Life, Little Things and Laughter

Before the last step into “bye forever.”

There comes a time when your mind roams widely in search for an anchor.

And with your eyes wide open, you see nothing but a fuzzy cloud of nothing.

A  doughy-coloured rainbow of psychotic moods beseech you to end it all and be free. Yet you love life.

When just one step forward takes you to the premises of a black hole, an unforgiving phenomenon of nature which consumes everything visible and invisible, leaving nothing behind from your benighted mind.

And angels peep from afar?  May be, may be not? But that is how things are in your twirling head.

When the road to return to yesterday has been erased, blown far, far away, like spartial dust in the cold corridors of planetary space. Contemplating going back or forward is of no material significance.

Then, a friend comes along. A friend who will listen to you without interruption or distraction. A friend who will look into your eyes and see x-rated  movies of mental discord and a heart palpitating violently, struggling to hang on.  Visions of you contemplating a rendezvous with the deceptively calm waters of the Lagos lagoon as you ride over the snaky stretch of the third mainland bridge or the dark corners of your own home now turned a cell of the condemned.

A friend who  sees a brother, sister, friend, or colleague wearing a  parachute of hopelessness, going down into the abyss.

A friend  who puts a hand on a drooping  shoulder and feels the siesmic rumblings of a mind trapped in a dusty harmattan swirl.

Would you rather do  something before  a troubled soul takes the last step into “bye forever” in suicide? Or would you rather be a champion in grieving and sharing on  social media wild stories of a life that is gone, gone, gone.

The choice is yours. The time to make that choice is  now. Have a heart!


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