Mark Writes

I’m talking to you- yes, you.
You know who you are.
The brave soul who is at the end of their rope, fed up, beaten down and hurting.
I know things have been hard lately and you don’t think you can keep going…
But I’m telling you-
Don’t give up.
Life hasn’t been as you’d hoped, but that doesn’t mean it’s been all bad.
There’s been bright moments, even they’ve been overshadowed by tough times.
Hang in there,
It doesn’t storm forever.
All the setbacks, pain and hardships have made you question everything and everyone, most notably yourself.
Stop.
Maybe some people haven’t been there like you’d hoped and perhaps life has taken some bad turns..
But you’re still here, still standing.
Keep going.
I’m not promising that digging yourself out of rock bottom is easy or fast, but you can do it-
In fact, you’re capable of much more than you believe right now-
You’ve just lost belief in yourself and how strong you are.
Keep fighting.
You’re stronger than you know, wiser than you realize and braver than you believe.
Just take each day, each moment and every challenge one at a time.
It’ll get harder before it gets easier,
But once you start overcoming the things you thought you couldn’t, you finally begin to understand why I tell you:
It’s worth it- it’s all worth it…
You’re worth it all.
Maybe life hasn’t turned out the way you wanted it to, maybe it’s let you down and hurt you..
But life has a way of putting the people, obstacles and things in your life that you need to make it where you’re meant to be.
And maybe that place isn’t where you wanted to be,
Maybe it’s better.
I know you’re fed up, broken and sad,
But don’t let what you’ve been through define you.
You’re more than that.
You’re better than that.
Dig deep, find your reasons and start climbing and rising up from the ashes of the fires that tried to burn you down.
Yes, you can.
You’re not too old, too lost, too tired or too anything to start again.
Fight for what you deserve instead of settling for what you are left with.
Your best day, happiest moments and deepest love is still to come.
Keep fighting.
You’ll get there.
Start believing in yourself, your strength and your journey.
And when you reach the top of the mountain you never thought you could climb,
You’ll feel the warmth on your face..
The beauty of happiness descending all around you.
That’s when you’ll remember my words:
You’re more than enough and can do this…
Your best is still to come.

To the one out there reading this that is struggling..
These words are for you.❤️
Don’t you dare give up.

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R for Revenge

"Love will make you weak. Trust will get you killed." He said. Pointing a gun to my head. Blood oozed from the size of my head where the thug had hit me a few minutes ago.

He sighed as he squeezed the trigger.

****

A rich-looking man on overflowing Agbada came in. He sighed as he kicked on the dead man lying in his pool of blood.

"Make it look like su***de," he said as he tapped the bulky guy with the gun. He handed him a large bulky envelope

"Yes sir," he replied, grabbing the envelope with two hands and grinning excitedly. The man left them to clean up. The thug put his gun away.

"John, bring that chair!" He ordered one of his boys who dragged the one-seater to the middle of the room. They placed the dead man on the seat, and used a handkerchief to wipe the gun clean, then placed it in his hand.

"This doesn't look right," said Tyson, "the chair is meant to face the other direction so it would back where the blood is, and his head needs to be tilted backwards so the blood could form an ocean," he suggested.

The leader seemed pleased, "I told you you are a smart mu********er!" He grimaced and arranged it exactly as suggested.

They all crowded around the dead man, smiled at their work and began to clean every trace of their prints.

Satisfied they left.

****

I lay there, my eyes closed but I could still see the image of 3 men with me in the room, but at the far corner, I saw someone with a black overall. He wore a hood that seemed to hide his face.

I can swear he was the grim reaper.

He walked up to me and tapped me on the shoulder, "It's time!"

I sighed as he extended a hand, I held it and he dragged me up. I stood up and was surprised that the thugs in the room didn't flinch or move.

I looked back and saw myself lying in the pool of my blood. I saw them put me on a sofa and then placed a gun in my hand.

It was at this moment that I knew I was dead and was being harvested to the afterlife. The grim reaper didn't introduce himself, but I already knew who he was.

"Alright, let's go," he said as he held my hands and we walked through the wall. We kept on walking and all of a sudden my feet got stuck; I couldn't move.

He stared at me for a while, " come on chop chop..." He said.

"I can't move," I said to him.

He looked at me fiercely, and in an instant, a blink of an eye, he was standing in front of me. I could see his face clearly, he was a skeleton with fiery balls of fire for eyes.

He looked past me and waved a hand. I followed his gaze, and I saw my dead body jerking.

He sighed, "It's not your time." He said and snapped his finger.

My eyes flicked open in the real world. My visions were blurry, and my breath was short. I looked down and saw myself holding a gun, sitting on a chair.

I sat there for a while, I was losing blood, and I was weak. I tore a piece of my shirt and tied it to my head. Tight.

I fell from the seat and crawled toward my phone. I dialled a number on the phone and a baritone voice came online, "Hello!"

"Code 421" I managed to say.

I could hear the shuffling of feet and then the roaring sound of a car jerking to life.

"Stay conscious," he said.

I turned around and lay on my back. My eyes began to close. I saw a shadow come to me. It was the grim reaper. He was bent on harvesting me tonight.

He just stood there looking at me. My eyes began to flicker. I struggled to not shut them. I could see a wry smile on his face. I knew if I close my eyes. It would remain shut forever.

I could feel the darkness crawling up on me... But I'm hellbent on revenge and I will get it.