Death Echo's The Harsh Truth

Growing up, I always believed time was my faithful companion. It gave me the luxury to play freely, dance with abandon, eat recklessly , and embark on countless daring adventures. The excitement in me convinced me that time danced to my tune, that I had it by the balls . Then came the day Dad departed this world. In that moment, death whispered a profound truth to me, even as I was still alive. It was as if death itself spoke through him, telling me that time doesn't wait for anyone not even me;

Dad's passing shattered my illusion of limitless time and marked my first encounter with heartbreak. I wept uncontrollably, tears flowing , enough to fill up Kainji dam which illuminates Niger state. Death, in its serious & unrelenting voice, revealed the painful reality: time is fleeting, and I was foolish to ignore it. Amidst the darkness, love reached out to console me. Love assured me that my heart would mend, that death shouldn't be my voice of reason. But each time love began to heal the wounds, the harsh truth unveiled by death struck me like an economic recession, relentlessly drilling a black hole into my being.

Love pushed me to live, to open my heart once more, to defy death's serious and unrelenting words. It introduced someone into my life, a distraction from the pain. Yet, love, too, betrayed me, fracturing my heart, just like how suleija dam decided to leave a parting gift through my leg; only differ is my leg is healing but my heart int.

First, it was death, who broke my heart for the first time. Now love, who not only crushed by shattered it by disguising as a savior while planting its leg at the back of my head drowing, As I steady gulping water. Time once made me its puppet, love made me believe it cared, but death—oh, death—stood as the harbinger of raw reality. It disclosed that true love might remain elusive until I depart this world, a truth that I may never witness but may one day feel in my eternal rest.