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The 'day before yesterday'
Wed, Jul 21
I normally hate decision making days.. When bad things are destined to happen..
On this date..
This death..
I'll remember till my last breathe..
It'll cost me 60 days to eat the dates by sunset..
Here I got subject with so many predicates
When did I write this?..
We only have 'today', 'tomorrow', and 'yesterday'..
But I have another day
So disturbed..
Consciously defaulted..
His name? I asked..
Who? They asked me in return..
The boy. He had a name..
I replied
Yusuf!..
My Mum answered with empathy.. That's the name.
I got my answer.
I will remember you.
Of that I was deeply aware;
I will live and remember this day..
Today it's Friday
Yesterday's was Thursday..
The day before yesterday?
I will live to remember you in any state of existence..
Until my last breathe..
When I die..
I pledged to live to remember you not as a person, but as I'd a sibling..
I lost a sibling simply because I was the last person he came in contact with while in a state of living..
I hate if's and/or but's...
So had it been you are alive, I will tell you this;
"I didn't lose my brakes..
I don't drive for fun, I drive to need..
Every time I drive I feel the responsibility on my shoulders for both my inner and outer margins of attention..
My break isn't as fast as our collision..
All my life I never drive to hurt someone.. Let alone take a life..
I'm sorry..
May you rest peacefully..
I hope you are with the Angels..
I got troubled I can't explain.. Tears in my eyes..
Can't stop them..
I saw blood pouring out of your ear..
Gasping for breath with low heart beats that I felt with my palms at times while I kept driving..
I can tell he is craving one last time for some more air..
His head partially soaked in blood running making out its way from what might be a fractured skull..
He is dead
I was told.
I just stood there in front of the hospital gate like a scum..
When I heard the most frightening word that ever grace my ear drum..
I read all of the above in my mind coz
I couldn't write yesterday
I write this today
As well as I can write it everyday
I know and read the Murphy's law..
I'm not a fool..
These feelings..
These happenings..
Someone must've had them before me..
And hence they thought of it and wrote them for our likes..
When you left it feels so lonely I missed a strange friend..
All I could think of through the night before daybreak;
"Whatever happen Sunday, the next day's gonna be Monday..
I'm so empty that my pain goes in vain.. You are younger than I am still though.. You left and kept me waiting for my time..
Had you made it out alive, we could've twisted around like I'd with folks of all ages that's how I hang around..
I normally hate decision making days.. When bad things are destined to happen..
On this date..
This death..
I'll remember till my last breathe..
It'll cost me 60 days to eat the dates by sunset..
Here I got subject with so many predicates
When did I write this?..
We only have 'today', 'tomorrow', and 'yesterday'..
But I have another day
So disturbed..
Consciously defaulted..
His name? I asked..
Who? They asked me in return..
The boy. He had a name..
I replied
Yusuf!..
My Mum answered with empathy.. That's the name.
I got my answer.
I will remember you.
Of that I was deeply aware;
I will live and remember this day..
Today it's Friday
Yesterday's was Thursday..
The day before yesterday?
I will live to remember you in any state of existence..
Until my last breathe..
When I die..
I pledged to live to remember you not as a person, but as I'd a sibling..
I lost a sibling simply because I was the last person he came in contact with while in a state of living..
I hate if's and/or but's...
So had it been you are alive, I will tell you this;
"I didn't lose my brakes..
I don't drive for fun, I drive to need..
Every time I drive I feel the responsibility on my shoulders for both my inner and outer margins of attention..
My break isn't as fast as our collision..
All my life I never drive to hurt someone.. Let alone take a life..
I'm sorry..
May you rest peacefully..
I hope you are with the Angels..
I got troubled I can't explain.. Tears in my eyes..
Can't stop them..
I saw blood pouring out of your ear..
Gasping for breath with low heart beats that I felt with my palms at times while I kept driving..
I can tell he is craving one last time for some more air..
His head partially soaked in blood running making out its way from what might be a fractured skull..
He is dead
I was told.
I just stood there in front of the hospital gate like a scum..
When I heard the most frightening word that ever grace my ear drum..
I read all of the above in my mind coz
I couldn't write yesterday
I write this today
As well as I can write it everyday
I know and read the Murphy's law..
I'm not a fool..
These feelings..
These happenings..
Someone must've had them before me..
And hence they thought of it and wrote them for our likes..
When you left it feels so lonely I missed a strange friend..
All I could think of through the night before daybreak;
"Whatever happen Sunday, the next day's gonna be Monday..
I'm so empty that my pain goes in vain.. You are younger than I am still though.. You left and kept me waiting for my time..
Had you made it out alive, we could've twisted around like I'd with folks of all ages that's how I hang around..
Published 24th Jul 2021
| Edited 25th Jul 2021
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25th Jul 2021 9:19pm
As I close my eyes I listening to the tick tock of time
Was I thy will by fate's designs
My heart I carry with the meaning of what conspired
The destiny God has placed the beautiful glorious reincarnation of earth's expire
I do not why, yet I carry the spirit of thy beatings in my heart
Guidance unto your faint voice, your absent, I found comfort of our lives entwined in my works of art
Ashes to ashes dust to dust
In my oath by the shed of my silent tears, weary as I wallow in my agony
Allow your mind to relax in the faith of remembrance, in your will I trust
Selah
A very great graceful musing my Nigeria King..
Was I thy will by fate's designs
My heart I carry with the meaning of what conspired
The destiny God has placed the beautiful glorious reincarnation of earth's expire
I do not why, yet I carry the spirit of thy beatings in my heart
Guidance unto your faint voice, your absent, I found comfort of our lives entwined in my works of art
Ashes to ashes dust to dust
In my oath by the shed of my silent tears, weary as I wallow in my agony
Allow your mind to relax in the faith of remembrance, in your will I trust
Selah
A very great graceful musing my Nigeria King..
25th Jul 2021 9:50pm
Thank you señorita..
I wrote this to explain what this means for me.
Also there's healing in writing.
I wrote this to explain what this means for me.
Also there's healing in writing.
