It’s the 15th of
October 2012, sunny morning in Abuja at work, drinking cold water and trying to
figure out what in heaven or hell is making my code produce Errors like some
nuclear facility running out of water and Graphite rods to cool the system.
There was a lot of frustration every where, its
strict office, what would you expect?
Break time, chatting
with my contacts on b.b.m. Suddenly, I don’t know how these evil spirits came
to meet me from a simple conversation, it became a nightmare and an
exasperation from frustration. The most annoying was on twitter. Now at a
Point, I felt like sticking a nuclear bomb in a couple of people's mouths and
letting it go off, I was angry and I don’t know if I was think or maybe it was
a little bit because unfortunately I couldn't do any of that and I ended up
talking to all of them again, WTF we are boys.
And there lived a
girl on my b.b.m. One of those submerged
in a conversation with me and yes she's
as cute as those fairy tale characters. Most of the Story is about our conversation
and the effect of the rage from the other conversations I had.
I'd like to call it
something like the "idea o f transfer of rage" I don’t know the
specifics of how I came up with that, but the little shame and joy I felt after
this should answer that.
So this character
wrote on her BBM p.m. some kid of crazy weird *hiii* that I saw and I was like
okay, that’s suppose to mean something, so I asked what it was and she said it
was Fulani and then I tried to guess what it meant so I tried.
Meanwhile………………………..
I was getting vexed
and turning into a green monster with torn pants and hairy chest, becoming
Eminem in 8-mile, from conversation with some people. Apart of me disappeared,
my sane consciousness slept, a memory quickly faded hiding in the shadows of
thick smoke and fires of a chasm that only my mind could understand.
Enough with the
metaphors
So the next thing I
saw, "I don’t have your time, you’re a fool ". That was deep, I
created a new enemy and immediately, I started wishing Armageddon on her, but
this was somebody that even if she ever gets drunk, she wouldn't dream of it,
she wont even taste alcohol to begin with. At that moment, I forgot all that,
forgot the conversation, mixed up her name for the girl that tore my heart the 1st time and just started planning for revenge. I asked myself, who's this?
what's going on? Am I in a trance or something? Couldn't get the answers to
those questions so I decided to drop a punch line and due to Very Explicit,
when I say explicit I mean XXX and the end of the world and demons all in one
piece followed by a delete.
I kept my phone on
my desk and listened to the pounding bro-step rhythm of my heart and it
increased till it came flat out. Nothing made sense to me again. All I could do
was laugh, I felt sad for myself and there was this pity and darkness.
At that point I began to think and I tried to rationalize all that had happened in the last 8 minutes. I remembered that
things should never be this serious, I trust her enough not to do something
like that then I though maybe it was meant for someone else, since she sounded
so angry and all that slaughter wasn't for me come-on. Maybe she was joking, or
maybe an interesting someone was trying to play with me a little.
Now I drew a line in
my head, on the left you do 007 and Rambo and end your relationship with her or
just ask a question like a civilized person and see where it leads you, even if
it makes you a savage in the end, *TF.
So I asked the
simple question, "please tell me what you sent 10 minutes ago wasn't for
me" and immediately after that I was hit by consciousness that was dead
and buried by a garbage collector instantiated by fury. Well all I could do was laugh at my
foolishness and send a ROTFL smiley with shame. Yes like an ROTFL with the pink
cheeks and a hand on my face.
The case might have
different if I didn't ask that simple question, innocence would have been
asphyxiated, we see that happen all the time, even noted recently in its
highest outcome was the gruesome execution by some savage, uncivilized Succubi.
