lifeless

LIFELESS

BY: GABLA GODWIN 

Room bleeding with darkness. The night still as young as a baby. On the bed which sat in the corner laid a body. Flat it laid. Half naked. Belly facing heaven. Hands on head clasped as though to support the head from dropping off. 'Kpra!' The lights turned on. The body on the bed couldn't contain the light. Eyes moved towards the direction of the switch. And there he was! The man whose face commanded misery. "And what do you think you are doing?" Papa yankey asked. Silence. "You think you are free? Wait here in this house till tomorrow and you'll see how free you are" He continued. Silence. The door banged and he left. The body on the bed laid still. His mind was faraway in an abyss of strange thoughts. On his feet he stood immediately. A pen from his pocket found his hand. To a table he went. Word after word linked with a drop of tear, he penned a note. His eyes shut in seconds. A minute, two and three. His eyes still shut. Then what looked like meditation grew into weeping.
Then he stood as though he was possessed by an evil spirit. From below the table, he took a bottle. Smallish in size. Sand-brown in colour. One, two, three drops and he swallowed it all. Minutes became hours and all that was left was the body. Lifeless!