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I woke up from my dream on the balcony of a five star hotel. I could have been thrown to man eaters, but I had found my calling and forgotten all about the pain I encountered before I got here. I had tried unfailingly to leave the world behind, so I let the last tears roll down the faces of my new victims. But there was a cross road now, the foes had been lucky. Since three years the "Beasty Boys" had been terrorizing the streets of Tologuans; a suburb of Ikoyi which is a city in Lagos. Yes, your guess was right, I became all I wanted to be except for my overgrown conscience which constantly get in my way. It hunts me without mercy, but I have escaped. As I recall, "This was not what my aging father told me, but he should be dead now. God took him away just when I started making something thereof. Although I destroyed my selfishness along the line. And the guilt got me badly, even my good book is gone now. I feel better, my boys had made some smokes, and the city is bleeding once more. From a corner, I heard the master's voice, he should have been my friend, except he once told me to cry like a baby. But I am a simple man with good manners. My parents taught me redemption growing up but I struck them through rebelliousness. This was the reason I had to run away and become a vagabond. Now and then I tried to meet my sanity once more in the cave of the Forbidden City. Nobody can trace me here, so I gave away everything; the stolen cash and expensive jewelries. Yet it was another costly decision, the mountains had ears jealous tendencies. They gave me away with mercy, hence I died and got to heaven. It was a mental facility and I was clothed in a purple irremovable apparel. Angels were singing with harps weird-looking trumpets. I jumped up and wanted more, but it was not up to me. I was floating upward, it continued helplessly. "I could walk away in my days on earth", this is unacceptable", I told myself. And my mind has been disorientated. I tried to remember my way to the cave where my body had turned to its internal frames. Oh dear lord, I have forgotten my way to back. I had found out the hard way I had no space on earth. Then suddenly my biological father called out my name again. I was exasperated as many people are still lucky to be evil and alive. There was no floating and spinning like before, and the awful sounds which often filled my ears are gone. The clouds are now bright, and there was a gate on the floor, which I opened before a stranger pushed me overhead. Now in the overwhelming heat of hell, the chains are tormenting me in the glory of its darkness. Yet more blood was running underneath from the terribly overgrown hair of mine, which has now run down to the long beard due to many weeks after death. But I have found justice, so the conscience hurt is no more. I laughed because I am home with God. "He owns me now. There is nothing I can do to open the sealed mouth of the devil in heal; I haven't heard him at all. Maybe he has forsaken the serial killer that was invisible like on the streets. Yes! Or the bank manager, he talked about the apocalypse. But am I dead now, the stupid police must have shut me. But wait, I have no memory at all. All I've known was my last wish to be grounded into a fine powder. There is no shame now, I have fought the government and killed all the adversaries standing in my way. Oh, thank God I can see castles now, they must be coming to take me away. Since I can't close these eyes and sleep like my shadow. I can't continue in this torture any more. God, you may send me spirits of madness. But just don't kill me yet".