My Suicide Note
Now I wait for death, this is the end of the road for me, and here is my very own suicide note; jargon that might save you from my fate.
As I point this gun to my will, as I tie this rope to my dreams, as I am about to jump off before I reach my expected heights, I would like to say this.
I came, I saw, I conquered but unfortunately to conquer isn’t a one-time thing, it isn’t a two or three or seven time thing either, it is a continuous process that ends till you lose or the greatest warrior fights for you.
I learnt what I needed to learn about life the easy and the hard way, they said consistency and resilience can’t go wrong, but then they throw you in a quicksand.
The Yoruba said "To get that which no other man has gotten, he has to do what no other man has done" Well I did what no other man has done and I got what no other man has gotten but not in the way I expected, not in the way they let us thought.
I left home to hunt the elephant, either I died or I won it all. the elephant took me home, I went big yet I was brought home. I am indeed in the quicksand and no amount of hard work can help me, consistency would only make me sink faster, not doing anything would make me sink slower.
I have proposed in my heart to kill my dreams, my will and my ambition and so when the one who knows my origin is ready, he will either assign me a new one or resurrect the things I killed.
As for life, I need not take it too seriously because, at the end of the day, almost all don’t make it out of life alive.
