The devil laughed and laughed I heard and thought it was all over Even though I fought and fought I listened to his laugh and found a rhythm I tried to block my ears; so not to fall for another devil again For I still had a little hope for survival But this time it didn't feel like it was forcing itself on me I felt like it was calling me and I really needed to hear it I finally gave up on fighting not to listen to it For it felt like I was fighting my very own self I closed my eyes and allowed it to lure and draw me Draw me closer to a world that held a familiarity I recognized the world as I went deeper and deeper There I was standing in front of my mother
"The devil is not fake, he is real, he doesn't have all the power and he is not senseless either. He is just like a snake; very cunning and trickish. For it is cursed, he crawls on his belly; for he is condemned but he must survive; so he must deceive. Even his battle is full of deceit. Don't let him get to you." She said slowly laying on on her sick bed.
"Don't let his laughter deceive to destroy you. It's all an illusion, you still hold the choice and key." She said and finally gave up the ghost. I cried then for her departure and cursed the devil.
But now I cry for my victory; I won against the devil. He stopped laughing and confusion is clear on his face.
"Albeit you're the devil, you're senseless to me." I screamed.
Their blood must speak for them. It will flow through the surface of the earth, going deep into the earth, creating a new life for the generations. This is not just a fight for us but also a fight for the generations to come.
Forever they remain legends who believed in a better Nigeria. Legends who still stood their ground, holding their country flag, fully aware death could happen any time, clearly hearing the gunshots and seeing their own brothers and sisters die. They still didn't relent.
This is so fucking deep! That I died holding my country flag and singing the national anthem. Also there was a country This are believers!
I Know I'm a liar, Probably a very good liar, I give words of encouragement, I write words of survival, I preach words of life, But I'm probably giving up on myself. I tell you it's okay but it's all a big fat lie. Maybe somewhere I still hope for love, change and happiness even if I don't see it coming. One moment I say fuck me Next minute I say on God I am holding on to a very thin line, slim chance that will surely snap anytime soon. But I keep lying because I still believe somehow. So maybe I'm truly not a liar I just have faith, Even if it's not enough.