Pains of the Agnostic Nigerian

Intro

It was a beautiful sunset, time 6:11pm, as usual, the electricity is down, plunging Sango Ota into a quick sunset (as if the electricity is somehow related to the sun's intensity). This was 2045 after all, the much anticipated year for the singularity, merging of technology with our bodies...

Sitting at Wale's place, thinking about nothing and everything.

Lola's dad's death made me numb, got me thinking about how best to comfort her. Been kilometers away from her made it difficult.

I missed her terribly, and that was the plain truth, I haven't met someone else to replace her, that's mostly due to my emotional state of mind at the moment.

An sms and a call later still didn't make feel I've done enough to play the part of the on and off boyfriend I was.

As the music of Neyo's Over My Head played, I took a drag on my joint. The effect of the weed was a welcomed feeling. My mind had to chill and sort itself out one way or the other. Otherwise, it feels I might just lose it.

RIP to Lola's dad, that came from the heart. All my thoughts was centered on her.