Saturday, July 4, 2009

IT HAPPENED TO SOMEONE I KNOW CLOSELY.

I have often been perturbed by the lack of human feelings for the spiritual. Man was fused in the maze of the mind, body and spirit. interestingly we seem to be more attainable towards the former two. It is not irrational, delusional or psychologically demerit for one to be informed of the spiritual ambience and forces that revolve around our stately being. after so many confusions about the components inherent in the manufature of man, scholars have 'managed' to agree that afterall there is indeed an extention of the metaphysical in every man. Whether one has learnt its admission or relate to its generative flux, matters less for a man could either utilize his spiritual force or have it utilized for him by a fellow man who understands and could even manipulate it.

People witness several grotesque things every day and they bother not to to talk about it, for they fear they would be reserved for the senatorium. which brings me to tell this story which actually happened to a friend of mine.

I remember that very cold afternoon clearly. It had rained heavily and the weather was bitingly cold. I was in a recumbent position on my bed when he bolted into my room, sweating inspite of the freezing air about. I equally jumped at his entry, in readiness for an attack. Although my position presented a man in no state to encounter an onslaught cause I was more frightened than defensive in my posture. But when I realized it was just him and he was the cause for alarm, he was visibly shaking all over like someone who had seen a ghost. And really, he indeed had. I slid of the bed slowly watching him cautiously. I approached him the way a lion would attempt its prey, touched him. His body was surprisingly cold. I motioned him to sit down but refused, shaking his head in rejection to my gesture. I left him for a while, went into the kitchen to see if I could fix him a hot cup of tea. But before I could walk out of the room, he began talking, like a record that was remotely set off, I listened. I will be presenteing his story to you in the first person, with every detailed punctuations and references to his exact expressions

INTREPIDITY SAGACITY and MAVERICK

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To change him is to put a dent on him. A distraction neither you nor him will relish. He is 'a zephyr and a whirlwind',. He is quaint. Sudden as the weather, Hard and gentle as the desert and not forgetting a faulty camaraderie