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Shreddd Life

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Shredded Life
Life is stress and stress is life. That’s how I perceive this disgusting life. When I
wake up in the morning, I look up in the sky and I see disgusting bluish and faded
clouds staring down at me as if laughing at my despicable, loathsome life.
When I was kid, life used to be fabulous and enjoyable. I was under the good care
of my parents. They could provide everything for me. Things were not such
difficult. ‘What present do you want John for Christmas,” my mum could ask me.
“Just nice shoes and a toy, mum.” Actually, we were living in a utopian land of
joy, another Eden of Garden until devil pulled the trigger and took away my
privilege lifestyle. My parents passed away when I was 16. They involved in a
tragic car accident. It was all in the news. “Arizona couple involve in a car accident
as they drove from a wedding ceremony.”
It was in April, 2013, a day that changed me, shaped me and made who I am today.
I heard the news and I never believed the news. I thought I was a joke, another
prank being played my media. But I started to believe it when my uncle stormed
into our home and patting in my head he said, “Am sorry John but you have to bear
with the situation.” Being a little mischievous, nervous, I looked directly into his
eyes, “where is dad…mom.” “Just cool down,” he said. It was not until the burial
day when I believed the poignant, sad news. Their coffins were black and cold.

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“Gather some courage John.” My uncle clutched my hand and lead me to pay last
tribute to my parents. I saw them, not them but their calm bodies. They were
groomed and dressed at their finest. Their eyes were staring at me…giving me a
kiss of bye bye...as if urging me to be strong and move on with life, merciless life.
At the time of their dearth, I was in my 9
th
grade in San Simon high school but I
was forced to drop out. Reason lack of fees and deluge of stress that were
flooding me day and night…every moment. Sometimes I could be forced to take
Marijuana just to relax and regain my lost conscious. I was emotionally distressed
with my parents’ demise. I had no one to look up to. My uncle was a poor
alcoholic chap. I had no brother or sister. My parents were mere farmers. After my
father’s retirement as a high school teacher back in 2004, he joined hands with
mum in farming until their death. They left me no inheritance, nothing.
One day I went to my room, put some loud hip-hop music on (“Hell Yeah” by
Dead Prez) and I sat back in the couch while piping my weed. Memories began
crashing, crinkling in my head. My brains dissolved and it began solidifying. I
thought and reasoned. The more I thought the more depression got hold of me. No
parents. No sibling. No dependable relatives. Forlorn life. Meaningless world.
Contemptible lifestyle. Groaning memories continued to hit and shred my head and
for the first time in my life, I began to think, all qualities ascribed to God,
omnipotent, omniscient and omnibenevolent were mere illusion. Just pulp of wind.

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Shredded Life Life is stress and stress is life. That’s how I perceive this disgusting life. When I wake up in the morning, I look up in the sky and I see disgusting bluish and faded clouds staring down at me as if laughing at my despicable, loathsome life. When I was kid, life used to be fabulous and enjoyable. I was under the good care of my parents. They could provide everything for me. Things were not such difficult. ‘What present do you want John for Christmas,” my mum could ask me. “Just nice shoes and a toy, mum.” Actually, we were living in a utopian land of joy, another Eden of Garden until devil pulled the trigger and took away my privilege lifestyle. My parents passed away when I was 16. They involved in a tragic car accident. It was all in the news. “Arizona couple involve in a car accident as they drove from a wedding ceremony.” It was in April, 2013, a day that changed me, shaped me and made who I am today. I heard the news and I never believed the news. I thought I was a joke, another prank being played my media. But I started to believe it when my uncle stormed into our home and patting in my head he said, “Am sorry John but you have to bear with the ...
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