The Conscientious Observer

SLEEP THESIS Sometimes my sleep become its own person and writes scripts and theses all alone. It allows my heart to move rampantly at the time my brain is at rest. But all that the heart wants don’t mean shit once the brain awakens. It sees the mess this filthy heart created overnight, and it decides to speak and make amends, and it says first to itself, “ኖሬ በእንቅልፌ የቀበረኝ ወሮበላ፣ ኃይል ስልጣኔን አልፎ በኔው ሰረገላ ለራሱ ጥቅም ሲል ሲስገበገብ ሰፍሮ የሚጋልብ፣ ደም ያነሰው ልብ፣ እንዲህማ ያፈራሁትን ወርቃማ ስም ላይታይ በሌት እኩሌታ አይደመስስም።” and then to you, “When I said I’d think of you, it meant I’d do as much as my ischemic hemispheres could do. Can’t lie it needs some getting used to but as I wait for the enemies to intrude, I’ll replenish all the blood that has been turning navy blue. Obligated to implement honesty regardless of all the lies I came up with. I am said to possess all this authority, but at times I feel like it’s all but a myth. Burdened with providing amnesty but denied the privilege to forget where the root of every scar is. I may be what you avoid, but I am worth something good. I move in ways that seem harmful, I might be brash at times, I might lack compassion and empathy, as if the only emotion I know is apathy. But I do what I do, because I am what I am. You are in dangerous territory, you need take heed at every step. The world’s filled with sharp teeth on every corner, and every alley. And all the coddling and love you claim to crave so bad are the bubbles I enjoy bursting as a favorite past time. But it’s all for your protection. But take what I say with a pinch of salt. I make mistakes, I don’t function when I’m not getting enough sleep, or enough food. I overinflate when I do get these in excess. I’ve known to lie to all my subordinates, but I don’t speak as I am perfect, I speak as I have the gift of knowledge and the blessing of acquiring more. So please, mon ami Let me in, Love, Your Guidance”

DULL Felt my heart go, Lub, dub, lub, dub Dum dum dum dum, much to my distress. I found myself stuck in limbo. Part of me wants to stop, another wants to go along the rhythm and percuss my chest as if it’s some sort of drum. I began from my collarbone down to where I could feel my impulse going, du dum du dum du dum. But as my digits got closer, the resonance they ensued, alongside the one that my heart did, both disappeared as those two separate entities met, and everything turned into dullness. ወርቅ ከአልማዝ ጋራ ሁኖ ባልንጀራ፣ ተጣምሮ ቢረክስ፣ ምንም ሳይሰራ ጭራሽ ቢበክለው እራሱን ሳይገራ፣ ከዚያም መዳብ ነኝ ብሎ ለምድር ቢያጓራ፣ በእርሱ እጅ አይደለምን የያዘው መከራ? Lub dub, lub, dub, It goes on, And it stops when it sees you. The silence is what it needs to gather some air in order to speak humanly words. It says, “When I told you that I loved you, It meant I’d give as much as my cyanosed heart could do. Can’t lie, this needs some getting used to, but as I wait for entropy to ensue, I’ll hold on to the remaining strands of us like permanent glue on a brick wall. I may be what you think you need, and I might be doing all of this with the best intentions in mind, but hell is always paved with those motives. I will lead you astray, have you burnt like an ashtray owned by the world’s worst chain-smoker. I concur our relationship is a never ending game of poker, but fun is always found on the dark side. My lies are whiter than the paper that portrays your pseudo-innocent brain. I know all the lines you said about yourself are eating you alive, from sleeping you’re deprived. Your measly eyes, tell you’re in need of some healing, so please, mi amor listen to the calls I made for you. Love, Your Downfall.”

Sike. I said, "Thanks for having me, it was an honor." Gotta be the #bigger_person

This was the piece I wrote for the competition. After I heard the rather bemusing comments from the judges, I went on and wrote to them, "You don't deserve this art."

Truth I am, The Observer. I’m commonly known for saying, “The damned shall prevail,” in Latin, before adding, “Until they no longer do.” I see the world for what it is, as hyperbolic as it seems. Truth is, lies sell, as much as I predict them. Hell, “truth” is so subdivided nowadays, it seems like everyone has their own version of it. One “truth” told to us by the never ending lies of the world, is that our future is bleak, bland hopelessly banal and uninspiring to say the least. years back, I took this “truth” at face value, and let it crush me, and the damned world prevailed, until I decided to no longer let her do so. This made me realize that too many times, we’ve been called worthless, that everything we do isn’t of any substance, and as much we tried, the world frowned at us as if we lacked any purpose. But it’s up to us to deny her and any of the voices that are in consensus with her, the privilege of us letting up. For as damned as she may be and as indomitable as she seems, her reign can come to an end. As long as we, thrive amidst calamity, die with immortality, the future will be ours, so help us God.

Now it's time to get back to posting what I write. I was holding back because I didn't want to bring too much traffic to my page after the announcement I advanced. But there's a bunch of new stuff on the way. See you guys soon 👀

The dream is over. Proud to have made it this far. We move on.🫡

It's out. Judges butchered me tho smh

Almost there!

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Hello frens, Soooo, your boy has just made the cut to the top 40 of the Africa's Campus Battle Competition: Season 6 and I've now moved to the next step where I will be challenged to create a piece and record myself performing it and it'll be uploaded on their YouTube channel. The link will be on my story (or on the comments if you're seeing this on other platforms). I need you guys to subscribe and get your notifs on and *please* spread the word out there as it heavily depends on your votes. I'm gonna be representing the motherland. Counting on you guys!🙏🏽

We really getting old folks.

Oi listen. Don't waste your time looking for ab workouts. Do pullups and your core will be relentlessly strong

Speaking of drama, yesterday was a movie. Words cannot describe how much I love Man United FC. 16 years since I fell in love.