HEART OF EVERYTHING

Had I been dreaming? How could faith be so cruel? Has that day finally come. Was I forsaken?

My name is Nigeria and here goes my story.

I lived my life in paradise. As god, I shaped the world around me. I had riches  oth man-made and God-made. I thought the world was in my hands, but how wrong was i. the hands of faith snatched everything from me. So I started on the never ending quest for answers. Why did he bless me, yet curse me. I tried going into his world, tried to understand the patterns he left for all to see. I wanted him to see how much I yearned for him. What was my purpose? Why was l here? What was the heart behind everything?

Am I the last of my kind? Was it true what they had said, the the world was in our hands, were we to only try to find a way into his world. I wanted to understand the algorithms which he could excute this mathematically impossible planet called earth or was this earth or just another planet hell? So I decided to bring together people of different tribe, belief and culture into my house, hoping he could see how much I cared and loved his creations so he could let me into his world and give me what I yearned for.

But the dust of silence blew me away. Why all this pains and sorrows in this world? What were my mistakes, why all these lies? I knew I had to look above the truth and lies, but whay was he clothed in secrets. It tore me apart to sacrifice it all but yet I was greeted with sllence. I could not take this anymore. I do not want to lose what I had. I must see through his eyes, I must break through the surface and reah for his hands. I can no longer justify all this pain in his world. I must find the truth beneath the rose.

How could he be so cruel? I lay in my dying bed unfulfilled. My time ran out and my future was upon me and there was no escape. Was this day, the end of my tomorrow? Fear of the unknown clouded my thought. So this was my end. As my music died, I recalled all my wasted moments, am I never going to dance again?

What sound was that? Where was it coming from? Was it all in my head? Then I heard it. “mortal, come into my world, see through my eyes and see the best way of living between the truth and lies was to see who I am” He continued, “when you stay low, nothing happens. You have to stand your ground, you must not give in. with my last adding strength I asked him what I longed for. What was the hear of everything?

Then I heard so many voices say in synchronization “SACRIFICE”. What does it mean? I could not be this close and yet not get the answer I so desire. With the last strength in me I raised my hands. It was then I saw him. I felt his hands of faith upon me and He said:

NIGERIA, OPEN YOUR EYES, SAVE YOURSELF FROM FADING AWAY AND THEN YOU WOULD SEE WHAT YOU WOULD BECOME. THIS IS TRULY THE HEART OF EVERYTHING. NIGERIA, THIS IS NOT YOUR END.

ERO OSAZE

BY/12B/1293