The Life Of A Broken Bachelor

Two brown stick and one chilled sachet water will do well inside my Garri, joyfully said by Michael

He said that with joy while rushing home

The Life Of A Poor Bachelor…

He ran as fast as he could to have his Garri taken.

 Finally, he reached home; he dropped down his file, he soaked his Garri and rushed out to get two brown sticks to aid the smooth taking of his soaked Garri

He had toiled and scratched the nooks and crannies of the labor market just to lay his hands on a job promised of a juicy salary, all the dice threw could not produce him “double six”

On returning to where he put down his soaked Garri, he met his 64-year old father taking his dream Garri like a hungry prisoner

He stood up, practically looking speechless...

He did want to react but he remembered all his father's unquantifiable labor on his life, he greeted him and left him to express his pain

He sat down helplessly gazing at the linings of the sky; he confessed they are beautiful but my life is not beautiful

He pondered on— I thought to graduate from school with a fine result would have my life delivered with a juicy salary that will, of course, birth me exotic cars, mansions, and fat accounts.

I never knew I was only rejoicing in the opposite of my dream

He continues in his thoughts...

Tell me, who doesn't wish to get married early and having his home surrounded by glorious children?

Tell me, who doesn't crave to own mansions and having them decorated with mind-blowing vehicles?

Or who doesn't wish to have all the beautiful things in this world?

If you have seen one right-thinking man, who doesn't want all these, can you star him out?

The reality is, the worth of a man is coated inside his possession.

Of course, the worth of a man is not restricted to money but money can not be trampled on the ground

“Don't you know love sometimes turns cold in the arms of poverty?”. Though it may later strive, if it is true love

Michael has turned to a big daddy— this is the name given to him by his sibling's kids

He vividly remembered one of the books he read, where money was practically stressed as an important tool needed to steer the vehicle of marriage to a successful destination

He didn't wish to inflict disease of poverty on others

He didn't fail to remember a brother who was pushed to start a home he never prepared for because he was growing older

He didn't want to spread poverty like grains of rice

He didn't fail to remember Juliet who left him into the arms of Richard...

He remembers how he was begging her to exercise more patience …

His memory also fed him with the incidence of Janet, the beautiful queen.

He remembered the jingling glittering substances he bought for her on her birthday...

He remembered, how he severally lied to his father in an attempt to collect extra money for his girlfriend

He wanted to have those dreams expressed in reality not just in his thoughts

The dream of having his children running around his beautiful mansion...

The dream of driving out one of his mind-blowing vehicles...

The dream of cruising in Canada and other advanced countries of the world...

The dream of having himself wrapped by his stunning queen

It's a pity, he is nothing short of a poor bachelor with a shady future

If he is given a microphone, he also has something to say...

If he has wings like that of a bird, he has places to reach on the sky

If he is given the power to rule, he can rule too like a king

*e has become invisible or should I settle to call him a living shadow walking in the midst of men...

He is noble but not rich

He chats but seems unimportant

He calls but his calls go diverted

He texts but his texts are ignored

He is nothing but a living dead

Who cares to see, if he is heavily baptized inside the rain?

Who cares to take him to the hospital, if he is injured?

Who cares to wipe his tears with a soft handkerchief?

It's crystal clear, no one cares…

Maybe he needs to go to the mountain for prayers and fasting💁‍♂

Or he needs to brace up and learn some skills

Someone said the future doesn't belong to sissies...

“Success is designed for those that can rise beyond their failures”. 

Winners also failed!

Success is not designed for “The Lilly Hearted”, it is designed for “The Lion-hearted”

The oil of success is not tears, it is sweat squeezed out from hardwork

In the chronicle of success, sweat is the oil and grace is the key...

So without the key, the door can not be opened

He rides on thinking...

He stood up walking aimlessly on the rough path of the street. Where he was going is anybody's guess.

Some minutes ago, he was hungry as hell and now his stomach had been stocked up with million of thoughts...

He remembers one of his father's assertions, which says  “A cloudy morning doesn't always symbolize a rainy morning”

*hile he was walking aimlessly on the street under a scorching sun, from afar, he saw a young stunning man driving a Range Rover Evoque towards his direction, by the time he moves closer to him, to his surprise, it was Sunkanmi, his secondary school mate

Mike stammered to say — Sunkanmi, “The dullard boy”, are my eyes deceiving me?

Olasunkanmi majestically stepped out of his fancy vehicle—he tossed his silky body and said it's me Miko Jigi Jigi

It was a huge surprise for Michael meeting Sunkanmi in such “a glamorously renowned position”

Sunkanmi was popularly called “ The dullard boy” back then in their secondary days and he was sometimes called Sunky

Sunkanmi vehemently said to Michael, Of course, I was dull but my destiny was not dull as yours, “Michael”

He laughed at him sarcastically, entered his vehicle and drove off

He stood like a lifeless pole erected beside the right-hand side of the road, as he watched his bezzie driving past his sight

Of course, he wasn't stupid still very much conscious of his environment, if not, he would have broken down in tears like a baby boy longing for his mother's breast

He calmly wheeled himself home in pain; tears truly helped him to narrate how badly he felt

                    ...Hmmm...

I thought Education is the only key that can give men the edge in life, of course, I have failed, I did fail woefully— Mike lamented in tears...

I burnt a number of candles, I had quite a number of lectures, I had quite a number of tutorials...

Can you please tell me, who was he talking to?— I tell you, he was practically soliloquizing

I wish a certified doctor was available to run some tests on Mike — he might be running mad

He was going wild like a tamed beast who was denied of fleshy food...

He truly has bogus eyes but can not see beyond his nose

He truly has an imperiously curved nose but can not smell beyond the four walls of his room

It's a pity, “his winsome figure” can not win him some life-changing occupations

He was nothing short of a fruitlessly hurtful occupant rotting inside his father's hut

I am afraid to say— he has his future confused inside the little space of his feeble hands

He dourly said I am fed up...

He staggered in pain; can you guess what he got himself? a very thick rope, an ancient stool and he went inside his room

Before he left, he hugged his old father and told him he wants to relax inside his room...

With tears, I write this — Michael kicked the bucket 

*Michael died when he was very close to stardom...

His dad couldn't bear the pain, he was welcomed home by his son too

Two weeks after, Olasunkanmi surfaced from nowhere, when the light has faded out...

He surfaced when the birds have lost their wings

He surfaced when the eyes of glory have turned blind...

He surfaced when the black ink of yesterday had successfully stained today's fabric

He surfaced when the body had lost its soul...

 

He surfaced when Michael had crossed to the other side of the road…

Michael Durojaye ended his life into the cold hands of death...

He didn't wait to enjoy life

To every aspiring star out there— no matter what happens, do not commit suicide!

You never can tell, what will happen in the next minute?

Bachelor Mike died when he was on the verge of breakthrough