Hi, welcome; welcome to my random thought, for our sake, I
hope you don’t get confused.
Today, I woke up at the left side of my bed (that supposedly
superstitious bad side of the bed) and got mad with everything. First, I nearly
believed I could have a nightmare- the nightmare was so dark and evil that I
had to wake up with a frown. Every sound that I woke up to was so irking and
irritating that my skin itches.
I woke up on the same bed, same room, with a heat all over
the room because of the ceiling fan that doesn’t work, for as usual- no power
supply. It seems nothing has changed and nothing may never change.
The sound that woke me up was from outside my window was
from some jobless bachelors like me, who were arguing over some very stupid and
frivolous matter! The noises were so maddening and loud that it woke me from my
lovely dream, turning the beautiful dream into a nightmare- because in the dream,
my troubles were all gone.
I was living in a mansion with constant electricity, running
water, beautiful girls and a lot of money. You could imagine my frustration
when I woke to the same old life- no job, no power supply and no money! My
mouth was so heavy and stuffed with odour that it bulged with foul gases! If it
were in my dream, I would have walked into the bathroom, turn or press the tap
and wash it all off! But these idiots made me remember that I had to go
outside, walk many meters and use my energy in fetching water from the well!
Right on my bed, I decided to think about their argument and
what it really was. Though, they were Actors and actresses and which one is
better that which other, but little did they know that calling these set of
people actors and actresses is just a hocuspocus; these people could be called
pretenders or liars because they make a living by lying to the whole world. You
call it acting, but it’s simply lying.
How else does one describe a group of people pretending to
be what they are not just to get paid? How do you explain the death of an actor
in a movie and his reappearance in another one- hale, healthy, like he was
never dead? I mean, I won’t be mad if he had reappeared as a ghost or a zombie
in a new movie- that is understandable, right? But he is all there in the new
movie like a fresh baby!
The last time Emeka Ike died in one movie that I watched, I
cried because I liked him as an actor, but I had to run for safety when I met
him in a shopping mall some weeks later. I shouted that he was a ghost and
people looked at me like a madman. How so?
I once watched a movie about a young man whose mother died
after giving birth to him and his father murdered over a land. It had the
potential of being a great movie until they spoil the whole fun for me! The
infant was crawling underneath the table and suddenly became a 25 years old guy
looking for something underneath the same table! Jesus! This happened just
within 30 minutes of the movie! I mean, if this happened after 25 hours of
watching the movie, I could still deal with that!
The worst is when they made it look like the world is just
so lawless-people driving cars like maniacs, destroying properties and shooting
on the streets, yet no police! The bad guy leaves traces and heaps of dead
bodies while trying to kill the good guy but he was still able to walk high on
the same street!
Have you a seen where the bad guys suddenly cannot get an
aim at the good guy even after shooting thousands of bullets, only for the good
guy to raise his head, point his pistol and shoot them down- one by one. I bet
you can see the bullets hitting objects besides and all over him except him.
And he must be so cool while the bullets were flying that he had to talk, give
instructions, aim and shoot them down. Oh, more funny is when the bullets hit
him, it must be his leg, shoulder or a pass through! And hey, don’t be
surprised when he started running with that same leg or swinging a killer punch
with the affected arm!
Oh! Common, give me a break!
I understand that the world of full of deceit, but why would
some set of people write out a whole script of lies for some individuals to
direct, some to produce and others to act it out? All to sell to us and get
paid. I mean, that cruelty is out of this world- selling out a lie! I mean, how
low can one get?
Well, if you must know, lying is a sin and all lairs must go
to hell. You don’t have to believe in hell but hell yeah- it exists.
After an excruciating minutes of listening to these
arguments across my window, I decided to go back to sleep, to drown myself in
the euphoria of my ex-beautiful dream. I remembered the word of my great
grandma and the exact instructions on how to go back to the dream you were
having before being obstructed. I stood up, closed my window to block the
noises from the arguing morons and took a chalk from my drawer. I drew a big
circle on the floor- big enough to house me in a sleeping position. I opened
the fridge and took out some ginger. I cut it in seven places and placed it all
around the circle- three at the direction of my head, two below my feet and one
each side. Then I took a spinach and chewed. I spat in my hand, rubbed them
together and rubbed in all on my face.
Comfortably, I slept in the circle with a smile- great
grandma can never be wrong. I have believed all she had ever told me. The
reminisced on the dream as directed and ensure I stayed in it. My reason of
going back wasn’t all about the money or the big mansions- but there was this
beautiful swarthy with a big booty and some moderate boobs. She was all over me
and was ready to go all down with it. I must go back, that mission must be
accomplished.
Brethren, by the time I opened my eyes, hoping to wake on my
bed in the mansion, I found myself in hell! I couldn’t believe that great
grandma, a whole ancestor of mine, also sold me a lie.
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