The Invasion

whacha think about the title, speaks volumes huh?

i've always been one who for no just reason keeps a record of my FIRSTS,

not in a book though, but stacked up somewhere in my head.

i remember a whole lot of firsts and the month of January 2008 will forever be one of those days and well....anyways get a bowl of popcorn, pull off ur shoes and grab a seat(front row preferably)

i felt it was a script not written for the movies but for dreamland

i opened my eyes, and looked up to see faces i've never seen before.

"but Z never invited any of his friends to pass the night", i said to myself

Suddenly,

O1 shouts "turn ur head", while O2 lands a big blow to my spine and i let out a big howl

says2self "Z is down and out, i see him in pain, ooh dear Aunt, Sis and Zsis ooh Lord not today"

O3 :"co-operate"

O1 :"cross ur hands", hits my wrist

O3 : "u don't want to co-operate abi, u go regret am"

......NOT TO BE CONTINUED



i actually thought i would be able to narrate what transpired that faithful day,

but as the images runs through mi head, i'm furious and so full of hate.

anyways that was an abridged version of what transpired at mi home last month ,

when men of the underworld paid us a visit.

although i wish i could whisk it all away, but the scar has been rubbed in all so well.

u know throughout my sojourn in this world,

i have never for one day been a victim of men of the underworld.

but the experience is one that left my 60 something year old Aunt visibly shaken,

and up till this day one wishes it never happened.

alot happened that faithful morning (sometime around 2:00 am) but i trully am so mad to continue writing this piece.





watch out for wolfiee: the rebirth