Modupe - Dialogue With God
Why the f**k am I here. Sorry, I mean ... why am I here? Why am I here Lord?
Is it, the ideas? You could have given them to me anywhere.
Is it exile?
Lord?
Again?
No. No...
I already did my time. Yes yes, I know I failed, miserably. We both know that. And yes, the devil knows it too—he likes to remind me as often as he can.
You know it, I know it, the devil knows it. But... we had a deal.
12 months I was there, okay maybe not 12 months but almost 12 months.
I made the best of it, you know I did.
I know, I know, I made big mistakes, but we... we had an understanding.
I explained, I begged to be purged and blotted, you listened, you cleaned me, you forgave me, you have forgotten about it.
Oh okay, so it’s not exile; what is it then. Am I here to meet someone? Some lessons I need to learn?
Why here Lord?
Why now?
When the devil comes knocking, the one who isn’t home can’t open?
Wait, God, are you hiding me?
Am I here to avoid someone? Something?
I’m sorry, I have to go.
I think they found me… Maybe I went looking.
I’m sorry Lord, but if you’re still with me... please, don’t let me open the door again.
