I’m on the third mainland bridge.
I’m not here for sight seeing but judging from the amount of parked cars, cameras and security behind me, you would think I am an actor waiting for the Director’s voice to yell ‘JUMP’, so we could complete a scene in another low budget Nollywood movie.
I am sure photos and videos of this tragic incident, as it will be called, will be a major highlight on national TV this evening, but it all dosen’t matter, No one can stop me now, no one can help me. No matter how much they say they understand, I could still hear the underlying tone in their voice, I could see the look of guilt in their eye, pleading yet threatening.
Let them point, plead, scream. Truth is, i’m tired of living without life. What is life without the one you love? How do you live when the other part of you is stolen away by death and accusing fingers point at you.
I’m dying from the loneliness, the insults, the gossip and the ocean of emptiness within me.
I look back one last time at the sea of faces behind me: I see despair, I see those clinging on to life forcefully, I see those who mock me with a thin smile that stretch along their black faces.
I look straight at the cameras, so they would know…so the darkness, emptiness and death in my eyes would continue to haunt them long after I’m gone.
As I let go of the railings behind me, I hear gasps and screams but they don’t matter. What matters is the smiling water beneath the bridge, it opened its arms to accept me in a calming embrace.
As i lost the last of my breath to its choking depths, I woke up in my room enveloped in smoke and the shouts of FIRE.