As I transfer the last naira in my account I begin to understand that life really is about the simpler things. From walks under the setting sun’s gentle rays, to basic foods that have been on repeat in my life since I could remember, to things as underestimated as sleep. Anne Brown’s gentle voice lulling me into mindless stupors with my troubles washed away as I remind myself that indeed man shall not live by bread alone. A rather badly preserved book of the Holy Bible by my pillow “but by every word that proceeds out of the mouth of the Lord” I voice out carefully. The one naira now gone, slipping into the faint shadow of the things that will always be replaced once they leave. And I know this yet I mourn every time I’m down to the last ever depreciating currency native to my current country of residence.
As I listen to the last song of my most beloved playlist I begin to fully comprehend what twenty-one pilots felt when he said “there is no distraction to mask what is real”.
My troubled thoughts spring to the surface waiting for the last beat, to cloud my peace of mind. Once again comes the stupors… I lie still with my mind ages away from the present. I can only hope lala land had prepared for a visit as I struggle to get in so these thoughts don’t drag me to hell.
As I write the last line to a paragraph I seem farther away from the topic than before I ever penned down a word. It’s come to an end, desperation clawing at my throat as I convince my sinking heart that just maybe someone would read between the lines and see what even I have failed to communicate.
IT'S ALL ME 
Leave a comment