5- the slothwritar's averment

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1 CONTENTS Acknowledgment 1- shadows 2- writer in the dark 3- rainbow in the dark 4- souled 5- the slothwritar's averment 6- a thug's asseveration 7- the beast in me 8- signs of the time

2 copyright (c) Olatunji O.S, 2017 all works featured in this e-book are original works of Olatunji O.S. (kingtomix) except were stated otherwise. No part of this material should be reproduced without prior permission of the author.

3 Acknowledgment The invaluable contributions of Ibrahim Adey (i_adey), Adetona Maryam (Trailblazer) and Afolabi Tosin in making this project a reality. To Adeniji Idris thanks for the support and morale. To Oluwafemi Tolulope my biggest fan, thanks for always believing in me. Huge shoutout to everyone I have ever worked with, Olanrewaju Abiola (byolarbreezy) and every one on the glory project, thank you all for making me a better writer.

4 SHADOWS. the dark is where i belong, a beast in the shadows. gnawing hard on my victims, insanity the core of my being, my sanity anchored to blood shed. the light is where i live, an angel i have to be, a hero to the helpless, living on the surface of my being, a blood thirsty animal preventing blood shed.

5 WRITER IN THE DARK. (contributor; Trailblazer) in solitude I slept, in the abyss I woke, in glowing darkness and audible silence, losing my words as I fell to no end. Fingers twitching at the loss, body surrendering to the flight of my notes; within the darkness yet, my soul ignites enthusing, hoping for a break in the fall I await to sleep yet again as i free fall, maybe when I wake I'll be at the peak, in the light of inspiration, till then, i am just a writer in the dark.

6 RAINBOW IN THE DARK. the dark is where I live, thriving in the shadows, exploring the very core of my being, without fear of retribution, worshipping peacefully in the adytum of my temple. the light is where I exist, abased from who I really am, in obeisance to a culture i care not for for fear of alienation, I wear a smile like a fixed portrait - an effortless facade! the dark is where I live, the light, my constant existential bane. for in the shadows is where i belong, existing only as a shell in the light living only on the surface of my being.

7 SOULED. Prayers and beliefs left me jaded, my faith and hopes faded, when I received no response to my cry, my neck, I am willing to cry. Patience is a virtue they said, for me, that's a boat that has long sailed, for all I have ever wanted is wealth and fame, of what good is patience if they never came. But what price wouldn't I pay, before I become old and grey, a fixed price set for the bargain, my soul in exchange for worldly gains.

8 THE SLOTHWRITAR'S AVERMENT. Woke up to another stranger in bed, with a familiar ache in my head. Right before she spoke about the aches in her loins, which made me wonder how I always flip this side of the coin. When did I get this loose? a question answered by the empty bottles of booze. Still I find it difficult to question my life choices, for in my head are many voices. It's no longer a mistake if more than once, I guess I have to dance with these demons. Maybe one day I will get to take lead, till then I am stuck in this life I lead.

9 A THUG'S ASSEVERATION. You are all my heart desires, A treasure worth having, a weakness for my soul, but I am a thug. For my heart and tools are cold alike, and loving you makes you my liability, a liability not suited for my lifestyle. Maybe one day, I'll be sane again and hopefully you finna walk by then, Imma tell you how much I really love you but till that day comes, Imma keep thugging.

10 THE BEAST IN ME. The beast in me, with each step, nearer it comes and each growl louder than the former, and the clinking shackles announcing its imminent manifestation. Under the curse of morality, it has been held captive for a long time but each growl shows it has turned around its captivity and edging towards the surface. I fear that when it manifests, it shall be clear for all to see that the beast in me is in fact the true me.

11 SIGNS OF THE TIME. These are the last days of the selected few, for the skies are no longer blue, and the rain brings flood, that we dread the dew. These are the signs of the time, a conundrum if you can't read between the lines, only a fool sees and ignores the signs. Despite the flood, the earth is arid, let he that sees and hears take heed, for nigh is the day we dread.

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