It was a cold harmattan morning.the usual dry and dusty breeze kept on blowing.
Echoes of the wind keeps resounding.you could think the whole world was about to be crushed down by it.
The sounds of slamming iron doors,dogs barking in the neighbourhood and everyone was indoors..maybe scared of going out because the weather was out of this world.
There I was,sitted on my bed with tears rolling down my cheeks.
so many questions I keep asking myself but no answers to fit in.
I was obviously miserable, wearing an oversized pajamas, loosed natural hair, and a black pair of socks.
The sleeves of the pajamas were folded and one leg of the trouser was folded too.
one could think I was recovering from a rehabilitation center.
I kept asking why life is unfair, why everything about me was upside down and darkened.
I was a very young girl full of hopes and dreams.
I was an only child who was loved by her parents but, my whole world crashed the day I lost my parents to the cold and bitter hands of death.
My dad was a business man while my mum was a lecturer in a polythenic.
They were so full of life, loving, adorable and Godfearing.
They weren’t perfect but, they were all I could ever ask for in the world.
From being an ambitious young girl, I became a bird without a nest.
My wings were cut off. I became an empty can filled up with bitterness.
Dark clouds were my only shade.
I became a scary little squirrel.
My hopes were gone.
I had no more dreams to accomplish.
I became so weak that nothing seems possible to me.
Of course, I lost everything I had(my parents).
There was nothing left for me to smile about.
No happiness or joy, I became lonely, isolated and rejected.
I became so blank that I saw light in nothing at all.
My mind became occupied with so many terrible thoughts.
I heard voices in my head pushing me to put an end to everything.
I had sleepless nights trying to figure out who I really was, what my purpose was and where Iam headed.
Nothing gave me a reason to believe in myself anymore.
At exactly 3am, a day before Christmas, I decided to end it all.
I picked an old rope from the garage, I carried a stool and hanging myself was the only option I had.
Just when I was about to do it, I felt extremely cold.
I can swear that someone was right there with me.
I became so weak, I felt an unusual presence.
Immediately, my whole self became peaceful.
It was LOVE, love finally found me.
I pictured hope that moment and I had this strong urge to rise up again and be that young ambitious girl I’ve always been.
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