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Listen to yourself, listen carefully. You either hear an earthquaking murmur from your inside, or a muted sound. A muted mind is a dead man walking, he is just waiting for his last sleep on earth. The man with ceaseless inner murmurings is you and I; we are imperfect and needful of too many desires – it is normal that our mind yells at us, it is just desirous of one too many cravings. We all crave because we want a growth, and satisfaction; sex, money, power, and respect are key reasons man craves. One thing that separates fresh bones from chewed bones is pieces. We are broken plates, we are A4 papers dumped in a basin of water, we are chewed bones, we are crippled, and left overs. What is the bitter sweet truth?

God never privatised humans to some soul thirsty companies, He could have upon the fall of Adam. The option He gave man was freewill; there are two slots, but one pigeonhole for every soul. The earth is cursed, but it still has the fruit of blessing – a man in pieces never partakes in it. Good books are good for the brain, it has principles and philosophies; good ideas are needed, it betters the world we live in. But the ultimate thing is what you choose, choice is the bitter sweet option left with man. Choice makes a man transform from tears to cheers, choice also makes us move from buoyancy to poverty. A word is enough for the wise, a choice is a stitch or a piece.

We are pieces from birth, it is irrespective of the spoon you were born with. A rich man is never satisfied, he wants more wealth. A poor man is far from comfortability, he craves for a little bread. A rich man knows earthly secrets, the poor man gave up and resorted to alcohols – he embraced his shattered state. The rich man must be envied, but he remains unstitched. You only stop worrying when you choose Christ; He is the inner peace you need. I have come to this realisation, inner peace is a stitch to human’s worries and fear of tomorrow; you could be rich and famous but if you not fathered by Christ’s dictates, you are but broken bones, you need to stitch up.

                                                                                               OKOCHA OBED



My name is Okocha Obed, you can call me Obeezy. I love to display aesthetics through my ink—I must say writing is my small world. I consider myself a deep writer; I say I am deep because I have discovered that part about myself, even, my fabulous audience share same view. I believe in connecting to all kind of persons as there is always something to learn from everyone. I see myself as an actor; to stay on the stage, I need to think ink. The voice is a reflection of myself and my conscience. I always felt I could be like superman while growing up. It was pretty ridiculous so all I did was dream of being a soldier. It was abortive. So I created a world where I could keep talking about the ills in my community but with other flavours to show I am growing into completeness. keep reading.


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