Friendly Foes [Entry 31]

Who would have thought, that bright beautiful morning was going to be my last on earth? I would have ran away from many ills with my legs touching the back of my head. I would’ve sat with my only parent and converse all day with her instead of stomping out of the house when she cautioned in a motherly tone, “Stay away from those friends of your, they’re no good news“. Had I know, they said comes at last!

I hooked up with those friends my mother warned me against, their influence in my life was one I couldn’t easily disentangle myself from. I found recognition in their midst and that was all that matters. My life had no set goals, let’s say I was totally useless to my mother, relations and even to myself except to the bunch of hoodlums I called my friends. We didn’t think of ways to benefit from one another or ways to level up. That stagnant position for us, was a comfy one. “I heard that slim girl, you called a girlfriend broke up with you”, One of my friend muttered. He was solely responsible for what happened to me. I recalled vividly, the first day he met me in the lecture hall and hide a little bag of white substance inside my satchel and beckoned on me to follow him. “You read too much, take time and relax before you run mad”, he advised. I would’ve preferred running mad on my books to what I inhaled that day. Little by little, I couldn’t let go. It became all I wanted morning, afternoon, night and even in my dreams. I became easily irritated, food began to lose its taste and colour. Everything, I laid eyes on were in black and white setting. Beauty was nothing to me, since the beholder was now colour blinded.

I was heartbroken at the thought of my girlfriend deserting me, the fact that I suffered from colour blindness didn’t extend to not recognizing love when I feel or see one. But my uselessness drove her away. As I inhaled what seemed to be my umpteenth straw, I saw the image of my beloved mum shaking her tearful face. With baby steps, I stood up to go home and my friend offered to escort me. We took a short cut home, which cut short my life. “Jump, Jump, Jump”, my friend gingered me when we got to a huge gutter, as my eyes pictured it. Since I love people hailing my name, I decided to give him a show. Immediately I jumped, I landed on a slimy stone and instantly lost stamina. As I drowned, I realized it wasn’t a gutter. I called out for help but it was all in vain. My mother would be inconsolable and I left the world with nothing to show for it. I had allowed my friends to lead me on a purposeless life.

 

This article was written by Ibemere Vivian; connect with her on IG here

1,465 thoughts on “Friendly Foes [Entry 31]

  1. Ndukwe, Chinazaepere Esther. · Edit

    I’ve just read it a third time. Your choice of words really appeals to my imagination. More grease Viv, more grease!

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  2. You know, creativity is an art. Your intuitiveness, as well as your figures of speech, coupled with your ability to caption every type of emotion on every single article of yours, ticks all the boxes for a perfect literary work. Please try to publish these works. And believe me, they are world class.

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  3. Chime Justice Ndubuisi · Edit

    I’ve read many fictional works, but this one is especially beautiful being narrated from the mouth of an omnipotent omnipotent who as it is is narrating from the land of nevermore.
    Nice one Viv. I hope the judges take cognisance of how hard it is to write from this point of view.

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  4. Nice write up! Beautiful storyline and I loved the suspense that came with it. 🙌 to think you are actually passing a message to us, brilliant! 👍#saynotodrugs

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  5. Now that’s what a I call a perfect piece. It is apt, it has depth and it is inch perfect. Looking forward to reading more from you dear. Job well done!

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  6. I had a friend who was held down by the same thing in your article but the difference is, he was lucky to get help and focus on his life. The message in your writeup is one that touches and inspires. Good work you’ve done here.

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  7. If you know Vivian, then you shouldn’t be surprise when you read her write-ups because they’re always captivating n targeted. Keep it up dear.

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    1. Yes! Exactly how I wanted the readers to feel n afterwards reflect on their own lives, it is purposeful or are we just wasting our precious time doing ‘drugs’ and others. Thanks for reading baby girl😘

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  8. Point of view used is excellent, it felt like I was in his shoes. I passed through his pains. Vee, no kidding this writeup is superb. Don’t stop dear.

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  9. I must share this
    The message is one that need serious attention in our country today before the youths turn into something else. You did a good job.

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  10. After reading, I observed 5mins of silence for all those who have gone to the land of never return without fulfilling their purpose in life. This story got me thinking it touched me. Keep it up, you’re good.

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