BUS

I've only ever been on a bus once. All my life I have been chauffeured around. I wouldn't say I don't find it convenient but I don't always get the freedom to board a bus. Today was freedom day. I got on the bus with so much fuss and trouble. Mum also got in with me but I waved her back. "I'll be fine", I said, My cousin, Jimi, would be waiting for me at my destination. All would go well. I settled in quite well, making sure to place my legs well in order to avoid discomfort. It felt strange having people rub against me, but it wasn't much of a big deal. I loved the human connection. The bus was moving at a considerably normal speed, however I couldn't stop my heart from beating fast. It felt nice, seeing the trees as we swept by them. The view was so appealing, trees rising high into the skies, it was a welcome development. So tired was I of seeing masts and tall buildings. The air rushing in brushed my face, I was a little uncomfortable but I enjoyed it, the fresh air much different from an air conditioner. Soon, the driver was yelling bus-stops. Such a hoarse voice should have started me but I somehow liked the rhythm with which he called out the bus stops. "Coker Estate" he yelled, " O wa ooo" I said with joy; copying passengers that had alighted. He got down from the bus, and went around to the trunk while I sat patiently. He carefully brought down my wheelchair and helped me into it. Jimi was waiting around the corner, choosing not to come assist me. I wheeled to where he was standing, smiling with unrestrained joy. " You finally took a bus after all these years " Jimi remarked. " Yes, I slayed my demon." I replied.


-Olabode Taiwo.


                               

Death By Life

Here is a piece from Oyesanya Mosopefoluwa. It is mind blowing stuff. Read to the end. His write ups would also be posted here from time to time.




They called it the Coward's way out
Ade had never claimed to be brave
It seemed to be the only way out
Of this dreary void that was his existence

Plagued with fiscal holes and physical woes
He owed a banker, the cancer owned him
Robbing Peter only to get duped by Paul
His body broken from this never-ending ordeal

He was alone
Cut off from family and friends
The prodigal son who forgot his way home
Doomed to suffer in solitude

The time was near
Ade's sun was about to burn out
Death was soon to be his new way of life
It seemed easier than drowning in the cesspool that was his life

Crossing over the railing
His heart pulsing in tune to the crashing of the foreboding waves
Breathing in his last as he jumped
Ade went meekly into the dark night
and embraced the dying of his light.


P.S: While the events in this piece may denote suicide, I am in no way encouraging, excusing or defending suicide. It is my belief that it is mostly a grievously permanent solution to an oftentimes temporary problem. I just attempted a key-hole view into what probably goes on in the mind of people who attempt or commit suicide.

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