“Suffering From Success” ---- An Epistolary Essay To “2016”

Dear 2016,

To be frank with my partisan gratitude, I must exhale nothing but the purging truth as well as the bitter unheard truth about the previous year. I salute your coming, doth it shall be brief, the world itself has turn brief; nowadays, presently, years runs faster than a brand new G-class. It marvels me.

I came, I saw but I was conquered; nothing much to show of the previous existence, it sucks with the bitter enstunnted memory of the past. I try to kill the ugly memories of my brain (the past) as well as sectioned off the past but yet, it still haunts me. It’s like a tumor which must be treated. I beseech the world with my pleas but always unheard. Sometimes, my ID heart deceives me with unforeseen dreams: flashy ones woke up but nothing is seen. I move ahead because they say “Time waits for no one” I wonder why time should not wait for the earth inhabitant. Does it exist on its own? Even with dead limps lifeless clock, oh! Thou time would never rest. I was once engaged in a crazy act because of an insane adage I heard “Gods time is the best “dashed into the church, stole a clock because I was hoping for the best, that was insane anyway. With all these sacrifices, even when I expected the best, I never seized to think of the worst because its humans closest friend.

2016, I was being soaked and deprived from all spring of life fortune and glories. They say success comes as plan as well as failure: success tyrant friend (the deemed demon). I never call him a demon since they say, “Give to ceasar what belong to ceasar….” But he is mans greatest enemy of all time.

I plan so hard for success but all I heard is an unsound echo which tells me nothing. I make a fatal mistake when I fail to insert to the proved wise saying (wise indeed) that “life is a tale told by an idiot; which signifies nothing” please 2016, I have an ungodly question for you : is life a tale told by an idiot? If yes, please I need your illustrations, make it flow like the sea in the ancient Greek, please don’t fail to make enquiries  from the sea god “occeanus”, if no, likewise.

I was conceived not found; I was nurtured in the right value of life. My mother was my mother. She was soaked in the pool of pain. Don’t want to talk about that (sober). Life has been bastardised , the uncanny nature of life has been revealed. Political hunger and greed has taken over the world of man, which leads to “man’s inhumanity to man”. The planet ‘earth’ is in shabby condition. Churches and its goers has flaunts the world with their unseen good news, whereby the “head” is seen extorting money from their ‘customers’ (member) via to their sweet tongues; it is only heard not seen (end time churches). Back to history; the 1930s African American suffers yet they lived a comfortable life. Here I am like a prodigal son, feeling very weary as Christopher okigbo’s  laments in his poem “mother idoto” who underscores as a prodigal son to the ocean goddess ‘Mother Idoto’; paraphrasing “Before you mother 2016,naked I stand ,before your delightful presence, a prodigal…” pleading for your kind-hearted favour because it is belief that years are accompanied with goodies; I affirmed that, I need your showers of blessing just like Christ who never fail to embarrass his people with his blessings. As underscores in the biblical essay, “behold I was brought forth in iniquity and in sin did my mother conceives me”, I was never a good preacher of the gospel, I will prefer to let the sleeping dog lie, in other words, I will force my case to the bed to avoid complications since I was never a good bible student (lol), surely, I will be defeated. Could that sin makes humanity lifeline implicated? Or could it deprive them of their life fortunes and glories? Father forgives me for my sins, I was chasing ends. It marvels me, because the more I look, the farther it seem. Such is life. Ha!, this is unfair, mom never told me this(hmmm). Such is life…..life is bathe with gratuitous torments. Beside, the world looks joyous in the pre-year (festive period), awaiting your holy coming. I deserved your blessings in your coming. The people deserved that too. It never a command, it a plead. Holy plead. Please 2016, I solicit for your listening ears to my cries; I need your coming to be pregnant with success. Many seeks of many, but I seek of one thing-success. I never prayed or pray to suffer from any kind of disease, but am fed up; I want to be eliminated with a disease, disease that has no cure. Disease beyond the power of the superior medical elites like Janah AJI,Mark Angelo, Umur Atabek, Kristin Brill etc.

2016, if words where like world, I won’t hesitate to build you your own world. Even though your present is yet to be seen, the beauty and the sweet fragrant of your body makes the world dual in oneness and harmony. Your crown awaits you. Can we share the throne? I mean, ehn ehn, can I be your king? That is ridiculous anyway. My mouth is widely close. But come to think of it, 2016, I propose to befriend you, may be that could be us up they. Or maybe that could be the only way forward or maybe that could be nasty of me, you know?.

Back to the nursery rhyme, “As you make your bed so you must lie on it”, yes, I have done that a million times. Education they say, it is the key to success. I have been, I have seen and have attended ‘that’ citadel of learning but yet, the kind of success I desire, none that I have seen. I have bathe in the stream of success, but this era, I want to bathe from the ocean of success…..with astonish assumption and high intensity of  hope, we shall flourish this year, this year shall be ours, victory shall be ours……words are easily spoken but action speaks louder…..my people I have got(assume) a message for you. She says ….’Her coming is going to be fruitful…..personally, I shall suffers from success…we shall suffer from success’

Yours sincerely

Godwayne Essien

This is just a trailer……the full essay coming soon via hard copy