It's so quiet, the silence is screaming in my head.
Were!
You walk on across the street, avoiding my eyes, averting your gaze, hiding your look of pity but I can read your mind, oh yes I can!
Ah, O ma shey oh!
I don’t need your pity! Who are you to shake your head at me while biting your fingers? You think you’re better off than me or that your fate is any different from mine? Now I’m the one laughing at your madness. Weep for yourselves! Lament about your situations! You’re the ones filled with delusions, you’re the ones who lie to yourselves, who put on masks and go about each day pretending all is well. Now, just who is the mad one I ask!
I miss me!
I miss me so, so much and I just wished this unknown stranger would do and go away! Sometimes I just have flashes of aw it used to be, who I used to be and damn, I miss that silly girl! Hurry up and get your backside back here, you hear? ‘cos with all your weirdness and sillybilities and eccentricities, I still miss you like crazy….but in the meantime, I need to deal with these disillusioned people who think I’ve gone bonkers.
Eleru town-council!
I’m carrying too much baggage and it’s weighing me down. They say this is the first characteristic of a mad woman. I’ve picked up several pieces along the way and each one is important, or so it seems. Well, just because I’m totting these bags around don’t make me mad. At least I’ve got something. Most of these finger-pointers have nothing. They’re just wandering through life aimlessly, without purpose or reason, with nothing to hold on to, nothing to cherish…no wonder they have time to mock me and laugh at me, pschewww! I admit that I have a little too much, time to shed some weight, but I still need my stuff, the things that matter, that makes it all matter…truth about life, that so many fail to see, including the mad-ones-who-call-me-mad, is that we all need some stuff, otherwise we wouldn’t care, would be meaningless, would just drift on…but then don’t take on what’s not yours to carry…some baggage is best left for God to carry…
so, split it all up, like you would sort through the groceries,
dried rats in one pile, fried fish in another...
Asinwin, agba-were-mesin!
So what else is new? You’ve given me enough names already, a new one makes no difference at all!
Turn out the lights!
Flick the switch,
let the darkness fall,
let it chase away the shadows and the demons lurking around corners,
let it silence the screaming,
soothing, hypnotic, illusory…
..I wish falling asleep was as easy as turning off the lights,
end this madness in dreamless sleep…
