I had various thoughts in my head when I started to write this article, some of which were warm while others were malicious.
I have lived my life rather beautifully and have sang a lot of sad songs but I'll never for once regret that I ever got to be able to live life at all.
If My mom was given the chance to write this article, I'm sure she'd not have been able to finish it because her tears would have soaked the whole paper rendering it useless.
Looking at my self in the mirror, I can see a slight reflection of my mother's in my face, but there is a big difference, her's had been a face that had been stricken with suffering, protruding cheekbones, eyebags, wrinkles around her face and a shade of hopelessness.
Her suffering had started when her perfect marriage crumbled because she wasn't able to provide a child at all. Before long her loving husband had found solace in another woman and had brought her home as a second wife and in less than a year she'd given birth to twin boys.
I know you're probably wondering how I fit into the picture if my mother was barren. Well, she wasn't actually barren, I guess she was just unlucky or hopelessly deemed for destruction, whatever the answer may be, let's not ponder too much about it.
If you're expecting me to tell you about all the challenges she faced, and all the painful ordeals she had gone through, I already did, you just saw the whole picture in your head. Don't thank me now thank me later.
So I grew up with anger geared towards my dad and his lovely wife and envy for my twin brothers. They had killed my mother more psychologically and she started to lose her will power. She had given up the ghost more times than I could count.
I'm actually seated in the basement room they had provided for us out of their heartfelt generosity. I am really grateful and at the same time i can't wait to reveal my malicious intent towards them.
Don't fret, I'm not killing anyone, but neither am I sparing any one's soul. It's just going to be a game of (where you going to say throne?) Intellectual monstrosity.
She uses her pen to pick her nose and say "why do I always have to be so dramatic?.
Maliciously Speaking, I think it's high time I stop penning down and start carrying out a whole lot of action. Pray for me.