LOVE AND WAR Ib

END TIME
Things were getting critical, the war was still on and now Joy was nowhere to be found. So many days have gone and I had not being myself. Was she going to die? A question only time could answer. I tried reaching Phillip, his line wasn’t pulling through and I couldn’t reach my dad either, because he was also among the western EPR army. It now dawned on me that I was alone in the world. There was no one to turn to. There was blood shed everywhere, bullet holes through skulls, throats slit by pen knifes, and deaths by physical combat. Now the weather was dim like it was aware about the happenings of the south and the west. It looked like it was going to rain, lightning came then thunder followed. The clouds where gathering ready to pour out its contents. Now I had lost everything nothing was left, the war yet had not ended only God knows when it will.. MIKE! MIKE!! MIKE!!! The voice was familiar-I know that voice.
      

LOVE AND WAR I

IN MY COMFORT ZONE
Those sounds from the cities band across the street woke me up, cleaning my eyes the sounds kept on banging in my ears. I stood up from the bed and did my normal morning routine of ten push-ups (lazy me), then I picked up my phone and called Phillip.
‘Finally, that idiot has being assassinated o’ he laughed, ‘Don’t mind him, his time has finally elapsed you know’.
‘Let us meet by six today, so be at our usual place on time’. And then I hanged up, went to the bathroom, brushed my teeth and took a quick shower.
The whole neighborhood came back to life once more; people had gone back to their different endeavors after many months of curfew imposed by the government, why did the government impose the curfew? It’s a long story though, a very, very long story. The fear of the deadly virus hasn’t being the only reason why the whole community has being indoor, the rising insurgencies has being another reason why most of us were so scared that we made no contact with the outside world. I had not seen Joy for a long time since the curfew started, I had not talk to her on phone because the telecoms service providers mast has being destroyed, courtesy of the last strike from one of the ET MOVEMENT missiles. I remembered It was kind of terrifying that night.
It was a Friday night, and I always invited Joy over to my place, it was a usual quiet time for us and it helped the relationship grow stronger. We actually did not plan to make out anyway but the moment set itself right and that was it, the emotions drew us closer, with her deep blue eyes staring at mine, it was cold shivers down my spine and at that moment her lips came closer to mine, and love was certainly in control. The Gushing emotions and desires were halted when the ET first missile hit a range rover jeep adjacent my apartment BOOM! It was death at my door step, there was no breathing space to enjoy the moment, it was for better- for worse, and she was all over me. Joy was so scared, very scared. Her hug erased the internal cold in me, they gave me courage. I looked at her once deep blue eyes which were now wet, red hot with flames. Those strikes kept coming, to me I was kind off used to it. The whole place was rowdy; people kept running, trying to pick up one or two things. Even pregnant women ran faster than the single ladies I knew, mother’s trying to save their little children and fathers trying to save some of their valuables. Those strikes came at our happiest moment, at that moment I remembered the strike at Nyanya’s park, this was another ET visitation. I kept on running with her like it was a 100m Olympic race, running to nowhere. The whole place was tensed and we kept on running, running and running, going to nowhere.


IN THE CAVES
‘What is going on in this country? I can’t seem to understand all this strikes on civilians by your people’. She said to me.
‘I don’t want to lose you mike, I am scared of loosing you’. Tears were already dropping down her eyes.
‘you won’t lose me, am not going to die, you are not going to die either’, saying this words I was damn scared I just had to look the part and act the part, make her know that I had the courage, but sincerely I was very weak at heart.
Joy had slept, and I was now alone looking at the rocks with tears dropping down my eyes, I tried looking back at what had gone wrong with this great country. Joy was from the southern part of the EPR and I was from the western region of the EPR, too. The southern part and the western part were at war, they hated one another, they hated each other’s religion, each other’s beliefs, nothing the south did seemed right to the north, and nothing the west did seemed right to the south. Though Joy and I were indigenes of the different parts of the divide, we still did not have that enmity between each other. This hatred was one of the reason we had not tied the conjugal knot because her parents were against it, but what mattered most was that we loved each another and we stayed with each other.
I remembered the day I quarreled with Phillip, he was also against it, he always said to me ‘how can you think of marrying someone from the south’ and I would say ‘there is nothing wrong with that, Phillip, there is nothing wrong with it’.
‘There is nothing wrong with it, yet these same southerners killed your mum, and your siblings. There is nothing wrong with it, yet they destroyed your business, your apartment and every valuable of yours’. And I hated his reminders, sometimes it turned into a serious fight. He always wanted me to marry Felicia-my first crush, but though I loved her, she wasn’t just the right girl for me. Felicia was from the west also, but she died during one of the ET’s strike.  The day it happened I felt down, I thought suicide was the best option to take, I was surprised after all that, later on, I was surprised at my concern for her death, anyway, I was still in love with Joy at that time, I was in the mix of two women at some point till she died.
All I had was Phillip-my friend, my dad, and Joy-the love of my life from the south. I was scared of who I was going to lose next. 

HUMAN BEING

HUMAN BEING
Sometimes you see me grab the MIC
And am saying things you might find FUNNY
Smiles on my face but deep down I‘m SAD and in PAINS
ME SEF I BE HUMAN BEING O
I wanted to be this single guy; they were like “how can you still be single?”
When I started dating, they were like “why would you be dating?”
The confusion among them is worrying
ME SEF I BE HUMAN BEING O
Am doing all this, I call it my hobby but you complement
Am I good? Tell me
Am not doing great? Tell me
Am not good at all? Tell me
Don’t pretend, truth is key
ME SEF I BE HUMAN BEING O
Love has never been friendly
I have admired some so deeply that they nearly broke my heart
I have been admired by some so deeply that I couldn’t help but play along
Deep heartbreaks; somebody tell them say I cry.
ME SEF I BE HUMAN BEING O
They have always been there for me
They have supported me this far
They have advised me
They have brought me up to a level because there are levels to these
Some would forget me I know
Some I might forget
No matter how far you all go I would reach you guys
ME SEF I BE HUMAN BEING O
“You get angry easily”
“You talk a lot”
“Short boy”
“You are stingy”
What happened to my good side?
ME SEF I BE HUMAN BEING O
I struggle so hard to be unique; real with my jokes
It Is not easy though I shouldn’t be complaining
Yet, you say I m dry that am not funny
Just because I said the truth about what I felt
What happened to when I was funny?
ME SEF I BE HUMAN BEING O

#shoutOutToMIabagaTufaceSoundsultan HUMAN BEING
Try listen to the song guys
ME SEF I BE HUMAN BEING O
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THE REAL LAWMAKERS

THE REAL LAWMAKERS
Am not political to start with, though I just started giving politics a chance, after watching the video clip were lawmakers who are delegated to make laws climb gates and fence, why wouldn’t I be interested in politics? In my own observation I have understood that the best policies can’t be made in the national house of assembly (don’t ask me why, I would explain). If you have ever gone to the ghettos and see where people who take hard drugs popularly called weed or if u have ever been to a workshop were motorcycles are repaired and see people argue politics you would find out that so many policies are raised during their arguments. I always tell people that if you visit a vendor stand where people read political sections in Nigerian newspapers and not just sports, arguing who is better between Eden hazard and Gareth bale you would understand what I mean.
Let me break it down, I went  to a friend’s store recently, when I got there I met my friend and his guys passing weed around, and you know, places like that their conversations never correlate, you would hear things like this;
MARK: Omo, so after Christmas na Easter ooo?
JOHN: guy, imagine ooo, so dem don call off -Asuu strike?
Then you begin to imagine what concerns Easter with Asuu calling off strike? Well back to the matter, at my friends store their discussions correlated to a point, and it was about Nigerian politics my new found love. (So before I outlay the dialogue that went on among us the weed smokers-mind you I don’t do drugs neither do I take alcohol, I was just moping like novice ni o).  I understand the difference between deliberations at the house of assembly and the deliberations at the house of weed smokers, the difference is that at the house of assembly, everyone brings out a problem and different solutions but the ‘’eyes have it” and “neighs have it” closes the chapter, but, at the house of weed smokers, mechanic workshops and newspaper vendor stand different people bring problems and different people bring different  solutions to solve the problems (Lol! you might not understand sha).
Now back to the dialogue at my friend’s store, it began like this…
My friend sniffed his wrapped weed band said:
MY FRIEND: guy, the insecurity wey dey this country na die o, nothing dey safe for here, imagine were for secured oyibo land, airplane dey loss talk-more of here wey security no even dey (he passed the weed over to his other friend who replied).
OTHER FRIEND: Ma guy WAEC go soon start again o, another mass failure again. This country eh(he passed it to the last guy and he sniffed the weed and said).
LAST GUY: Abeg, una never still get light for here abi, (I looked around sha, wetin dem wan use light do for were dem dey sniff weed? Na wa for government o, dem no dey try at all-at all (he passed it back to my friend).
Now the next dialogue came with solutions which I observed fervently.
MY FRIEND: Guy if dem fit just tell each state to get one big generator wey go dey give us light e go good oo, buh my broad na to get ur own gen sure pass, and make people sef try to dey pay nepa bills gaan.
LAST GUY: Guy u c eh, if all man get em own gun, naija go dey safe gaan o. Thief no fit rob thief na.
OTHER GUY: If I fit just see 100k for ground eh (I was wondering who would misplace such amount of money and how does that solve Nigeria educational issues).
I can’t remember how I left the place but all I can recollect is that I took some wraps of the weed. Well that is a story for another day anyway (it dealt with me sha). It is only a smart mind that would understand this story, the truth remains that our law makers, senators and persons in the judiciary are not impressive at all. Let them try to improve on their policy making and not just borrowing policies that work in other nations but won’t work in Nigeria, and please also give the youth a chance to exercise their ideas too. We are tired of policies thought out by tired aged brains
*drops pen and jumps on my lady*
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