in the rise of the dark

a ride with death

Its not a funny chase, I could run past everybody and away, till they don't know where I had gone to. I have the speed and enough strength to do just that. I had ran past everybody that, if the others had ran like me, the scathed would've stop and applaud us. Instead, knowing they were far away, I stopped tracked back to urge them ran faster. The scathed are still on our heels. Amaka who was not feeling too well earlier, to my amazement past Lotanna and Emeka. If there's an over view on us, it will show a swam of scathed after six persons. For goodness sake if they catch us, will they be able to get a cockroach size of meat per each scathed? And they weren't ready to quit venturing after our blood and meat. There is this devious anger written all over them, their repeated grunting bending their mouths to the side, mouth moving as if it is grinding a difficult bone, and puffing  sporadically with the mouth, running sideways as if someone faster is holding onto one of the hands. They all have high voice instantly, as soon as their lives became scathed. We ran all through the bush paths, till we happily burst into a major road. No human I believe can merge this things when it comes to endurance. This things are no longer human beings, they are for sure operating on another frequency. These cannot, not anymore be on a circumference, of the same equation with that of a living things. What have we done to the world, still we are convincing us that all is well, whereas, we are by ourselves, have seen us to the highway of destruction. How can a human be so transformed. This is not evolution. We ain't evoluting any shit. We are just desperately inhuman, deceiving ourselves of civilizing. Civilizing without the law, the rules of life and nature is evil, devious, it is destructive, and that destruction this generation have unfortunately to deal with. Is saddening we have by our hands led us to this, the world has disappointedly, mostly due to greed, shared wickedness, and blindly destroyed the beautiful work of nature. Still we do not see it as our fault, we have wickedly and ignorantly diffused destructive measures onto ourselves, yet we want to be celebrated for doing so. Everybody today is working at been celebrated for anything we do, even when such a thing is devilish. We'd gotten to that point, where we design destructive things, coat it with lies, and present it as the next best thing. Whereas, inside of this things are gunpowder waiting to explode. Worst of all is even when this are found, list of power and money shot the mouth of those who are placed, to correct such when they arise. We destroy our tomorrow today.
Too much of fake things that are not worth being at all to be in existence, is advertised to us to accept, over what nature shielded from us not to have anything to do with. Human and it adventurousness, left their own side of the bargain of the part to exist, and are now existing in another's side. There are part of this world, that are meant to be refuse dump, because the things there are not good for man and nature. And are shafts, scraps wield off to destroy itself in the dump, but men think they are more sympathetic than God, men deceive them gullible fellow beings by making them believe that they are more compassionate than God, and so make them to go against the precept he has laid down as rules for us. We want to be seen as the real God, by taking over, because we are physically here, disrespecting the teaching that, if you don't know where you are coming from, you don't know where you are going to. Meaning we did not learn, and ignorantly so, the story between Adam, Eve and the serpent. Everyday, we schemed a new means of lies of making the world a easy place to live, a conducive place for us, a haven for us. But all we are deceiving ourselves, misleading us, and solidifying our claiming of hell as the next real place, whereas there's a better place built for us than this. We only have to be faithfully patient and the crown of glory will be ours, alleluias sang for us, but we allow ourselves to lazily and unappreciative of reason of life, let our lives out of the main reason of it existence. Which is to be refined for eternal glory.
The glory we by ourselves choked to death, and the eternal stare down at us helplessly, and unable to do us a favour. Why? We are our own devil.
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We thought we are on the path of safety, on the path of glory when we found ourselves on the main road, but that seem to prove the most dangerous. Because, in the bush the trees save your sounds, noise, breath in the bush. On the road we became exposed to everything we were saved from, all can then see you, and hear you, you are like on a stage, and to all manner of danger you are exposed to.
We want to be compact, by being there for each other, for the safety of all. Originally nothing but the hunger to be safe only can make us run this much, and are still running. When one is truly hungry for something, he non relentlessly pursues it, till he gets it. Which informs why some give up the race to life halfway, because they only pretends, and not really after it, little wonder long distance runners cover the distant they do without tiring, the glory they see far away. Which informs why women relentlessly, swims the pains of labour, they see the glory from far away. Which informs why people goes through the pains of this world patiently, and diligently follow the laid down rules for survival, the precept of the orator, the creator, so to make it to the ultimate prize. If we have do, we will not find ourselves in this mess we are now. Fighting for the wrong fight for survival, this one, the distractive fight for survival.
The scathed not only are pursuing us now from behind, they are popping out from the front. While I was urging others to run, a scathed popped out aiming straight at my hand, I dodged it and pushed it away, well so away from others. Then I realized that we need our weapon to be safe on the road. Unlikely the bush that we only need to run away from this things, this time we need to do more than that to be safe. Obviously we are inviting troubles to ourselves, by being on the road. But the problem the world refused to dealt with, is keeping us in this danger. We see the road as plain and broad, easy to be accessed, and so kept on it. And did not reason that others also are seeing that road, and are in dare need of everything on it. As we are running, more and more scathed poured out on the road, giving us works to do.
The more we take out, the closer the ones on our heels gets to us. We have been coming across abandoned vehicles and did not enter, but we cannot die in this hot blood and so we have to enter this bus now, because we are tiring out. I made sure that others enter first, and as I was about to a scathed grabbed my shirt from behind, and another from under the bus grabs my legs, as I matched on the hand holding my leg, I fight to push away the one with a grip on my shirt. Lotanna stabbed the one behind, while my stamping on the one grabbing my leg, had broke the hand, I realized that the hand is still having it grip on my leg, so I fling it away, in the manner if kicking it. We jammed and locked the door, while the whole scathed that have been after us surrounded it, shoving and pushing it around till it fell over and over again. Its a courier bus, only the front had glass.
This things are getting crinkled by the day, and behaving more and more crapulously, and getting more splenetic in nature by the day.
The front part of the bus and the load part of it are linked to each other. Only two straps of ropes demarcating it. Somehow I feel like we have companies inside the bus, as the scathed beings shuffle at the bus, I managed to reach and peeped at the front, and discovers two scathed belted to the front seats, they must be the delivery guys. They non stopping charged at us, grunting and longing to be the ones to get a grip at us. Shaking and shuffling on their seats, they cried and protested, yes? They should be against we boarding their bus, isn't that what they do as a first step of safety. They most likely are protesting our presence, and want us out, or in their tommy.
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On the day I and Sarahdina visited Mr Salahadine, he opened the inner door that led to the secret room, yes, we are marvelled at what he had seen inside of that wonderfully, designed room. Yet we did not see the big ones, until his table gave way to reveal the big snake locked up in the a glass. The snake could do nothing to attack, because its caged and harmless by what will not take man too much stress to get away from, because here it is powerless, though ready to attack but cannot. Mr Salahadine theories was playing in my head he said something that caught my attention that day.
- most a times we busy ourselves, with the things we can see, and not doing better by working well for the ones we cannot. -
After showing us inside of his office, the men we never knew are in the school guarding him, the others working hardly to produce what he never told us. He then said to us again.
- people are quick trying to kill what's troubling them, instead of paying attention to it, and finding out why that thing is after them, harnessing it, working g with it to know how yo settle the issue. -
- are you saying sir that, if Sarahdina is after my life to kill me for her own selfish interest, I should allow her. -
He smiled, and told us that what makes us ingenious, is to then be able to find out, if such a person is after our lives for the purpose of selfish interest, or for the common good of everybody.
- it is easier to conclude that someone is after our lives, than investigating if truly they are after our lives, mostly, because we are lazy to do that, or blind to see when the person was craving for our attention, or, is trying to explain our evil at them. And when they arose to defend what they believe, we say they are after our lives. One who work for selfish interest will want to get that thing and is gone, but he who is fighting for the course of what he believes remains there, even when he gets that thing or not, you may chase him away but he remains there. -
He diverted Sarahdina's attention, then slip the metallic object into my pocket, he did not gave it to me into my hand, but the paper? He shoved into my hand, now I remember vividly. His word played back again.
- people see what is on the outside, and liked it, but doesn't know, or care to know that, or what is in the inside, don't be carried away by the outside, always try to know the inside, they tell more about the outside. And deals with the outside thoroughly and better.
Mr Salahadine word sunk, and playfully in my mind I thought about doing the most odd thing at this time. The scathed strapped, cannot reach me, so I stretched my hand, and slotted a CD in the hole, the music wanted to start when the bus was rolled over again, this time to stand on it tyres. This time instead of the music to play properly, it'll only but skit and was scratching, I noticed that the sound it produces was making the two inside the bus uncomfortable, and so I increased the volume to it highest level, the two inside began looking for means to escape from the bus, few minutes after all the scathed were gone. My friends were glad and celebrated, at a point, we have lost hope of surviving, Amaka was quick to hail me, calling me a true leader.
- captain, major general, field Marshal Somadina. -
We bursted unto laughter, Lotanna, stabbed the two scathed in the bus, unstrap them, then pushed them away. I turned the ignition of the vehicle and it answered, and zoom, we drove away. As we were driving away, one scathed, one stubborn scathed insists on hanging on, on the roof of the vehicle. Since the CD sound is the medicine we used it well to the fullest blazing the noise as the scathed gingerly walks away, Ebere then began to play with the bus horn dancing to it sound, as we zoom away.