I chop pizza sotey I fear myself. It was just a few slices away before it started growing on my head.
'These girls think say them get sense' I thought. "Them go fear me" I said loudly to myself.
It was a whole lot fun, you won't believe those girls stayed at the door waiting patiently till I got tired.
"You know she doesn't eat much" Goodness recalled.
"Don't worry she got soon open the door" May supported.
When I knew and was satisfied that I would run away from pizza if I ever saw it again, I opened up the door as my "sisters" pounced on what was left like hungry lions(that's what they were).
They finished it before I could get to wash my hand and started running after me like 'freshly baked mobile pizza'(hahaha) like seriously?
(Are you asking me?)..they can't catch me...have you forgotten that I am an athlete?, I outran them all...lol.
When all of the wild goose chase was over, we sat down and laughed till Nonso started running slides of pizza through her nose.
"Nonso take it easy ooo" May cautioned, "We would be ashamed to announce that you died of excessive consumption of pizza" she joked as we all laughed so hard that Dinma broke the chair on which she sat on.
I drank the drugs carefully, I was sure it was what I wanted. I was ready to go and face God, 'after all He didn't really care about me' I told myself.
For the first time in many months, I was sure of what I really wanted "to leave this miserable world" I smiled amidst the tears that chocked me.
In twenty minutes, I had granted about thirty-eight pills a safe passage into my stomach. I should've felt good, shouldn't I???
Yes, I was supposed to, but I didn't. The painful twitch in my stomach reminded me that I flashed death and he was calling me back. I had no choice, I had to respond to his call as I lay my head down on the dining table clenching my stomach, I realized that I was not just soaked in tears but in a pool of my own blood also. Upon this realization, I wept, not because I felt pain, but because of the pain I would be putting everyone through.
(I really wonder why people think its so easy to commit suicide, it's not a mission that can ever be completed in one day, it takes a lot of courage and strength and courage developed by hurt and pain that has been bottled up over the years, plus it hurts a lot). These were my thoughts as my spirit floated away from it's host...I WAS GONE.
I was happy, there suddenly was no pain, everything felt so beautiful, quiet and peaceful. A type of peace I have never felt before, suddenly it was disturbed as I heard the sound of many voices I couldn't identify, all calling out to me. The voices floated across my ears, like a strong force I was pulled out of this amazing peace. I struggled but those forces were stronger than I was, still I fought with strength from no where....at that point I wondered 'what if I stayed alive and fought with all these strength that I am using to pull myself towards oblivion, maybe, just maybe I'll be fine and others too'. But no, I was greedy, I cared more about running away from my pain than putting smiles in the faces of the people that cared about me in this world.
"What is going on?" I could detect as they struggled to lift my lifeless body off the ground. Then u heard the ambulance siren blare, I imagined the colors, they were beautiful, I thought.
Suddenly, my phone rang. It was Hossie. I am sure he was calling to know if everyone was okay because I had notified him of the panic call. I picked it and looked at scolded her saying "looked what you caused, you made my prince worried" I teased. "I've got to take this" I excuse myself cos of the noise caused by their uproarious laughter and chattering.
"Hi baby" came Hossie's voice. "Hope you are OK?" He continued, "Hope the girls are fine?" He went on and on.
"Babe pause" I said laughed "Everyone is fine so calm down, I'll talk to you later OK? I said.
"Alright darling" he responded.
"I love you" I said as I hung up.
''Hossie can worry" I said aloud to myself a o went back in to meet the girls.
