The Climb

​There I lie; waiting for the moment everything will come into view. Something has got to take off. I have got to see the world. This tension has been building for months; I had suspended every other thing so as to focus on this one thing.

This is the one thing I feel my life, the rest of my life depended so much on. I have gotten to the point of desperation. I had come to the point of cold stone heart, not feeling anything, not wanting to feel anything but the thrill of “finally it’s done”.

For that thrill, I have gone cold on the inside; the only thing that can thaw me up is the thrill. The thrill is the first sign of fulfillment; the thrill is the high and not the pill. The thrill is the only difference between the never ending Now and EVER.

The thrill is the beginning of the rest of my life, that part of my life that I am dead tired of waiting for. I could jump on a train, if there is any that can take me to that part of my life faster than this particular, time trickling waiting.

When it is finally done, then we begin. The climb is made of strata and wedged cliffs, you could bank on any, but never safe till you get to the very peak. Contrary to what you are probably thinking, it’s not icy at the top, its green. The richest green country you could ever see. The sun is brighter there too, but not as hot, it seems the ozone layer there is made up of thicker oxygen compounds or something. There are all kinds of trees, Baobabs, Cedars and Irokos, growing in the same fauna. It’s magical. Their plumage is of every kind of colors, reds, yellows, oranges, blues and all. There the bees and the cicadas sing, there the birds fly like they have found heaven.

How do I know? I designed it. And I long to get back there; not as when it was in my head; (that is the first version of reality), but as the second version of reality.

The thrill will definitely take me to the first wedged cliff on the side of the climb. And subsequent thrills will keep pushing me up. I don’t know how long I’m going to climb, but I’m sure of one thing…I’m never going to be bored of climbing it but just tired of waiting for the next climb.

In short I live for the climb.

Let’s assume I have been typing mumbo jumbo since, but then, maybe I’m crazy.


Desmond Ayo Ojumu writes from Lagos


Stormy is the way outta hell #3

I didn’t see the storm approaching…

Its whirling tail tossing everything in its wake…

Its ever widening funnel sucking up the desert wind..

Sucking me closer and closer…

I lost control of my wings…the wind proves too powerful

But not for me

I dove for the tail of the nasty whirlwind…

My feet planted deep in the desert sand…I trudged forward against the massive wind, massive sand thrown about in the lightening swirl…

Aye, soon I reached the tail or it reached me.

I grabbed it and shook it hard

My wings were folder behind my back…but they fluttered violently in the wind of the storm.

The storm reaches his fingers to grab me and wrestle…my grip on his tail becomes harder…

Then it occurred to me that in the storm is an unseen catapult…

At that moment of eureka I let go of his tail!

A blinding swoosh!                               A deafening thunder!

I was high above the clouds… Traveling faster than the speed of light!

Beneath me were the company of pirates who thought they had left me for death…

I spread out my wings…my shadow…a great one…cast over them!

I could see their fear.

A great dragon emerges from the desert storm to consume us all they presumed.

I circled over them like a bird of prey.

My moment has come and they run widely hither thither not knowing where to go…

Fright got hold of them…and I was only warming up for the action. 

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Stormy is the way outta hell #2

Sewing myself a pair of wings.

By night my wings were made. I am the rider of the air. I ate scorpions for dinner. They came at me from the pond but I was faster.

When morning came I waited for the wind but none came. So I took my walk…sighting a mountain ahead…of I could climb the mountain…I would leap from the peak and fly!

And so I did…from the mountain peak I leapt into the hands of the desert wind. And lo…I fly.

High as a hands were tired of lifting the wings but my spirit was high…I got drunk with happiness…I didn’t see the storm approaching…

PS: this is the second part…I will post the third on Wednesday.

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Stormy is the way outta hell

They thought they had left me for dead…marooned on a deserted island…in the middle of nowhere.

But I conquered death many years ago…when I dared him to his face and he couldn’t do me nothing…

The island was kind to me…a gentle breeze now and then…the sprinkling of salt water…irritated me enough to get me on my feet…maybe to look for a better spot to bleed out…

Then I realised that if you got irritated enough to wake you up from a sleep like trance in which you were having tea with Mr death…then you should be able to do anything.

So I said to my body…not today. No dying. You healing. You living. And I’m leaving this island.

So I walked gently to the shade…realised it belongs to a tree…a coconut tree.

So I asked the tree to give me one. He obliged…to give me after I threatened to cut down as many as i could…

So I ate the flesh of the coconut and I drank the milk. My wounds begun to heal. My strength restored. 

I knew beyond doubt what I had to do. I knew I had to conquer the ocean. I knew I had to leave the island. And nothing can stop me.

So I walked along the shore and sighted a giant turtle…oh turtle said I…bear me passage to the middle of the sea.

Son of man…said the giant turtle…I do not swim on the surface of the ocean…he answered.

Take me. I said impatiently…for no depth or height…will stop me. No fear of death can stop me.

And off we go. Riding on the back of the giant turtle…we got to the point that Mr Giant Turtle had to go into the ocean…I fell from his back…

Whether he noticed or not…I know not. I floated for a while And then passed the Great whale.

With whom I had no reason to bargain.

Great whale happens to be going exactly in my direction chasing a school of fish. So atop I climbed…my little floating island in the middle of the ocean.

He made me understand that when desire passed into the clarity of focus…nature conspires on your behalf to bring even the constellations to work for you.

And on we went..till we reached the shore of this great desert. Its a desert by the sea or a sea by the desert. Anyways it was deserted.

Apart from I and the clarion birds that called from far…

I was alone. To the north hanged the Star. Dangling in a cloudless sky.

To the west sinks the yellow sun…boiling the sea beyond. You will almost think the sun is the king…but a closer look and you’ll realise how foolish that notion could be.

I knew the north is calling…and my prize awaits me. I am he who conquered death. And the vast ocean. I’m he.

Herons of the air came and pecked about the shoreline. “Help, oh kings of the air, help  me cross the desert” I begged.

Why should mortal birds help a mortal man? They replied. Man it was who made the trees gone….and off they fly.

My strength is leaving me. The day far spent. I will not sleep on this side of the desert I said…alas there’s a tree yonder…by the sea.

There I saw a nest of hawks with a lot of feathers everywhere. There were no hawks there….neither were any eggs there. But in d middle of the nest is a small bag.

I checked the bag and found seven piece of roasted meat…my joy… My strength doubled at the sight of the meat.

I ate my fill. There was water to drink…but I can manage. I packed all the feathers I could see in the bag and off I head into the desert.

The further from the beach I walk the further I came to appreciate the strength of the sun…

By night I came into a rocky plain. There I saw trails of the marauders who left me for dead. Who took my crown. 

There was a well there too. I helped myself to gulps of water. I drank my fill and cleared a space to sleep.

I hadn’t slept much when the sun rose up again and my journey continued. By afternoon…I reached an oasis by which is a small mud house.

I checked the house to find what I may…and among my findings is a needle and plenty of thread. I set down my bag of feathers and went to work…

To be continued…my first post this year.

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