You think everything in this world revolves all around you?
You walk the land feeling all uppity and brash; you better have a rethink of your life before things get out of hand. The messenger is ever so close.
Often times as human, we tends to forget so easily how many great men has fallen, how many has risen again from the shadows of all these so called great men; this is so because life is a cycle, death is the end of every cycle.
And just like every cycle, the patterns are always the same and it goes on and on till the end of times.
The best feelings ever in this world are the feelings of reproduction; from the conceptualization stage to the copulation stage. In the life of men and women, there’s no greater news than the news of “I’m pregnant!”(Except if you are morons who never see any good reason in taking responsibilities for your every actions and inactions).
The evolution from nothing to being is one of the greatest miracles of life; your sperm heads and the female eggs; the struggle of millions upon millions of sperm heads all racing to get to that dream spot, to be the first to get to that destination, that fertile territory where the very first existence of life begins!
Then this seed’s finally berthed at paradise where it started to grow and grow and grow!
As if not enough another greatest miracle of life is at that stage of child birth; women sure knows how to performed miracles men are nothing but magician; abracadabra! That’s it!
What can you say about the pride of motherhood; the numbing pains and the soothing relieved of child birth?
What can you say about those torturous moments of being pregnant as a woman; that fetus growing like a tumor deep inside of you, changing your behavioural patterns every now and then.
Your body starts to grow, likewise you can feel it deep inside of you a beautiful specie is growing; every night your imagination runs wild. You can’t help but imagined about the sex of this specie; will it turn out to be a beautiful child just like me?
“I don’t want a monster of a child oh God!” You often pray in your sub consciousness and consciousness.
“I want a beautiful child; the perfect one not a deformity child, not a child with two heads or four limbs please oh God!”
You just can’t help it but continues to hope and pray for the best as an expectant.
The psychological trauma a woman goes through from the day of conception to that very last minute the baby finally comes out can never be over emphasized. God bless our mothers, and our fathers too (scoffs).
Now imagine this…
After all the efforts, the sacrifices, pains and anguished the psychological trauma…
At that final stage; a messenger appears!
You saw it. He was right there in the labor room, taunting you.
Smiling at you with those angelic smiles, calling out your name and whispering into your ears;
“Run to me, come with me, let me take you home; to paradise, where it all began!”
“You and your baby; you can decide if you want to come with me alone, or you want your baby too to tag along. Or what do you think? You know I care about you; you are my priority!
Time is of the essence. Tick tock! Tick Tock!
I have been patiently waiting for this day; this fateful day. There’s a time for everything in this world!
Now is your time!
Let’s do this… I like it the easy way more. Painless!
But judging from my experienced, most of you human always choose the hard way; especially all pregnant women. You act like the baby deep inside you is your world and everything; trust me you are the precious one to me. You are the vessel! And it is you I seek! Don’t keep me waiting for too long; my patient has limit!
Now is your last chance to choose!
You or the baby, or both of you! The more the merrier anyway! That only means more badges of honors from His Royal Highness for me!
In case, you are still in doubt of who I am, don’t get it twisted my dear, “I am the Messenger of Death!”
image credit: google image (Angel of Death)