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.
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