IN A MAD WORLD pt 1

 DISCLAIMER:  Although this is a true life story, the names of the characters in this writeup are not real. I wrote this piece without any agenda to misrepresent any character. I would not be held responsible for the interpretation any reader attaches to this  writeup.If any reader knows in person the characters in this piece,  i am in the position to withhold affirmation of their assumptions.

Have a good read.

IN THE BEGINNING

I would not exactly classify as a newbie, although I needed to improve on my catch-up game, I would never introduce myself as introverted, there’s the compensation in the fact that I manage my social media accounts successfully and have gained the sort of fame I’m content with.

I wasn’t famous but a lot of people knew me and this wasn’t in the least mutual. I surrounded myself with “famous kids” consequently, i was often (by default) in the gang causing trouble or getting loud, I managed to remain incorruptible, still not by choice but default,  as i wouldn’t bend even if i wanted to.

This story however, isn’t about me. It is about a mad world that I and a few other people lived in. Plug your gadgets in brethren, for this will be a long read.

*TEXTING*

“Are you in school?”

“Yes. Got in two hours ago. Was settling in.”

“Aha! And we didnt lay the red carpet?”

“LOL im hungry”

“No chicken here oo”

“I want noodles though”

“Let me know when you are ready”

“Wait outside my hostel, come with that big head.”

“Yes madam ”

The rest of the evening went by smoothly, eating noodles with Arjuna and George sitting on the 4foot fence (as they called it) of the school’s chapel in the middle of nowhere,gave me a sort of satisfaction, the kind a blond girl gets from lying on the beach with her graciously hot body receiving vitamins from the sun. (its okay if you cannot relate, I’m famous for drawing reference to the most un-synergytic situations, its a consequence of having to live in an insane world)

I  was especially fond of the third musketeer, George. He did not only make me notice and consequently like Arjuna but he had a charismatic demeanor, i particularly yearned for and enjoyed our long hours of phone calls andCHATS. He was gay, but i didnt judge him. It was his life and he can live it however he decided rocked his boat. I had chated with his husband once, they got married in the united states and had adopted an handsome kid. My Third musketeer George, had a likeness for children, he had single handedly trained his late sister’s daughter Precious from birth till the grandmother came to take her from him. I didnt judge my dear George because i wanted to be different from the rest of the world, i wanted to show love to those who needed it more and this musketeer was in dear need of it. I  casually preached about how he was going to rot in hell however but he seemed to look forward to the trip. He joked about me been there with him, which i politely laughed off (because im a fake bitch) , i didnt not find any humor in such expensive jokes, but i wasnt going to make him feel bad. Afterall he was not going to be the judge of me, why haggle over what would or would not be?

That by the way, I hung out with him every chance i got. I and Arjuna   loved our dear friend and fellow musketeer, we were okay with whatever he did. The satisfactory routine of hanging out began to happen more often and soon enough anywhere outside my lecture hall or laboratory, they were my shadow. Arjuna was usually quiet in person but loud, annoying and completely hilarious overCHATS as opposed to George who had a loud mouth even in his sleep. I  didnt consider what we did childish showing love to the seemingly crazy “gay”  dude in school, i assumed we were mature adults who accepted the things we couldnt change like the choices our dear friends chose to make.

We naturally fell more in love with George when be began to open up and talk about his life and family, everything and everywhere he had been. His father, had died only a few years ago from what his fraternity “people” disguised as a hole in both kidneys,  one after the other. George had donated a kidney to save the life of his beloved father,  as he told,  this predicament had affected his already sinking academics, he began to skip more classes, miss more tests, failed the few he didn’t miss and had dozens of courses to sit for in the summer, but frankly speaking, my dear Bff was a dumbass! regardless of whether his father was a healthy fox or dying in a sick bed in Mumbai. Luckily for Le BFF, money wasnt a problem,  his father had plenty of it, he could afford to spend his entire lifetime sitting for and failing exams and the “dough” wouldnt shrink,  this wealth owed credit to the cult “people”. The father of Le Bff was taken to the best health facilities in the world, hoping that a learned “oyinbo” will speak the magic words and wave his wand and heal the wrinkling kidneys, but Que sera sera Old soldier had to die and go to the grave. The fraternity people (as i was told) had made a grand entrance, flaunting lackadaisically their spiritual super powers without the slightest hint of caution during the funeral, they were said to have demanded for his heart as it was duely required somewhere in the heat of their rites. I remember Something about them waking the dead corpse up to exchange final pleasantries and get the verbal approval to take his heart.

The late Don; George’s father was in his life time a fine Man, a famous lover of the finest women, a sower of fruitful seeds scattered all over God’s earth in every continent he stepped into  amongst other things. Apparently, George was the only Legitimate son of his father, with a fat family purse filled with blood dirty money to lavish. His father had made some promises to his fraternity that involved every one of his offspring and he agreed to some spiritual insurance for thier lives in the event of his death. The aftermath of the death of the father; the orchestrator and perpetuator of the master plan as you can already imagine is far uglier.

Things began to fall apart; few months after,His eldest daughter and immediate elder sister of George, Kubirat, who had gotten pregnant, while in labour, gnashing and crying in the pain of  childbearing gave up the ghost just after pushing the baby to life. George took up caretaking and babysitting of his young orphaned niece. Knowing vaguely about the promises, involving him, made on his behalf by his dearly beloved father and mentor, he wasn’t  ready when just a couple of months of living as a premature nursing father and fitting into the new skin, that the fraternity lords would come knocking for his life, they appeared to him in public and fore-warned him of what his fate was, this disturbing chase wasnt long, for George soon died.

Do we take a break so u can absord this?

Now, remember Kubirat?  she was George’s elder sister and the first fruit of George’s father’s loins. She had died at child birth few months after her father’s death. As i rightly recall and am oblidged to disclose to you my curious reader, The fraternity “took” her. Just like they took her father, they had bought her soul and saved it for the rainy day and George’s death classified as a rainy day. They wanted the first fruits, but no in feminine skin, so at the mortuary, they conjured Kubirat’s spirit and emerged in George’s body. This is real life high class “Adjustment Bureau” shit! Strap yourselves in people.

This life existed in two parallel planes; The spiritual and then the physical. One plane birthed the other, one was like the making of the movie, the other was the edited movie. It explains why certain “spiritual” people could correctly tell the future. Apparently this life is bigger than we knew, it is beyond our comprehension. George explained that we all had spirit guides; and Spirit guides are incorporeal beings that are assigned to us before we are born that help nudge and guide us through life.  They’re responsible for helping us fulfill the spiritual contract we make with ourselves before we incarnate.  And his (Kubirat)  spirit guide solicited approval from his (George) original spirit guide.

“Some guides will stay with you throughout your entire life, and others will pop in every now and again to help you with specific areas of your life or goals you are trying to achieve.” he explained. “These guides are at varying levels of consciousness themselves.” he continued, earning my undivided attention. “Some may be highly ascended masters (such as Jesus) and others might be your average spirit who just happens to be a master in a certain area.” he proceeded.

“They may appear to have a male or female energy, though in reality they are just energy. yours, has male energy, his name is Robert, i spoke with him when i first saw you and liked you.”

“ohhh! what ecactly does Robert do for me? ” i sighed.

” He helps you. When it’s time for your spirit guides to help you, they tune in to your energy and help direct you to fulfill your earthly mission”

“Has dear Robert helped me with anything? how does he help? ”

” Im sure he has, Spirit guides can see what’s going on in your life, and when it’s time for them to actually guide or intervene they have several ways they can accomplish this. I  don’t know how Robert does his ” He explained.

In the early days of this transition from real George to the kubirat George, The newly habited body by the “controlled” soul of a stubborn yo