Naivety✍️

Love translated I did try to trim my words, To express my feelings with limited syllables, Surrounded with lots of failed attempts, Wastes of papers and Inks. After a long deliberation with myself, I ended up with a list of words, Seemingly expressive of my emotions. I rummaged through alphabets, Just to find a bunch of proper letters, To form a beautiful sound, Reflection of how I view my love. Marrying my sentiment with the words I retrieve, I finally got what I wanted to say to her tonight, “Will you try to love us, And care to live with me, Till life do as apart?” ✍Benon/Me

We humans have a lot of power in our hands. I wish we knew that use it in the right way. A person can be your source of joy, torture, success, misfortune, grief, resentment, regret, health and so more.... So what I wanna say is "Be cautious of the people around you." ✍Benon/Me

We all lack experience when it comes to living a life with all the things that comes with it, may it be friendship, relationship, career choices, knowing one's self, kinship, how to handle people, their emotions and our emotions too. We all don't know anything about it. Therefore failure is inevitable. We all will fail and we need to remember that. We all don't know how to love properly, how to handle people and how to make choices which we'll never regret. But it's impossible. We all lost friends, out loved ones, families, our dreams, our childhood and adolescence and so much more. And we are regretting it so much by now and we will continue to do so. We made choices that were immature, spoke immaturity and hurt someone by doing so. This is all due to lack of experience. We lost numerous opportunities, hated what we end up with, loath our day to day lives and routines, lost our spark and found ourselves trapped in a cage called reality, when we loved to embark through adventures with would have given us the peace we wanted, the joy we would have liked and the dream we sought. All this due to lack of experience. Personally I have experienced a lot and I have alot of things to regret about. I used to hate those regrets that I was having but now I realized something. I love my regrets now, I love my failure since this is my first life and I am learning about life in the hardest way possible. You see, a student will failure during his process of learning and must gain the knowledge that comes with failing. I am a student and life is my teacher. So I must fail to know about life more. I will muster my courage and stand still remembering I have yet a lot to learn and a lot to fail. Because this is my first life. ✍Benon/Me

He was all smile even when his legs were trying to hold onto something to spare his life, his body wiggling endlessly fighting to put an end to what seemed like an endless battle for life. At last on Wednesday, October 23rd 2029 at 12:35 pm Shawn Wilson died blissfully. THE END. ✍Benon/Me

Death Note – Shawn “You know what? I can’t seem to stop thinking about you. And that’s so scary. I don’t have to confide into alcohol just to be reminded about you. Even while I’m experiencing the feeling of intoxication, reaching a peak of losing myself while being drowned in the river of a strong liquor, I found myself thinking about you. Isn’t that amusing? You have consumed every part of me and now I’m left with none but you. So yeah, I am you and you are me. How can I erase myself from myself with the help of me? It seems an impossible task. My brain revolves around you, dopamine and serotonin get to work only when a spark of you appear in their neurotransmitter. They can’t go to their daily chores without you being involved. That’s how much you’re (or should I say were) involved in my life. What to do darling, life works in mysterious ways and life forbade me to enjoy and admire your presence. Only memories of you are left for me to cling onto. I still remember the smell of your cologne on my bed spread, the scattered pieces of your jewellery and clothing you wore that day, the plates we ate onto, everything....I remember it so vividly.” (He made some sort of a sound, something like chuckle) “You know what, I loved you, I loved you so bad, Beatrice. It’s just that you couldn’t understand my way of love. I loved how your face changed its color when you get scared, I loved how you tremble so beautifully when I picked up the bat I whipped you with, I adored how blood sprouted from your face when I pushed you down the stairs that night, I loved you in so many ways you know......... I loved you so bad that I couldn’t control the urge to torment, bleed and torture you till I was happy with what I saw. I enjoyed the sound of your wailing, I was awes trucked, like I got the chance to hear your beautifully constructed melody for help.” (He started to laugh hysterically) “Don’t you dare judge me, I just paid back what you did to me. How dare you Beatrice? Just how dare you? How must you’ve enjoyed fooling me for the past 10 years! How did you maintain living with two families? And it turned out I was the side-guy. Huh....... Anyway I enjoyed every bit of your body that day. I slowly butchered your skin, layer by layer, I placed your meat on the floor for people to see. The best part was that you were yelling your lungs out when I was loving you my way, no anaesthetic was needed, you had to experience the love I’ve for you. I still get wet dreams when I reminisce that day. That wasn’t enough though. I wanted to show you my love in yet another way too. I couldn’t control the drive to enter you, you know you deprived me of that for the past 5 years even though I begged you for it. Yet you gave it to your husband. Was it because you thought I was sterile? Was it because I couldn’t be able to make you bore a child? Was that the case? If only you knew........ Bitch he was cheating on you. All 5 kids were not yours, you were the one who couldn’t get pregnant. You were the sterile. I was perfectly fine and you knew that. You knew everything all too well. I even checked with the fertility hospital you frequently went to. I saw the shredded paper of the result you threw into the bin, the result clearly said that you’ll never be able to make a baby. You were gas lighting me for the past 10 years. But yeah, I couldn’t satisfy myself just by making love to you. Even though I wanted to do more than that it wasn’t possible since you’ve already passed away. And I hated that so much. Damned your weakling human body. And now the waiting is over Baby, I am joining you, making my way to the staircases of hell.” He woke up from the trance he was pulled into when he heard his name called by the warden, becoming fully aware that his turn for the execution to take place per the judge’s order. “Any last words Shawn?” Said the warden while putting the hanger on his neck. “None sir, I’m so ready.”

In Ethiopian local time it's now past midnight which means we're already on July 12th. On this special day the channel celebrates its 1st anniversary and I'm beyond elated. I am so grateful to those who have been staying with me since the very beginning and this celebration is not only mine but also yours too. Thank you for sticking with this rookie wannabe writer and I hope you all will be with me till the very end of this journey. Happy 1st anniversary 😊🧡

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Things will be fine when you turn 30. Till then, endure. ✍Benon/Me

Unorthodox love She run towards her misfortune, An enemy of some sorts, As she would’ve put it, If she knew who she was dealing with, But I beg to differ, All I ever sinned was loving her to bits. I opened my arms, Her breath was warm and soft, Enough to make me lose my balance, And fall under her arms. She cried for a while, Like I’ve never seen her do, Then she looked into my eyes, Fishing my inner thoughts, But seemed to deliberate, To tell me what was on her mind, Yet I knew it all too well, I could sense it from a far. I stood still, Tears forming in my eyes, Her love made me do all this, Even going far to kill a person, Though she may never understand, I couldn’t care less, If I couldn’t get her, My life would be useless, Even if the world perceive as siblings, A blood relatives, Is it a big deal? I simply sought her love, That she gave for her husband, While throwing me aside. https://t.me/dailyscribbles ✍Benon/Me

"It's not that I am alone ; neighbors swarm around me, God has his eyes on me, my family cherishes me, lots of my acquaintances are fond of me but still I feel lonely." "Loneliness ain't an absence of someone but a state of one's mind" ✍Benon/Me

Series Recommendation Title: 365 (repeat the year) 2020 Genre: Mystery/Thriller/Fantasy Season: 1 Episode: 12 Synopsis: A group of individuals got the chance to go 1 year back and relive their lives but mysteriously each person consequently starts die. My rating: 10/10 This movie knocks my socks off, My lord! If you like Agatha Christie, Sydney sheldon, Frida Macfadyen the book Silent Patient, or any psychological thriller this series is the best.....the plot twists are never ending and has a great storyline.

Adulthood He is here and there, Blending everywhere, Unable to decide on anything, Just landing his foot wherever feels comfy, Running from bushes to avoid thorns, Even though large lands of golds, Are within his eyesight. Lives with his heart on his sleeve, Adventurous he defends, I call it reckless, Careless enough to live in a fantasy. Preparing to step on a solid ground, After skydiving from something high, That ain’t reality, Everything comes with a cost, If he believed he has a knack for flying, Or if perfect landing is his forte, If he doesn’t think about the scenarios, That might happen because of his decision, Bless his heart mate, Life won’t be lived innocently. Rocking front and back, His leg touching many places, Satisfying everyone while burning inside, Smile is drawn in his face, The eraser on people’s hand, Giving them control to his emotions, His soul eaten alive. Quench your thirst if you might, Run through your life in a foresight, Drowsy is how you feel every night, After seeing satisfaction on people’s eye, Every day, every time. Ironically, they couldn’t feel your sincerity, Even if you’re doing all this for them, Sacrificing your peace, They will talk behind your back, Saying crafty and fake, Unable to understand that all this is for them. Whether you like it or not, Life won’t be lived enjoying all, Decisions will break your heart, Bonds that’s shouldn’t break must be broken apart, A smile will fade sometimes, Tears will prevail, And you’ll land on thorny bushes, While flying around, Thinking you’ll glide through your dreamy land, You’ll be drained to your bones, If you won’t live as an adult, Results are to be of much distress, For living as I would call it, As a tepid water. https://t.me/dailyscribbles ✍Benon/Me

"I don't know where the current leads me but I will continue to glide the ocean with me sitting on my small boat." ✍Benon/Me

A question to ask yourself... "If your life was broadcasted in a cinema, what would the audience be screaming at the screen right now?" #wethinkdeeply

This post is brought to you by the rising price of እንቁላል (and of ወተት እና የወተት ተዋፅዖ, ነዳጅ and hence ታክሲ, commodities and basically everything). If I was asked to mention a common treasure shared by almost all nations, I'd just say እንቁላል. The one that adds the title "special" to the ordinary dishes. It is the one food I absolutely adore in any of its form. And now I can't even buy half a dozen for 100 birr. Mtsm :( The way the word ጨመረ is getting abused lately nationwide isn't sitting right with me. And it's always in the same sentence with the term ዋጋ and never with ደሞዝ or ገቢ. The extravagant ድግስs (esp those of ሽምግልና), nepo babies and "influencers" showing off what they earned in the easiest way possible (with little to no contribution) that keep on flooding the medias seem to muffle the sufferings of the ones who yearn for the basics of needs. And the ones who are supposedly making it in life don't even constitute an ounce of the entire population. የጉድ ሀገር! At this point Divine Intervention is the only way out. እግዚአብሔር ደግ ቀን ያምጣልን and I truly mean it! As my favorite singer put it beautifully: " ጊዜው ቢመስልም የዝምታ አምላኬ ምድርን የረሳ ግን ጨለማው መበርታቱ ሊነጋ ነው ለሊቱ "

These days I am coming to understand Charles Darwin's POV. Life sure is the survival of the fittest. ✍Benon/Me

People Vs. Dream “Do you know what kind of people I hate the most? Those disloyal disrespectful jerks. How could people be this selfish? I know that the world grants success to those who are self centered and prioritize their needs before others, but how could people do that when others sacrificed their precious time, emotion, energy and even life for who they consider a significant other. How can you betray these people and chase your selfish disloyal dream? You think success will come on your way? Of course it’ll without a doubt but with what price? You’ll suffer your whole life because of this decision; regretting what you have done, what you should have chosen and it’ll haunt you till death do you apart.” Sheryl gave her friend of 12 years a disappointed face after her friend told her she wants to pursue art and that she wants to leave their house. Sheryl was so annoyed because of the sudden notice and she couldn’t understand why she had to tell her while Sheryl was mourning her father’s death. Sheryl’s father was like a fatherly figure for her friend too since she stayed in their house for 12 years after her parent's unexpected death back in 2013. Sheryl knew what sacrifices he had to take to raise his 2 children in addition to Sheryl’s friend. Her arrival made it hard for her father so he had to take on several jobs to make ends meet. Sheryl continued… “For me, there’s no more success than having my people around me; they’re my treasure, my wealth, my happiness, my home who makes my life worthy to live. Will I regret giving up on my dream? Yes I’ll from time to time, but their presence will heal me and remind me why I chose them in the first place. You know what Cassandra, my people are worth sacrificing the dream you’re talking about. And for my father, you were amongst those people. Bet his love wasn’t reciprocated.” THE END ✍Benon/Me