Livinus weeping poet Okechukwu
LETTER TO MY MOTHER….(THE STORY OF A SON WITH A BROKEN HEART)
I FEEL SO BAD RIGHT NOW, IN MY ATTEMPT TO STRUGGLE AND SURVIVE IN THIS BIG CITY, I STARTED WRITING THIS BOOK. MOM… ALL MY LIFE I HAVE BEEN A WRITER, I HAVE ALWAYS HAD STORIES TO TELL YOU……… BUT MOTHER FEW MONTHS AGO I STARTED WRITING THIS BOOK AND NOW MOM; I DO NOT KNOW HOW TO END IT…..
MOTHER IT WAS NOT MEANT TO BE A BOOK IN THE FIRST PLACE, IT WAS MEANT TO BE JUST A WRITE-UP, A QUOTE, A PARAGRAPH, JUST A CONCISE PAGE…. BUT NOW, I HAVE BEEN WRITING THIS BOOK, THIS SAD STORY FOR THE PAST 6 MONTHS. I WANT TO END IT NOW BUT I DO NOT KNOW HOW TO.
EVERY PAGE I WRITE, EVERY PARAGRAPH, EVERY SENTENCE, EVERY WORD I HAVE WRITTEN WILL ALWAYS LEAD ME TO A NEW PAGE, A NEW PARAGRAPH, A NEW SENTENCE, A NEW WORD… MOTHER, IS A SAD STORY I AM WRITING. THIS STORY HAVE BROKEN MY HEART SEVERALLY, I HAVE WANTED TO STOP IT, BURN THE CHAPTERS THAT I HAVE WRITTEN, TRIED TO WALK AWAY FROM IT BUT I JUST CAN NOT.
THIS STORY MOTHER HAS ENGROSSED ME; IT WALKS IN ME LIKE MADNESS, AND MOTHER HOW DO I STOP? HOW DO I QUIT WRITING? EVEN WHEN I THREW MY PEN AWAY, I STILL WILL PICK IT UP AND JUST CONTINUED FROM THE PAGE AND CHAPTER THAT I STOPPED.
MOTHER…. HOW DO I DO IT? HOW DO I AVOID THIS SAD STORY THAT BREAKS MY HEART, I DO NOT KNOW HOW….. THIS IS THE STORY OF YOUR SON WITH A BROKEN HEART. MOTHER… IF I DO NOT WRITE TO YOU AGAIN, BOTHER NOT MOM…. FOR MY STORY HAVE CONSUMED ME, FOR I HAVE BEEN BLOWN AWAY BY THE FIERCE WIND FROM MY SAD STORY.
YOUR SON OKEY….
MY NAME IS OKEY LIVINUS AND I AM THE WEEPING POET,
I WRITE NOT TO BE ACCESSED BY MORTALS,
I WRITE NOT TO BE COMPARED TO ANY OTHER POET,
I SPILL MY HEART ON THE ALTER OF WORDS,
BURSTING THE ORDINANCES THAT TIES THE WORK OF ART TO CRITICS.
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