Thick Memories by Jodekss

I, have long loved to archive a lot of stuffs in order to reflect on them in the times to come. I am a man of unbelievable projections and no fancy about that.

Tʜɪs ɪs ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʙɪᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ sᴛᴏʀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴇɴᴄᴏᴜʀᴀɢᴇ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ...

Back in the years, let's say between 2008-2012, when I was passing through an horrible depression and rejection, I was practically and literally mad.

If you go through my poems then, they are so grotesque and hard to comprehend.
Okey, that is one of my looks then... LOOK AT THE IMAGE TAGGED. 

That is the look of a lonely young man fighting through depression, an horrible one so to say.

Reel the poem I used to archive the picture (I didn't edit a word in it, as you might know I am an Editor now so... 😉:

"A caustic light was never, further to my 'rounding up'

The times was so limbo-stacked still amazing my amazement yet

The cup is filled

Drained and dried I thanked with thumbs up

Sit, confusing I confess: even when the hype is with

There would be another item to add to by mounting up...

Now the universe hullabaloo that this re-covering is called insanity...

And yes since that's the shape to a happy morrow

I am happy

The new me... [[f9.wink]]"

That was the lineation that marked my matching out even though everyone in my life misunderstood me safe for God and myself and my write-ups 😊. Oh dear, I was sickly in pains!

HOT: ANOTHER TRUTH ABOUT PROFESSIONAL COURSES (NYSC AS INFERENCE) 

THE LOOSING POINT

At a point God helping, I developed this quote, "Better a little light than no light at all".

This idea that cooked that quote popped up in me one day then through a mystical experience. I was in my dad's room at the wee hour of the day, depressed still as usual and mad still as usual and....

There was power outage (that is not unusual around here 🇳🇬). I had a lamp close by. We failed to charge it. I could not see. It was thick dark, creamy thick that my big eye balls could not fight through to see a thing. I was though not scared but one thing was vivid, I could not see.

But being my dad's room, I could walk blindly, tapping and poking the floor and the wall and the bed, to pick stuffs there having known where they always are.

I reached out for the lamp. I put it on as low as it was and it glowed so deem. At least, I could still be noticed holding a light. It was able to lit in its least. It saw me out to the passage. Then to the parlour where there was brighter light. Then it occurred to my understanding. This is it. This is a message. This is not just an event. Even the Bible holds, "Everything works together for good". I held unto that and I fought through, out of that circumstance.

Well, as long as we all are alive, we all are fighting through something or some things relatively. Taking one's life or giving up is never a solution, there is always darkness because there was always Light first. Never forget that!

But majority are fighting through in the thick darkness without reaching out for the torch (Light) in spite it is all low to light.

Don't be one of them. Look for it, hold unto it, hold it up and never let it go till you get to the passage, past the passage, then into a brighter light eventually. Your Light is still alive. Jesus is the true Light! All you have to do is pick and click ON and you'd see.

©2019 Jodekss Gloatkenf - Writer et Editor