Schizophrenia

I lay still,a few hours ago it was noon,now the sun has been replaced with the moon..
Dysphoric Effects cloud a once ecstatic mind, sometimes its like that..sometimes I’m like a starry dynamo..more often it’s like howling like a wolf in the dark..
I do not own an Xbox 360…I am not popular on the internet,as a matter of fact I’m so emotionally unresponsive to the point that I’ve been giving my Crush Relationship Advice,However in my little Universe of surrealism,where its dark all day,birds don’t chirp and flowers don’t bloom..where everything and anything I imagine is possible,I am a King..My dark twisted thoughts and imaginations are my loyal subjects,I rule over my controversial notions and logic which in the real world is considered as paranoia delusion..
My dark World,where I howl at the moon all night long..where Loneliness and Bliss is an inseparable contrivance and Life generally is overrated..
Still lying still..I drift into my Surreal ambience and relive the events of the day..I imagine the components of Mobinga’s graphic card telling his “Max Payne 3” to be “visually appealling”..I imagine the fun Rose must have had at her friend’s place,..How happy the clock must have been to tick all day.
Soon I’m back to the generally accepted world..Its still dark here,but nothing compared to my Beautiful Dark World..I could sit all day and imagine but it soon dawns on me that I’m needed Here..The lengthy lines of code will not debug themselves..The CD player in my mother’s car won’t fix itself when Her Frank Edwards suddenly stops playing…No one will be central database for settling greek mythology related arguments amongst my peers if I’m gone..
So I sit up and answer “Ma”!! To distant “Iyobosa!!!” coming from the kitchen..Laughing at how overrated this World is..IYobosa Rehoboth

By bosarehoboth

Misunderstood

Buried beneath the smiles
Hiding underneath the Happiness Lies a misguided soul,lost in the world she once believed in,nurtured by grief and hate,the lights which once guided her,now seem to blind her..
Constantly Fighting a battle against the darkness in her soul,she seeks to find solace by giving her heart to Him in exchange for the love she never got.
Only long enough to discover he was more fuel for the inferno burning in her..she is forced to find a new love in needles and bottles,They incite her demons even more,But to her she has found love..
Her once pretty eyes now hell red,tell a tale of her future..perdition and damnation..a future which she once foresaw to hold her make beliefs of Rainbows and Happily ever afters..
Slowly but surely she grows weaker and her demons grow stronger,waiting to devour her..
The other young men and women converse in light whispers,..if only they knew her Plight,But how could they have known,who would have ever guessed??
She is aware of her darkness..she is aware of her weaknesses..in fear of sleeping and Never waking Up,She takes a stand and realizes She doesn’t need the love of this world.
She has found herself again despite being lost in the mazes of the world she was once familiar with,
The Gleam in her eyes are slowly coming back..The lustre in her dark beautiful hair is being restored..Slowly the demons burn to the ground one after the other until she hears no more from the last of them.
She has found Victory,She has found Freedom..
Now They ask..who is the new girl? They don’t whisper anylonger,They all want to shake the hands which ones held those bottles and syringes..
She is now Beautiful and confident..Although once in a while she reminisces and remembers the girl who was once Misunderstood..The girl who died the same day the last of Her Demons did..Iyobosa Rehoboth

By bosarehoboth

Clocks

It’s the 90’s..probably a saturday,a young chubby fellow is weighed on a scale..He’s mum is pretty exhausted yet manages to let out a sigh of relief…
Several Tick and Tocks have Passed and he’s Come face to face with a strange track that stretches out for miles.
Ambition is the steam for his train as He sets out on Journey into the unknown..
On His way He becomes Friends with Logic and Reasoning,Good friends indeed who have offered to show him right from Wrong,Good from Evil,Allegory from Literal.
Despite The Amusements and Whimsics of The Childhood Train,His Friend “Reasoning,suggests its time to get off the train..Logic thinks so too.
Unanimously Deciding,They get off the train and face nothing but Vast horizons..Amazing it seems,Yet full of surprises and Dangers,Here they Do not have the leisures Of the Train of childhood,They have to walk independently By foot,creating Paths for the Little Boy..Then and Now He looks back at the trails of smoke the Train left behind,wishing he had never gotten off it,but He discovers that if He’s going to survive He’s going to need more than Ambition to drive him..
He finds a new friend Called Willpower,a bit aggresive,but Will got the Job done when he was needed,He was proven to be a trustworthy friend..
Several More Ticks and tocks Have passed..The Famous River of Adolescence has long Been crossed by this boy and his friends..
Now as He walks down those dusty roads reflecting on the wrong paths he took, As He stands overhead of the Greenlands,He knows there’s one final Bridge to cross,One Final step to take..He knows He is not the First,He knows He’s not the Last..He knows that somewhere else in the world a rendition of the events that occured on that saturday night in the 90’s is happening again..What He doesn’t Know is If The Ones Behind him are going to Find the Good old Friends He did..and fashion out paths for themselves..He sure Hopes they do.—Iyobosa Rehoboth

By bosarehoboth

Sweet Melodies In a Strange Night

It’s One of those Nights,One of those Nights when its so dark,that you wonder if the Daylight is Ever going to come,One of those nights when the cold makes your eyelids freeze.
The Frogs are around tonight,I haven’t heard from them for quite some time now,I can’t help but think they know something about the strangeness of this Night,I shake it off and Listen to their melody,Trying to distinguish the several croaks and voices,trying to count how many they are,wondering how they got there,wondering if they wouldn’t be needing blankets or a nice hot drink,maybe they are trying to say something,maybe its just my wild imagination wandering into the flip side of reality…that flip side of reality where you shoot someone and his life bar drops,where the sun is always wearing a grin,and where the “happily ever after”s” exist..
I’m soon forced to realize the darkness of the Night once again,I reminisce on the events of the day,who’d have guessed such a good day would turn into a night like this? But then again,Do we ever Know? Can we ever guess?…knowing we cannot,We just accept the things we cannot change,like the frogs melody,or the absence of the moon and stars,the sadness on my face when it rains..One thing I do know for sure is,When the Skies Cry..The Frogs come out to sing..-Iyobosa Rehoboth

By bosarehoboth

Life as it is

You’ve been lost in a dark subway tunnel for days,you’re tired,hungry,thirsty and you desperately need to get home,suddenly You see a light,a grin appears on your face,You think you have finally made your way out and you think its the beautiful sunlight you see….well maybe you’re right,but then again,what if the light You claim to see is coming from a train,whose driver is probably asleep and can’t see you,therefore He can’t apply the brakes…crushing you to death.
We fail to weigh the pro and cons of life,the odds of certain events and instances,We ignore that voice inside us that tells us “it won’t work” or “its not going to be ok”..We fail to distinguish Negativity from Reality.,Life isn’t bound to go smoothly,There won’t always be a happy ending…Prince charming may never make it to the castle,The out come of events will not always be positive..The earlier we understand this,the more we are safe from the hazards of life..I do not one suggest to be cynical or negative..all I’m saying is be realistic…have a heightened sense of things,the greatest harm one can inflict on himself is self deceit or hypocrisy,because whether we like it or not half empty or half full,we are still going to drink from the cup,then again,the cup may slip and break..
Next time you see that light,just remember that it might be a train coming to harm You-Iyobosa Rehoboth

By bosarehoboth

“POWER” and the pursuit of happiness

“We hold these truths to be self evident,that all men were created equal,and endowed by the creator with certain un-alienable rights,among theses are life,liberty and the pursuit of happiness” These were the words of Thomas Jefferson in the declaration of Independence speech of America.
Applying the deepness of these candid words,I thought to myself,were all men actually created equal? If so why where some men held as gods and others treated with scorn?
I pondered on the reasons,until I discovered something,it was an element I found,an element called “power”,I traced the existence of this element back to the days when mankind and the earth was still in its early stages of articulation.
Upon this discovery,I also found out the rudiments of this concept and discovered power to be “a measurement of an entity’s ability to control its environment,including the BEHAVIOUR of other entities…Inherently I also found out that the thirst for this element by mankind was such an inseparable contrivance.
Our creator (God) was the first to possess this element,He used it to form mankind and all we see today..This higher power man sought,right from the very beginning when He ate the fruit which He was instructed not to.He wanted to “see” and live in immortality like His creator did. Considering this fact,it can be seen that mankind has been impelled right from the very start to pursue this element.
Thousands of years later, Touching down to our present day situation element power has become so sought after in all ramifications of life,Men and Women venture into various prospects to attain power,most cases in negative and malevolent ways,attaining results which tend to be short lived and transient.
Invariably,Overtime power has been tagged “evil”,but being realistic this element in several cases has been used for the greater good of mankind,for instance the Famous Indian activist Ghandi whose political power was able to free India from its civil Unrest,or God Himself the creator,who used His supernatural powers to form the earth and all we see today…But then again,how come power is mostly sought after to be used for malignant and selfish purposes? Well the answer from my vantage point is simple; Every man is born into evil and as He lives and grows up,He comes to a stage of maturity and reasoning,where He is obliged to choose between this evil and Good,The decision He makes solely depends on the background from which he grew upon. Sadly and with much regret,Most people in the world today settle for evil anyway,not in the literal sense,but evil by choosing to stick with the wrong values,Evil by choosing selfishness over being thy Brothers keeper.
Eventually,This evil becomes embedded in everything they do,Their words and actions. Among these actions are the Inborn quest for power,because whether we choose to see it or not,there is a drive in every man which impels him to desire power.
The quest for the element isn’t the problem.but the reasons and avenue through which this power is achieved,We must ask ourselves,Will this be for the greater good of the neighbor who lives next door? What benefits will it bring to these ends? How far and at what cost am I willing to achieve this element? Because whether we realize or not,Our creator possesses invaluable and unimaginable power,a higher power that ensures that we are responsible for all our actions,a Power which will reward us for our good or bad deeds,its really that simple.
We should also bear in mind that we all are the same and deserve an equal amount of respect,justice and equality,seeking to seize control of others through Tyranny and achievement of power is vain and comes with appropriate punishment overtime.
In the popular paradox achilles and the tortoise “In a race,the quickest runner can never overtake the slowest,since the pursuer must first reach the point whence the pursued started,so that the slower must always hold a lead” From this context we see life as a race and the pursuer and the holder of power and the pursued as the oppressed,so to speak,clearly if given much thought we see that unknown to the pursuer,the pursued must always hold a lead.
Also in another paradox by Zeno,she says “all is one and contrary to the evidence of our sense,the belief in plurality and change is mistaken,and in particular,motion is nothing but an illusion”. By “all is one” we can well say that all of mankind was formed by the Creator God in His image and likeness,meaning we all are equal,and it would be wise and beneficial to pursue equity so as to set a standard for future generations to walk upon.
In conclusion we all should strive to attain the highest and most effective kind of power,the power of “love”,Love for ourselves,Love for our Neighbors,Love for God and all of mankind….Then finally the World will be ridden of penury and melancholy.
It is then we can rightly say,the pursuit of happiness has been satisfied,and Happiness has finally been found.
Iyobosa Rehoboth.

By bosarehoboth

Dreaming in HD

It’s past midnight,I’m probably lazy or too tired to study,maybe even both..its dark as usual,but what’s unusual about tonight is the frogs..they haven’t come around in a while now,but they’re here today and something about their croaks just makes me feel safe..Their call and response sounds tend to usher me into some kind of peaceful trance,where everything is quiet and balanced,random thoughts which have no relationship with each other start flying in,for instance,a scene from the movie “scream 4” and a reminder that my BIS would be expiring soon,my friend Marvelous and the upcoming match between John Cena and the Rock in Wrestlemania 24,soon I’m forced to remember how bad I want to get into school,and I start imagining what possibilities the University of Port harcourt could hold for me,dwelling with the vague details and tales I’ve heard so far, I produce a mental picture of myself going to classes,and trying to be a responsible adult,it doesn’t take much time before I got bored,and I had to find a new thought, to get lost in, I start going over in my mind, the drafts for my much anticipated article “power” it has to be perfect, I can’t afford any mistakes..that goes on for a while until I suddenly remember there’s a real world where you kill people and they die, now the croaks have stopped and I have to return to earth,where its dark again,I find myself on my bed then I begin to type. -Rehoboth Iyobosa

By bosarehoboth

A journey of a thousand miles..

The journey of a thousand miles begins with a step,Rome wasn’t built in a day,little raindrops make a mighty ocean blah blah blah and all that crap,I’m Iyobosa Rehoboth and I’ve never really been a fan of words of wisdom and candid words,but what I do know is That I’m a Realist and I believe everything should start from somewhere,.(By the way that’s just one of the “many” things) I believe in.
I also believe in putting down my thoughts in literal forms,and sharing them for the world to see..This post, God willing is going to be the one step that begins my journey of a thousand miles,The foundation for the building of my Rome,and the first drop for my mighty ocean..just for the records this post was unscripted and undrafted prior to its writing..but what does it matter really? Anyway bottom line is I’m gonna be blogging more overtime..hopefully I’ll see you when my Rome is built-Iyobosa Rehoboth

By bosarehoboth