Somewhere in the heart of Surulere, an angry mob protests violently as they chant against something I don't even know about. A man in his late 30's cut himself severely to show his dis-contentment, even though he was bleeding profusely and on the verge of losing his life, he still managed to scream faintly "I hate Black Jesus, I hate him, dieeeeeeeeee dieeeeeee dieeeeeeeee loser".
As i turned around to look at his face, the dying man raised his left hand and showed me the middle finger as his soul left his body......he identified me despite the maddening crowd, thank God he was too faint to talk. I would have been chicken pilao.
(Seconds after i walked away from his lifeless body a woman screamed from distance alerting the others that the Black Jesus they so wanted to kill was fleeing). The angry mob began to chase me, I turned back and could see their fiery eyes.
I kept on running and running and running as I occasionally looked back to see the mob increasing rather than diminishing. These people pursued me from Masha in surulere to Ikota shopping complex in Lekki. Oh shit!!! I'm toast I said to myself as I hit 200km/ph.
In a flash, I ran past a Mercedes GL 500 on the 3rd Mainland bridge If I can recall correctly. Now the mob and all the cars on the road started pursuing me, the railings, traffic lights and road signs joined in the pursuit. Dammit!!! I was like, "there is no going back" as I doubled my speed. 400km/ph was my top speed, in seconds I zoomed past the 1st and 2nd round-about.
Suddenly I felt my fone vibrate and I brought it out, I knew I received a new ping :D Gbagaaaaas I fell on the road and rolled for another 50meters before I was surrounded by about a thousand and one black and sweaty bodies. Most of which had that pungent sweat smell. "Let this cup pass o Lord" I muttered as the unbearable smell scared me more than the impeding doom looming.
One woman in the crowd howled like a red indian and in less than a minute every single soul there replicated her repeated howls. It was like apocalypto in Ikota to me. Shiiiiii!!!! They stripped me off my princely robes, in other words my clothes and the crowd began to chant angrily "Crucify him!!! Crucify himm!!! Crucify himmmmm"
I screamed ontop of my voice repeatedly "I'm nooooooooooooooooot Jesus Christ, I'm Black Jesus repeatedly" I tried explaining to the people very close to me that I wasn't the same as the person they thought I was. "Crucify him!!! Crucify himm!!! Crucify himmmmm" they kept on chanting in unison.
All of a sudden, I woke up in a pool of my own sweat breathing heavily as I stared at the wall clock; it was just a few minutes past 5. I could hear the call to worship from a faraway mosque. My heart raced as I began to ask myself what kind of dream that was.
Did I just peer into the future? Was that just a dream? Are they pursuing me from my village? Was the universe trying to tell me to change my name from Black Jesus that I am no Jesus?
Many ideas kept running through my head as I lay on my bed; Thirty minutes later I unconsciously picked up my pen and note-pad. In a flash I began writing like I was copying it from a book; ideas and concepts kept flowing. There and then I decided I was going to keep doing whatever I was doing regardless of the fact that I had a bad dream.
"Contrary thoughts ought not to hinder me from doing what I love doing", I soliloquiesed.....such is life too. Even though you sometimes get negative vibes about your ambitions and activities, you shouldn't give-up just immediately. Assess properly and if you are convinced.....press further; It makes all the difference!
Ps: No person, idea or plan that's not worth it ever faces opposition, only worthwhile ones do. Even though you might want to reconsider and weigh your options, the first thought is usually the most correct one; Follow your heart
As i turned around to look at his face, the dying man raised his left hand and showed me the middle finger as his soul left his body......he identified me despite the maddening crowd, thank God he was too faint to talk. I would have been chicken pilao.
(Seconds after i walked away from his lifeless body a woman screamed from distance alerting the others that the Black Jesus they so wanted to kill was fleeing). The angry mob began to chase me, I turned back and could see their fiery eyes.
I kept on running and running and running as I occasionally looked back to see the mob increasing rather than diminishing. These people pursued me from Masha in surulere to Ikota shopping complex in Lekki. Oh shit!!! I'm toast I said to myself as I hit 200km/ph.
In a flash, I ran past a Mercedes GL 500 on the 3rd Mainland bridge If I can recall correctly. Now the mob and all the cars on the road started pursuing me, the railings, traffic lights and road signs joined in the pursuit. Dammit!!! I was like, "there is no going back" as I doubled my speed. 400km/ph was my top speed, in seconds I zoomed past the 1st and 2nd round-about.
Suddenly I felt my fone vibrate and I brought it out, I knew I received a new ping :D Gbagaaaaas I fell on the road and rolled for another 50meters before I was surrounded by about a thousand and one black and sweaty bodies. Most of which had that pungent sweat smell. "Let this cup pass o Lord" I muttered as the unbearable smell scared me more than the impeding doom looming.
One woman in the crowd howled like a red indian and in less than a minute every single soul there replicated her repeated howls. It was like apocalypto in Ikota to me. Shiiiiii!!!! They stripped me off my princely robes, in other words my clothes and the crowd began to chant angrily "Crucify him!!! Crucify himm!!! Crucify himmmmm"
I screamed ontop of my voice repeatedly "I'm nooooooooooooooooot Jesus Christ, I'm Black Jesus repeatedly" I tried explaining to the people very close to me that I wasn't the same as the person they thought I was. "Crucify him!!! Crucify himm!!! Crucify himmmmm" they kept on chanting in unison.
All of a sudden, I woke up in a pool of my own sweat breathing heavily as I stared at the wall clock; it was just a few minutes past 5. I could hear the call to worship from a faraway mosque. My heart raced as I began to ask myself what kind of dream that was.
Did I just peer into the future? Was that just a dream? Are they pursuing me from my village? Was the universe trying to tell me to change my name from Black Jesus that I am no Jesus?
Many ideas kept running through my head as I lay on my bed; Thirty minutes later I unconsciously picked up my pen and note-pad. In a flash I began writing like I was copying it from a book; ideas and concepts kept flowing. There and then I decided I was going to keep doing whatever I was doing regardless of the fact that I had a bad dream.
"Contrary thoughts ought not to hinder me from doing what I love doing", I soliloquiesed.....such is life too. Even though you sometimes get negative vibes about your ambitions and activities, you shouldn't give-up just immediately. Assess properly and if you are convinced.....press further; It makes all the difference!
Ps: No person, idea or plan that's not worth it ever faces opposition, only worthwhile ones do. Even though you might want to reconsider and weigh your options, the first thought is usually the most correct one; Follow your heart
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