MY INFATUATION WITH THE QUEEN OF 'ENDLAND'

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She took me by my hand and promised never to let me go. She showed me her ever-increasing territory, her kingdom that awaits all men. It had everything I ever wanted

I always get but never satisfied, my needs are gratifiable but my wants are insatiable. I wanted the ocean in a drop of water; I wanted the blue sky buried in the ambits of my palm; I wanted to wear the day as a bracelet and the stars as my anklet. I wanted everything, I needed nothing. After a long while Life grew tired of me. He became impatient with the whining baby this man has become so he pushed me away from his impoverished shabby shelter, as I made no effort to stay. I always believed the other world would be better for me.

I smiled at first when I was met by the renowned celebrity everyone dies to see, the Queen of Endland. She took me by my hand and promised never to let me go. She swore that if I would become her prince she would make me a king. It looked like a fair deal to me, one life couldn’t offer to me.I felt that if only I can touch the hem of her garment I would be made whole; if only I can kiss her hand, I would never stress my legs; if only I can kneel at her feet, I would stand 6 feet taller; if only…; if only…; if only….

I had a crown but needed a clown, just like every other king; I had emirates but wanted pirates. She showed me her ever-increasing territory, her kingdom that awaits all men, rich or poor, king or subject, master or slave, free or enslaved. It had everything I ever wanted, for I would be a king to all men. Could this be heaven? Well, I never asked and you don’t tell me because no one told God about hell. I was so infatuated by these, so I made “the journey of no return”. I surrendered my freewill willingly, forgetting one thing: She offers everything but free will, not even the will to choose any of the things she has offered. Little did I know that a king is never greater than the kingmaker.

In no time she granted my greedy soul a wish, she made me her prisoner instead of a prince; she made me a kong instead of a king; she gratified my flaws instead of my flair, and gave me claws instead of crowns. She made me kneel like I was some eel; I wallowed in misery like some walrus in search of food. I have swum two rivers, now I know better. In a bit, I learned a life lesson…

…the only way you can have everything is to see everything in the little you can have…contentment with life is a great deal.

If you ever wondered who she was,

She is the Queen of Endland

The mother of suicide and the murder, classified

She is Death!

As written by Jonathan Ogbonna