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BROKEN

She struggled to make a speech without gallops. But NO, she could not overcome the challenge. A scholar in the field of law, but due to the challenge of dead end stammering, her relevance is in her pen. How the advocacy dream never came to pass. How she must wish she was born with another challenge. Did she feel like a laughing stock in the court when she was called to assess her students? If only we know what it feels like to want to say COME AND EAT without having to labour for frustrating long minutes to complete it. It is a challenge and a big one at that, so who did we say we are that we feel we should laugh at these ones?

Saw a movie last night and was touched. The young man had his spine dead. His case was not the same as the lecturer for his was caused by a non natural disaster being a motor bike. He had just enough money but was not able to have his legs plus he only felt activities from face to chest point. What a world! I am tired of asking WHY? Because the answer is just under my pillow —one answer I wished was not the rationale. Every second, a leg is broken. Some heal, some do not. The unlucky gets deformed, they live with it for life. They resort to suicide mission. They die because they want to stop the pain and self pity syndrome but we are quick to call them fools as tho everyone is Job. Would we be able to accept being a liability, a vegetable, a pitiful sight, a disabled soul? If I were you, I won’t hurry to blame the man who cannot have direct encounter with his body signals if he chooses Euthanasia except you got a reason why he should not. But then, it is clear you do not pray to be in the same shoe.

Many challenges showing that life slaps the rich and poor. It is a respecter of none. Pray for the unborn children. Too many children die of deformities, others live as an eyesore and a butt to the human face. We should not mock the unfortunate because we feel we are whole, it is no curse but you cannot say what your tomorrow holds —probably a worse encounter with life’s abundant sorrowful gifts wrapped in frustrating and doom wrappings. Pray for those with challenges, or be nice to them, or assist them…you can just show love(it costs no penny). Remember, life fucks all.

                                         OKOCHA OBED

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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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