ANGER

Before I say anything, here’s a SHOUTOUT!!! to a special friend whose birthday was yesterday MISS ODITA FAVOUR, she’s been a huge supporter of my blog and there’s no better way to show my appreciation. God bless you and prolong your years. Anger! Anger! Anger!, I’ve typed it too much that I think that’s not how the word is being spelt. This wasn’t the post for today but something came up and things had to take a different turn.

Well, I always check myself to avoid getting angry in situations, no matter how difficult it can be. I think I should say to avoid talking because when the heart is bitter, the words that come out of the mouth, you end up regretting most of the times. Eventually, after a good while, I let myself get angry at a very close friend today and this post is dedicated specially to her but for the sake of everybody. There are better ways to handle a situation than to get ANGRY.

ANGER

Breathing In breathing out…waking up to what I thought was betrayal…the hurt was the only heartbeat I felt..straight from my chest…caging my tears …yes that seemed to work but they were been converted into rage….what was wrong with me…too many emotions rushing in at the same time…too many feelings struggling for me to Grant them an audience…yes I was the judge but I was also the accused…of all the feelings..the positive and negative…I picked a sub-title…I picked the immediate action I wanted to exert on my offender…the constitution was far away from my minds eye but just right in front of me…looking straight into my face but I chose to look else where..I found joy-painful solace looking at my offender in the box…and that was how the outpouring started…almost like it was process..a procedure..infact call it whatever…there was no going back…I had given her an audience…and yes I was the one who called the shots…but I stood there…captivated by her words and encapsulated by the tone of her voice…only after the melo-drama did I start to feel sorry…forgive me for I may I have told a lie …yes I was the supposed judge but I wasn’t my offender..you were my offender…and I put you in that same box…never glancing at the constitution I wrote with my very own hands…I let myself into the wild..I gave myself the audience to say all those things…yes in the normal it was your fault but I choose to take the blame…no matter how annoying and painful a situation can be…there’s always a better approach …and we all have that choice…but sometimes.. to lash out the rage is our immediate desire and to joy In the satisfaction …nothing sounds better…never the less…the glory and light in the after-math we always never seem to comprehend because it doesnt exist…it breaks friendships…it destroys homes…it consumes relationships…and in the end…of what use…to bask in our empty pride and feel the internal whip and continuous strokes of our caused damages…it’s your anger…its my anger…and if helped could be channelled to something better…with this I had already given myself a new challenge…what? An outer voice seemed to ask…in reply I said..trying not to get angry at what you just said..with this I laughed and exited my court room