The Call Of Nature: Oblivion
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Oblivion, a mighty call that tore naked, our innate peace and calmness.
The peaceful sound of the drum played by team of drummers didn't bring any euphoria. Beside the newly dug grave, there stood, elegantly, able bodied men waiting for the final procedure to carry out the final duty; the duty that seemed impossible to her. She had wished her to stand and prove it all wrong. She had waited for such moment with deepest fear and never imagined it, so soon. Who on Earth would believe that a womb that defeated spirits of barrenness, and prevented the lineage of Okeke from vanishing into the thin air could bow to Oblivion.
She watched in bereave as the able bodied men lowered the coffin down. Tear were gone for such is needless. Soon enough the priest had sprinkled holy water on the white sobber coffin, the able body men began to fill the grave with red earth. Kpitim kpitim, the sound came to her with shock; it brought back a reminiscent of passed lovely life the gone woman gave fatherless children.
Oblivion is indeed a call awaiting everyone. It made her mind stronger.
Left alone in solitude, she looked up to nothing but God and fate. Would there ever come comfort and help? In the upcoming days of tribulations, tide and Storm wreck, who will be a rescue!
Oblivion, a mighty call that tore naked, our innate peace and calmness.
The peaceful sound of the drum played by team of drummers didn't bring any euphoria. Beside the newly dug grave, there stood, elegantly, able bodied men waiting for the final procedure to carry out the final duty; the duty that seemed impossible to her. She had wished her to stand and prove it all wrong. She had waited for such moment with deepest fear and never imagined it, so soon. Who on Earth would believe that a womb that defeated spirits of barrenness, and prevented the lineage of Okeke from vanishing into the thin air could bow to Oblivion.
She watched in bereave as the able bodied men lowered the coffin down. Tear were gone for such is needless. Soon enough the priest had sprinkled holy water on the white sobber coffin, the able body men began to fill the grave with red earth. Kpitim kpitim, the sound came to her with shock; it brought back a reminiscent of passed lovely life the gone woman gave fatherless children.
Oblivion is indeed a call awaiting everyone. It made her mind stronger.
Left alone in solitude, she looked up to nothing but God and fate. Would there ever come comfort and help? In the upcoming days of tribulations, tide and Storm wreck, who will be a rescue!
A call to oblivion
ReplyDeleteQuite fascinating Sir.
ReplyDeleteKeep the good piece up sir!