THE SILENT BATTLE OF WILLS.
Dedicated to the cunt that lost it’s life on a fine afternoon.
I killed a cockroach this morning. It fell out of an electric blender when my mom was about to blend tomatoes and pepper.
What you need to understand is that lately, cockroach infestation in my compound is the new-creation. It's everywhere. Even when you are sleeping, it'll walk over you like it just won the lottery. I killed one on my body some nights back, I initially thought it was a mosquito due to my dizziness. But mosquitoes are soft not squishy; that's how I knew it was cockroach.
Anyways, back to the blender incident. My mom carried the blender from the top of the fridge and the cockroach landed on the floor like a ballet dancer. My mom didn’t even notice it. Me that saw it, I used my bare feet to march it and it died.
The story ought to end there but the little cunt was still alive. They just don't die.
I went back to replying my messages because I have to post my business content so I can engage and entertain my customers but from the corner of my eyes, I saw dry bones rise again.
Initially, I thought it was due to the fact that I was always on my phone without UV-glasses but no, my eyes were not deceiving me. The cunt was alive.
It was slow though, the speed had left it's tiny legs and a part of it's abdomen was slightly open. If it was a normal animal, I would have pitied it but the cunt and it's community wouldn't let us be so there was no need to pity it.
Without thinking, I snuffed the life out of the cunt with my bare feet and it was lifeless finally.
The message of this blog/post/article or whatever you want to call it is not about snuffing the life out of the cunt. My message to you is to check yourself so you don't let the things that should have been done-and-dusted come back to stress you. Be authentic and make decisions you will be proud of and don't let emotions cloud your judgement.
