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 What do they do Those working 8 am to 8 pm Monday to Sunday What do they do  With their free time They drink  They smoke  They indulge in quick fun Coz they know  It's only a few hours to work Having to wash, buy, visit, rest, talk to,  tend to this and that in a span of a few hours No time for dates and flirting games Quick sex No time to boil meat Quick snack They have a lot to say but settle on small chitchat Once believers of dreams Now they are just but slaves of time Have barely two choices in life One is hard to choose The other already chosen for them  Headaches over deadlines Misfits Taking a cold shower trying on different suits  Doesn't make you fresh Only way to forget is to get drunk  Or  lay with someone who won't ask questions This is life for many of us It's how we thrive As long it puts food On other people's tables and  you look hardworking infront of their eyes you are good Time waits for no man Norman's clock ha...

Part 4.. 😁   “Souley..,” “come on don’t be stupid.” “You escaped death by a whisker yesterday,” “And” “you want to go back..?” She looked into my eyes, saw the firm determination in them to go get my things sighed, she then said, “I’ll go get them for you after we eat.” “Okay..?” When she said that, I just turned back, and went back to sit down. Soon the food was ready, and she served us both. The food was delicious, it’s aroma captivating, making my mouth water moments before I even had my first bite.  We ate in silence, each one concentrating seriously on his or her plate. Only when we finished wiping our plates clean of any morsel of food, did I comment that the food was indeed amazing. From her reaction, I saw that the comment had a positive impact. She then asked me the directions to Talia’s place to get my stuff and off she went.  After what seemed like forever, she came back. I can’t piece together what happened up there, but when she came back, ooh boy! She was a...

Oh I am a wreck Everything I touch I break From hearts to promises I always end up with regrets Is it me  or  is there somebody else  living  inside my body? I don’t feel like myself Sometimes  I plan to get up the next morning  go to work But night comes  I can’t sleep  so I don’t come out of this bed  in sunrise  because I feel exhausted  and I can’t relax There comes a time  I don’t even know  what date or time it is I just exist  in the moment  trying to run away from reality This is a 100km race Am sweating and panting profusely  but I don’t see the finish line  after an everlasting race I might lose it already  hope is cascading I might be fading beyond recognition I don’t recognize this man  I have grown to be Am growing less each day of my life  and  I have a son who looks up to me I believe he does  maybe he doesn’t I just can’t contemplate  How do I raise a Son...

Pain wrecked havoc on my body as adrenaline dropped to zero levels. She laid me on her white cotton sheets as she went in the bathroom.  Damn! Those hanging lines  that had snapped  had done a number on me. She came back later with a washcloth dripping with some liquid and as she attended to my injuries, boy! Did it sting like a hive full of bees descending on one that has invaded their hive and stolen their honey.  Working her way down to my ass injury, she poured spirit on the wound. That pain was just too much it felt like every nerve on my body was triggered at that moment plus I was exhausted thus I found myself blacking out cold. I woke up hours later, my injuries all bandaged particularly my ass that had been shot, and my body still hurt like hell, I kid you not.  Sitting up seemed to take all of eternity because every single movement I made or tried to make triggered a fresh dose of pain for me.  As I perused the room, I noticed to my side there was...