SolChadele
'The Death of Whales'
These are the words I use to hear every day when I was young. And every single day, those four words echoed through the news and lay stagnant on hospitals for years. Everyone blamed all of their loss on it as if it was the only thing they could think of. It was like karma for all the things that mankind has done over the years like something that grew from ourselves and became our own sickness. It's like cancer but contagious, in a way that it's almost like spilled ink on paper, spreading like wildfire and the only way that could stop it is to avoid contact with it in any form like breathing. As a child born in near the end of the chaos, my mother would always tell me the stories about the Death of Whales as a demon who takes away every little piece of happiness in you once you are afraid and weak in spirit. She always said that the only way to fight the demon was to never give up and have faith in God. Nobody knew how it all started and trying to know would be like asking a blind person what blue is.