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I sat and stared; I stared and saw; I saw nothing; Nothing but all; All i ever wanted. I just sat and Stared; I stared at the Wall; And the wall just stared Back. I sat and stared At the wall; All with a minauderie of Courage and perspicacity; Then like a bright light, Its eyes shone blinding me, With trepidation and oblivion. I was just seated there, Like a mannequin, just moping at the wall. And the wall; it just Stared right back. Painfully, i saw no eyes In them. I sat staring at the wall. A thousand eyes stared right back. But i saw none, Than that inside my mind; Seen by my soul...

When we give in to subjectivity, we subconsciously relinquish the perk of good reasoning given to us by Nature ; We become instrumentation and properties of people who know how powerful our mind, as educated and intelligent beings,can be especially when they pledge loyalty to a thing. Also, they understand that winning a sane objective mind is difficult unless the argument is genuine and valid especially in cases where facts are readily available but because they need you to  be unreasonable and subjective, they would make you feel the need to save yourself. So they come at you using your emotions as bait, they tell you that your heart is threatened, they tell you how you will have to forfeit something you love so much, they also tell you, like every villain pretends right before he strikes,that they are ready to help you; That way they get your full attention but with less or no objectivity, then they tell you they will help keep your heart intact and save your "love", yo...

It’s another beautiful day. New crops are being planted. Cows are being milked. Fresh harvests are made. It  hasn't  stopped raining. How scorching bright, the sun still declare his presence. How refreshingly well, the breeze under the tree still serves us. How sweet the smell of drizzles when it hits the native soil. Still, we scamper to borrow umbrellas Still, we're being terrorized by floods. Still, faulty homes and poorly founded houses abound. Still, we whine about the weather. History has never left us alone. Our story writers have never relented. Our petrol has become synonymous with our air. Our resilience only increases. We still pray to God. Still, we reach to strangle one another. Smiles; inspired by deceit. Bigotry and egocentrism cloaked with pietism. The conductor still asks us for change. Lads are still at one other’s throat for the glorified mirages on girlie blogs. Myriads of Cubs are still found lying...

I lied on the soulless floor lost in thought of how i managed to come this far in the first place, my eyes were fixed on the ceiling that is black enough to be used as a school board. In matter of days this would become my cottage, I would have to come back here every night and leave from here every morning to wherever i would need to go to. This apartment and all its shabby cohorts would become mine too, I would eat, bathe, sing and reflect right in here.  If i could choose, i mean if i had the absolute liberty and that includes having the pecuniary means, i know i wouldn't ban myself into a desolate hutch right in the heart of the city where technocrats and art aficionado sojourn regardless of their chosen professions. But now that i have got a place to lay my head just right in the world i covet, it's up to me to work hard and smart to fit in and sustain it. I lied on the floor because the janitor liked my smiles; my smiles would probably have afforded me a rug an...