The Nigerian Immigrant

A broken heart they say heals with time, what they failed to mention was that every single occasion, misadventure or memory awakens that same fear and hurt. The death of a beloved flattens and dulls everything. Mountains and sky scrappers are brought to eye level, life looks different, unimportant. Important events lose some of its glow, and suddenly you're the ghost, you see everything and everyone and yet no one See's you, you cry your heart out in a full packed train filled with loved up couples and stoned young people and no one hears your heart beat or the sound of your heart being torn in shreds. At that moment people's opinions are dead, God is invisible and life...life is for the living...for those that do not give a rat's ass about what you feel! My cousin is dead and life...well life will go on, what if that wasn't the case? What if the world stops for a few seconds when someone dies, not for everyone of course, just for the people that cared for them-to m...

Life is a constant dose of irony You fall in love with a person, yet that person barely acknowledges you and falls head over heels in love with another. You love somebody but sometimes you feel they don't love you enough. Sometimes you're way out of your mind with loneliness and grief. Grieving over a love that is still alive, but its flames does not flicker as much. In relationships, the ones that should get married don't, the ones that shouldn't get married can't wait to run off with each other. Haven't we all heard the phrase "the good ones die young"? I've been forced to believe it myself, not only because it does seem true, but because i lost my father and his brother young. They were the most humble and respectable people I've known. They would have given up their lives for other people...they were selfless individuals. Some people will say life is a lottery. Some of us have brains, some of us don't, some draw cancer, others win car a...

Life is a constant withering of possibilities they say. Through our quick drift as mortals, certain things seem to characterize our life. They were people and thoughts. Thoughts occupy no space, people do. Some times life just places people in our paths to guide us through a difficult situation, sometimes these people are also there to strengthen and encourage us especially in very trying moments of our lives. They have a profound effect on our lives, people who leave their mark for better or worse. Most times after the storm is weathered they disappear with it, leaving you with the memories of their kindness. I'd like to think that on my death bed i will be able to recall every face that has meant a thing to me, every single act of kindness from anyone, both the ones that stayed and completed their destinies in my life to the ones that left such an indelible presence in my life. But then again why should i have to wait until my dying bed before i remember voices from the past? ...