School was just over
I could not wait to go home to my lover.
I had been thinking of her all day
Now, it was time to go meet her. Yay
My students were in their droves, running out of the class hall.
Some were headed for rest, others to the field to play ball.
It was beautiful seeing them that way cause it brought back memories,
Memories that reminded me of when I had less worries
But now, a professor, I have papers to write
And papers to right.
I could not have the time for such frivolities
More concerned was I now with the pen and paper activities.
I stroll through the class as I always do to clear all forgotten items for return the next day.
While on this task, I stumble on something really terrifying I must say,
It is one of my student’s books
Lurking in one of the hall’s crannies and nooks.
Picking it up, I open it.
What I would later see would pound my heart to grit.
Taking it up to my office,
I read through every crevice.
Here’s what I read,
It is something you’d definitely dread.
And to think this was written by an eighteen year old boy,
You would know he is void of joy.
He wrote: I hate me,
Why should I be allowed the next day to see.
I wish I could just drop-dead,
Why can’t I, death, wed?
It would make everything better
Because right now, I’m making everyone around me bitter,
Even though it is not with intent.
I’m like to their life’s vehicles, a deep dent.
I bet if they could have me returned, they would without a second thought;
For enough to last a lifetime is the damage my life has wrought
And I have only been here for a little while.
My execution, the grim-rippers counsel should file
So they could all have some rest
Or maybe I could do it, because it is best.
It’s best I leave their lives alone
For I am to their throat, a bone.”
I look at the book’s cover
So I can the owner, discover.
It belongs the Martins Desmond
The young man is an intelligence pond.
Why would he want to end his existence
Such would be of what essence?
And with lightening speed
I run out to fulfill concern’s need.
Accosting him, I ask that he comes with me
On the basis that there was something I wanted him to see.
He follows me but some great confusion in his mind.
Entering into my office, we shut the door in on our behind.
I offer him a chair
And a conversation I begin between our pair.
Desmond, why do you want to have yourself, killed
When for a future so bright, you’ve been billed.
Talk to me. I’m all ears
If need be, let out the tears
Just make sure you let go of all the pains on your chest,
For I am here to bring you rest.
Sir, what are you talking about?
I have no pains or worries to let out.
I am at peace with myself a hundred percent
With my life, I’m very content.
But you wrote these, didn’t you?
Come on spill those nuts that are hard to chew.
Let me help you have them blended to paste
So you can enjoy with much lesser pain, its pleasant taste.
Sir, I honestly didn’t write this.
This is obviously of someone lacking bliss
And I certainly am not one of such kind.
No, I would never think of giving my life a deliberate upwind.
Hmm, then who could it be Desmond?
Who could have, flowing in him or her, such a bitter pond
And what reason would warrant such a thought
Like this fellow has sought?
Sir, I have no idea.
I want to say I don’t care
But that would be, on my part, cruelty so grave.
This fellow should be afforded a quick save.
Well, we do not know the writer
So how can be his or her grim ripper fantasy’s fighter.
Sir, I think I recognize the autograph,
This must be Ralph.
Ok, so do you know where he is at the moment,
For he needs rescue from his torment.
Oh I saw him recently, he said he was going to the loo,
He did not look blue.
Alright Desmond. When he comes out, ask him to see me,
I need to know how I can restore his glee.
Just then, heard from boys loo is a loud yell
The reason, neither myself nor Desmond could tell.
Into my office, comes a fellow staff, requesting my presence at the bathroom,
I wonder what trouble does loom.
Getting there, I am astonished at what meets my sight,
It gives me such a fright.
It’s Ralph’s bloodied body stabbed by a knife
He had taken his own life.
I burst into tears.
How did I not see this coming after I had been his lecturer for two years?
CHINONSO SAMUEL ONYEBUENYI
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