush through me. A strange taste lingers in my mouth and I got irritated at my behavior towards him and anger set in.
I could feel the hurt pierce deep in my heart and I wanted to hurt him so bad as he did me.
In the past, all this Love dwelt between us and we constantly fought with water guns. But this time it dawned on me that the absolute reverse of field guns was next.
And now I got up with fire in my eyes; ready for war or what more could I do?
L-j💙