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                                                                   MOTHER MURDERED ME
Sometimes ago in the year 2019, a young man of about 18years committed suicide, he was found lying on the floor of his own room with everything which has once and glorified that room of his scattered all over the length and width of the room which shows the “royal rumble” fight he had engaged death in, amongst the perfect definition of disorderliness  which decorated the room, a note was found neatly tapped on his writing table and it read thus;
      “Dear Mum, I am writing this with a very heavy heart, I have been battling with depression, frustration and social rejection for the past 6 months. I had always wanted to talk to you about it, but you’re always busy with work and the short times when you ain’t busy, you’re tired, so you have no time for me. I have asked you so many times why this Is happening but you claim to be doing this for me but I’m sorry Mum all this ain’t my primary need, you claim you’re trying your best to give a life my dad never gave me, but never have you told me who my father was or where he is and this id the root of my problems.
     I have tried to ask you so many times, where & who is my father but you’ve never for ones gave me full answer but your regular unscripted lines “Don’t worry Sam, I will tell you later” but as a young man of 18 this as started affecting me in my social life, because whenever I have a misunderstanding with my friends their favorite praise name for me is “A BASTARD”. Mum do you know how this words hurt me? I guess not. Because you’re still going to tell me why I am a bastard “LATER”. With this problems mounting within me I fought with my friends [school & neighborhood] then I became a loner, dissecting my problems and eating them with my own mouth only to wash them down my  throat with my tears. Mum for good 6 tragic months I had endured the pains, and you still enjoy your work. Mum, now I could endure no more, so oi decided to give my soul an eternal rest. Mum, by the time you found this letter I would have joined the heavenly ones.
          GOODBYE Mum. I love you.
            Your Son, Sam

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