Skip to main content

THE VOICE (Part 1)

Illustration by: Jonas Altman
"I can't wait to see you too baby!"

This was precisely the last text that Akinyi would ever get from her one year two months boyfriend, and after a long pause staring at her phone in the cemetery, she would wish that it was death instead that would've taken him. The cruelty and absurdity of all the events that had led up to this moment some two weeks ago came stabbing at her like the edge of a piece of furniture illicitly romancing your small toe. Only this time your toe feels a lot similar to the rest of your whole soul! Akinyi, now all alone with only the wind and her shadow, welled up with tears. The rain started shortly after, and if you believed in God, you'd think that He was crying along with her. Akinyi had to leave and hopefully start anew, maybe find her way back, or maybe adopt this as her new normal! She looked around one more time, I suppose for hope..or something close, but all she could see were dead and wet tombstones with smiling faces that all together seemed to either mock death or simply wave goodbye!

Akinyi and James were madly in love with each other! They met at some tech event back in University, they were both a bit nerdy and so they easily vibed over weird stuff like processors and code and algorithms and even something called Python! In their talking stage, they conversed about almost everything and almost nothing! After their first encounter, they hadn't really met up again, mainly because they didn't know what was this that was becoming something. The second time they agreed to meet up, James could swear that at that moment if he was a browser, he'd delete Google because he knew the search was finally over! And maybe he was indeed a browser; who's to say we all aren't just a bunch of browsers whose operators are constantly either Searching for purpose, money or big boobs!

The two love birds had planned a series of staycations across different counties. Akinyi, especially, was a sucker for cute reels and TikTok videos and she couldn't wait for them to make one of their own! They both Loved each other intentionally and they both knew they were loved. Flowers and all sorts of gifts occasionally exchanged hands. Kisses, cuddles, tight hugs and more kisses were things that felt new every time! It's funny how they liked to grab each other's asses and play pretend. They are the sort of people you wouldn't want to be around if love has done to you that thing it usually does to people!

Finally, D-Day was here, everyone was so pumped, Akinyi more than anyone else! However, for everything beautiful that was about to be, James seemed to have something troubling his lovey-dovey mind! This should've probably been the first red flag in all this. Later on, when Akinyi will be standing over a bloody floor with a profound sense of lethargy, soaked in his blood, she'll wonder why he kept it from her. She'll try to weep but her tear glands would be dry as sand. She'll wash her hands, and stand in the shower but not to clean up, too much time would have already passed for cleansing, it'll be for the shower head's noise to supersede the chaos in hers. After several moments pass, she'll step out, dry herself and reach out for her phone. She'll dial a number and a voice from the other side will be heard saying;

"This is 911 what's your emergency?"
Labels:

Comments

  1. AnonymousAugust 7, 2023 at 8:24 PM

    This article is awesome! Wish there was more, but fantastic intellect nonetheless!

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. emasicollinsAugust 8, 2023 at 1:25 PM

      Thank you mysterious reader! More is definitely coming soon :-)

      Delete

Post a Comment

Hey you, mysterious reader staring at these words, what did you think? Don't be shy, leave a comment and let's make this blog a party!

Popular posts from this blog

All we can wish for

Image by author On mornings like these, getting out of bed feels like having an unwanted pregnancy. The previous nights are always the best—before you have to wake up and face life with all that it bears for you. There’s never really any time or space to think about anything else except all the comfort, pleasure, and freedom the night holds. Then, as if by nothing else apart from sheer time travel, it all feels lacking and insufficient. It always feels that way because soon you have to get out of bed and into the life which you mostly don't enjoy, or go do the job you never thought would someday start draining the life out of you, with the people who are somehow always just one word away from pushing you over the ledge. Now, I don't know how it actually feels to get an unwanted pregnancy, but I imagine it must be vaguely similar—in the same way all pain is vaguely similar, or in the same way all people are vaguely similar. That thought reminds me of something from high school. ...
Post a Comment
Read more

A Rainy Day

Image by Pixabay It’s starting again: the short and loud thunder growls, the scared birds chirping and flying away to some tree, the cars’ roars slowly fading in and out of sight from the nearby highway, and the silence momentarily created when all these things go dead silent before returning with a bang! It’s like waves of emotions, something I’m all too familiar with. I take it all in, standing on the far end of my balcony, which is on the 2nd floor of that building. Not too low to feel some form of shame, but also not too high to warrant that as my daily cardio exercise. Butterflies resurrect from the left and travel to their nest someplace I don’t quite get to see. A woman opens the gate, and I hear running footsteps quickly fading away. However, before I finish listening to her now completely silent aura, the drops begin to fall. I was so caught up in that poetic moment, that I had completely forgotten to remove some of my clothes from the hanging lines. I quickly put my journal a...
9 comments
Read more

A SWEET MEMORY OF WHAT HAS NEVER BEEN

Lying under a tree basking the rays of a dying sun. A leaf falls on my lap, and then another one next to us, Still we do nothing, we just shift our gaze gracefully From each other and then onto other falling leaves. We talk in our silences of what there is and what not. We hold hands for a moment, and then another; But only in the richest imaginings of our minds. Our hands stay locked up in the cages they've gotten used to. If only the time was right, if only the sun would rise tomorrow! Our 1000 forms of fears welcomes another friend of theirs. Now and then it crosses our minds, It takes us to the moon and back, it takes us to sweeter places. It runs through our minds before running into oblivion. Everything in a cinematic slow motion, peaceful and green. And we still haven't seen the blue sky that hovers above! Soon we will bury the sun and sweep away the dried leaves, Hug each other before saying goodbye, Maybe, for the last time ever! And then in the dark and dreary night, ...
Post a Comment
Read more