…with the chisel in hand I began to work…chipping away at the wall of insanity that became mE… I worked day and night tirelessly as I heard her voice calling out on the other side of my sanity, “try harDer” she pleaded..

I’m almost there my love, I’m trying my best. I caught my breath as I took notice of my hands, cracked and bleeding they cried for relief but I paid them no heed, for the insanity was finally cracking so I must proceed…

“You are not trying hard enoUgh!” she screamed… but I could not reply, for the wall was finally dropping and I needed all my strength to comply…but as the chisel dropped from my torn numb hands I let out a cry…”I’m almost there my love, please don’t let your love die!”…

Natty ODou