He tortures me
Day
Night
Tortures me with huge cars
Especially lorries
Always makes me think one would fall on me
Or those huge trucks that transport heavy machinery
I can’t help but wonder
Wonder if it would loose support and crush me
Crush me to bits and pieces
All I ask is that I have an identification card with me
He tortures me
Even in my thoughts
Sneaking into my mind
Different ways I could die
Slipping off the bridge and falling into the ocean doesn’t seem like a bad idea
Then why do I grip at the chairs
Whenever they drive towards the shoulder on the bridge
Dying during childbirth is also not a bad die
A life for a life
Ironic
But special in a way
At least let me look into my baby’s eyes
And kiss the love of my life
Could it be…..a fire outbreak
No….that would be….to die a tortuous death
It might not be so bad….the smoke might kill me first
Closing my eyes and not waking up again seem tempting
But boring
Alas…all I hope for is that I say my prayer
Before waking up to death
Written by: ADEBANKE FALADE