If the idea of stoning another human being to death for reasons whatsoever doesn’t make you flinch, then you, my dear, are not normal.
You should be stoned.
By your own
Perhaps your mother
With the same LOVE
With which she brought you into this [wicked] world.
Let her snuff the life out of you with every fibre of her being – the same which you held on to, for dear life.
And while you watch every lone strand of your miserable life leave you, reach out for her loving arms – the same arms that rocked your cradle.
Search her eyes for her undying love – that which she has always protected you with. That which is not held on to by human vows or promises. That which Mother Nature gave her from the moment your heart took its first beat.
Let her look back into your eyes and watch your heart take its last beat.
Let her watch as every drop of your miserable life falls back to earth.
And when she is done, let her hold your battered body to her bosom.
Let her look up to the skies, and in her endless pain, let her smile to the heavens for taking you away.
Above all, for the rest of her life, let her be thankful that you have been forgotten…
Because YOU, my dear, were NEVER normal.
Written by Leslie I. Oduah