The living witness

One day, our mother or better still, master brought in a new pot. She was extremely beautiful and clean. The spoons, the forks, everyone was like,  'wow, she's cool'. They all became jealous of her. She looked at everyone with naivety and unreserved tenderness. But she soon became jealous, why?? Because she was the favourite of our master due to which we were despised in her eyes. Not so long, she started the job and she became pregnant with a heavy weight of jollof rice – how sweet that was. I was just on my own patched up in the corner where I was stashed when she shouted at me " hey fool, don't stare at me like that, you can never be as precious as I am", she said, angrily blushing. Everyone else got angry and started picking a fight with her. It was so intense that when our master came back, the kitchen was disorganized.  But what can I do, I took that disgrace and shove it into my belly waiting for the day I will vomit it. Days after days, the once be

I stood on top of my world. I was drunk with ambition for I had seen men do insanity with dexterity and get a recompense in all sincerity. The pinnacle was about 20ft tall and very close to the woodworks. Everyone could see me, cameras and phones beautified the arena: The creatures were just waiting for a manifestation. I had gotten a part of what I wanted, attention coupled with curiosity in the heart of humanity. "what does he wanna do", "hope this man is alright", "are you sure this isn't suicide", I could read from the lips of men. Eventually, I gave them what they wanted and what I planned; I jumped. I fell from the height without a scare of death for I was already dead - unemployed, not married, staying under the bridge and all other accessories. "_wharsh_", I got a soft landing... Then I slept off and woke up into reality. I opened my eyes to beholding the arrows from the sun. It was so intense but then something stood in front and