My Skit is Committing Suicide

At a backyard –there were stacks of faces facing one another in the face facing the face of the two vying fine young men exchanging words… Fisticuffs were beginning to come as their eyes were beginning to turn from red into black or so sha. The sun was seated in the sky having brought forwards more seats for the comely coming moon to exchange guard as usual. The shadows of every face have long been buried in the faces of the fading day as expected. Then there was an old lad wobbling closer, one pace then the next with his wise staff looking brokenly tired and yet knocking cracking sounds out of the earth as we know it so.

“Ah! I will kill you o… ehn ehn… na me get hanging first oooooo…” Sobbed Okafor. Na me, na me go first hang. I am the first to reach here. Am I not? Hey abi, everyone, is that not?
Come on kweep quiet! “Shouted Ola”. Oh-my-oh-my you don’t know wharisgoingon, you go no eventuarr…. Come on wharisgoingon, wait what can be going on that fit reach my own biko nu… “Interrupted rhetorically Okafor”. Both laughed boisterously with wonderment written bigly on either faces. The rope was dangling dancing to the whistling wings of winds hitting it sideways and the stool was looking at both of them expecting the first to come and go.

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Look, omo ina, I know you are ready to die like am ready too buhhhhhhh, you know, e go take time to die na, it is not kiakia the rope get your neck and the stool commot you go die o, you go choke begging for air and air no go show face, at least I no that for inside movies. Why don’t you just allow make I do mine first before before before… they… their money… the money… yeh… Wo, hmmmm… hey… hmmmmm… Wo come…. See, learn from how I die so e no go dey new to you. “Said quietly into Okafor’s left ear”.
This drama makes no sense to me fellas. “Said a bored educated face whose shoes’ have bent at different sides”. The old lad remained watching both with his eyes fixed into their dead spirits. The third character he must have been, whose part of the script was to remain mute, I guess.
Don’t be bored by this piece my dear learned fellow. There is essence in nonsense even and that is the point my people –seeing sense in all things. This man you see hanging will die committing suicide soon but could the problems life could NOT solve be solved in death? Look at how life is leaving Ola’s squeezed long. Feel the trepidation running through each of his vein and arteries. Hear the loud cries, fading voices of his shattering heart shedding tears in agony. Look at his eyes emitting regret as crimson tear glands are marching down his distorted countenance. What a beautiful ugly feeling. Isn’t it? “Expressed sorrowfully, the old lad”
Okafor, biko show; you have indeed seen how happily Ola left just now right? Alright, now every face here, draw, draw closer. My people, I beg you to draw closer, form an encirclement around me this evening and listen attentively to the words of the wise. Listen attentively to the voice of the universe. The mother earth now cries out loud, can you all not hear her sobbing? She sobs daily as glories of people are being kept in the earth to waste even before their time. She blubbers every midnight in agony because today none is ready to wait a bit more in hopes. ‘OH! YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO TAKE THE LIFE YOU WERE GIVEN FOR FREE. IF HAPPINESS WILL NOT COME, GO AND GET IT YOURSELF –CREATE HAPPINESS FOR YOURSELF. LIVE AND LET LIVE. THERE ARE MANY BETTER WAYS TO DEAL WITH ANY PAIN, CHOOSE WISELY. YOUR OWN PROBLEMS CANNOT BE THE WORST.’ “Said the old lad slowly, lamenting…”.

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