Eye blazing with fire, heartbeat faster than shadows, head spinning with anxiety, questions running through the woman mind. What have I done??? what the hell have I done??? Rhetorical question with no one around to answer. I have been told that one thing would kill a man I guess Ozioma had chosen what would put her in trouble. Her mother had told her countless times that her short temper was a big obstacle but she would flame up and say she was fighting for her right. She would puff her shoulder high and raise her voice louder than the thunderstorms and declared that she would rather die than allow people trample on her and her rights. If only she knew that anger was the devil's Achilles heel? if only she knew that keeping quiet and acting calm was not a weakness? If only she knew that raining storm and thunder only last for a while?
If only she knew that anger 😡destroys faster than weevils??? if only she had listened to her parents??? You would ask what was Ozioma story. Ozioma was a beautiful girl who had a very bright future in front of her but she had a big flaw (anger) and she was not ready to change. Ozioma was ready to kill anyone who made her look stupid, tried to correct her or even challenged her.
Her siblings were scared of her and prospective suitors took to their heels like men who had to use the loo 😂😂.
Ozioma calm down Ozioma calm down was the sweet song on everyone lips.
Ozioma you will kill him/ her was a chorus and she would reply let them die as a response. Ozioma has finally killed someone. Guess who Ozioma killed???.
Who did she kill???. Ozioma killed herself...
Ozioma killed herself....
In a fit of rage Ozioma stabbed herself. She was chasing her brother with a knife breathing thunder and lightning when she mistakenly stabbed herself. As the knife pierced her skin you could see the questions on her lips, the little chant of help, the desperate call of help. You could see she was having a conversation with death, perhaps trying to make a deal with death. Probably she made promises of changing when she saw her life flash before her eyes. Ozioma what irony, Ozioma it is too late. Restitution has embarked on a long journey.
You could see the regret in her eyes as they closed, you could see the fear in them and you could hear her heart beat slowly.
Ozioma is Gone....
Ozioma has fallen.
We all have an Ozioma around us, we should learn to control our emotions. Our emotions should not control us.
Been calm and meticulous doesn't make you weak. Raining thunderstorms doesn't make you the strongest. Ozioma has gone to be with the heavens. Another shining light quenched because of one mistake.
Oh sorrow....
Oh death stings again.
Rest well Ozioma.
Stay easy Ozzz.🕊️🕊️🕊️
