Ridwan Oladimeji Ojo

WHY I STOPPED WRITING Years ago, I thought it will be fun all along - that I will enjoy the ride down the road laced in green, sideways and atop, where canopies dangle from trees. My path sparking as though diamond cuts were on as a make over on its face, where the sun will smile at me. A great view to gaze. Behold! I was ignorant of what lies ahead. I knew not my ride could get stuck by running out of gas, having deflated tyres or other mechanical problems. It came one after each and the road which promised to be smooth turned rough despite no potholes nor bumps. I became lost. More likely, it was as though my spin was demanded of me and humanity wanted to rob me of my indigenous right to voyage this planet. It was uniquely untrue until the moment where I was not just asked to let my reason to live go but was requested to quit breathing. My lung sacs got compressed. The bronchial body failed in their duty. Neither was I allowed to enjoy the oxygen nor was I allowed to release unwanted. A choky moment to narrate. My refusal to feed your hunger with my narrative will be at the peak because you will want more which I might not be able to give. Yet, I found a way to thrive. Pay little attention to my lenghty but permit my precision to sink, deep. I could not amass such and comprehend all because they are blowing me away like the sand storm of the Sahara, forcing me to sit on the edge and getting lost in the woods. The hemispheres in me are burping, causing the uncontrollable. Though the bits of every sound is understandable. Yes, I found not a reason to write because it is getting seriously damaged in me. Yet, I could not shy away from it because everytime, I am forced to it. Did I say 'Why I stopped writing'? Do not mind me. I meant to say 'WHY I WILL NEVER STOP WRITING'. A wise man once said "You never know what serious damage reading can cause to your ignorance." Read more! Live more! Stay fine! ©Ridwan Oladimeji Ojo @hodzoporium