Help! I killed the wrong guy.
17:05:00
I hold the gun, my hands shaking as I contemplate my actions. I know that if I pull the trigger, there would be no going back.
"Shoot him! Shoot him, you idiot!!!", my friends scream as I battle for clear reason. I look at the poor guy, a wretched, beat down carbon-copy of me. He seems pale, dejected, the scratches and blisters on his arms showing years of endless neglect. Is it possible that he actually stole from me? My friends claim so and even my family seem convinced that this childhood pal was more cunning and dangerous than I thought. Still, I couldn't help but ponder..."What if they're wrong?"
He looks at me through the yellowed sleep-deprived eyes within their sockets. I can see emotion in his eyes but not for fear of death but for something else, a more selfless cause. I couldn't understand it, in that split second but now that I look back, I know it was pity. He pitied me, for he knew what my decision would cost me; he has seen this play so many times before, so many of his family gunned down by each one in my community, now being his big day. He seemed sure I was making a big mistake, but of course would I listen?
I shake off my doubts as I steady my hand and draw back the hammer. He now knows I'm serious and frantically points to the clean cut gentleman standing beside me. "He's the one! He's the one...its him!! I take a look at the direction he's pointing and I see another look alike, dressed in a charming dapper suit resting on a posh Ferrari. I laugh. It can't be him. He's too awesome to rob me. "He's living my dream life with everything I want...everything you tried to take from me! End the lies. Say your last prayers. Its time to die".
Blood splatters over my sky blue shirt as I end his life. As I see him drop I look at his accusers who were all too happy to see him die. I look at their lives and I'm shocked at what I see. The smiles have suddenly faded away and I see trapped people- zombies in comparison to the screen saver of awesomeness I thought I saw. Now, I look at my Ferrari-owning friend and I see him holding my missing object- my fulfillment, my happiness- the one thing, I just killed a man for.
He gets into his car and zooms off. I'm left in pain as I let out a yelp, tears streaming down my face as I struggle to revive the corpse I just turned. I just killed my dreams, I killed my purpose in life for the thrill of "the beautiful life". And now, I feel empty, lost, dead. How do I retrace my steps? How can I give me life again?
I struggle and stagger away from my mistake to where a small crowd has gathered with shouts that are all too familiar. Once again, another unsuspecting fellow wields the gun. Another set of talents and God-given dreams are about to go down to the grave.
I must stop them. This time I'll save someone. I'll save a soul.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
I pray the Lord gives us the grace to follow only His plan for our lives till the end, in Jesus name. Amen.
11 comments
Nice...real nice! pple kill dir dreams everyday cos of pressure and wen it's is done the same pple dat pressured to do it turn dir back on you
ReplyDeleteThanks man. Means a lot.
DeleteWe just freaking gotta listen to God, hear and then block our ears to the world. Its hard, but I'm sure of the reward.
DeleteThis is intense. Good work brother
ReplyDeleteMay we hear and obey when the Lord speaks
Amen OBJ. Amen
DeleteBeen away from GI for so long, I forgot how awesome it was.
ReplyDeleteSo the cycle continues, man kills his dreams in pursuit of vain nonsense, simple mirages that pose a brighter future. Sadly, this occurs a lot, and has to be pointed out. I loved the way this scenario was portrayed. Well played Ochuko and please continue it with an awesome sequel. I'll be waiting. ^_^
Thanks for the support. Means a lot
DeleteCan't promise a sequel though.
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ReplyDeleteOchuko. The Wordsmith! Thanks boss for another relay from the temple. I've heard. Amen.
ReplyDeleteAmen, thanks Ochuko
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