No-man’s tale

Damilola Afolabi
Jul 10, 2017 · 3 min read

Once upon a time, there lived a young prince filled with a climbing potential to change the world. Due to his parent’s distaste for royalty, they fled the scene to leave alone far far far away.They left all things riches behind in order to start a life of their own.
As a result, the prince was brought up on humble grounds.
He still wanted to changed the world, he wanted to change the world even more.
On that faithful day, he began his quest and his journey led him to distant lands where he met distant people. Some were kind, some were warm, some were blind, some were norm. He was amazed at what he’d found, his curiousity grew and he became more amazed at what he’d find.
So he began searching, searching for meaning, searching for reason, searching increasing to amuse his mind but little did he know that this new path would change his life forever as he had strayed from his path, from his passion, from his dream.

Searched and searched, then found and found. He found amusement at every corner of his search. Life’s very essence was amusing. He laughed and laughed till he felt his rib crack.
Oh! no! my rib cracked!
There and then did it dawn on him that every laughter comes with a price for he has now learned the way of the west and is no more the prince he once were.
his thoughts, endless
his goals, feeble
his mind, broken
his way, lost.

He sought to recover lost times but time wouldn’t let him. He sought to be of more importance but importance wouldn’t let him. He sought to be of good virtue but virtue wouldn't let him, for the way of the west now emblems his heart like a crest in his chest. For he was no more the prince he once was, for he was now no-man.

So he sat and thought, then thought and forgot all the battles he never fought and all he could have been worth. He surrendered to his thoughts…

Now his thought drove him to reality, reality shook hands with theory to show him philosophy who was now his best friend. Philosophy, often jealous of his love for religion clouded his mind to become his guide, his trust, his map.
Philosophy showed him the way of men and told him to do away with them. He said to him ‘they are untrue and they don’t love you’.
He struggled to alter his philosophy but his philosophy altered him. He carried on with his best friends and they gained grounds, till they cane to new ground and they met a new girl.

Yes she was new, for no-man never met a girl like her.
She was blue, she was true, she made him flew and she did too.
New-girl showed no-man love but philosophy told no-man deceit.
No-man was scared of love, so he fought with every sharp edged sword his friend philosophy handed him. He fought and fought and then won.

Yes no-man won the war against love. He was sure he did, till one faithful night. No-man couldn’t sleep, not for the cause of wine, nor the merry of tomorrow’s dream but for the thought of her. Yes her!
And then was the second night and the third and every single night he would think of her.
No-man was confused as he thought he had won the war against love but this, this was more. It grew more as no-man would often drift into thoughts of wishes of times and seasons with her.

No-man was beat, no-man was filled, no-man was hacked, no-man was in love.

Is this another drift away from my path? I have strayed away so much, I can’t afford to waste more time with belittling nitwits!
I have a dream to catch!
; He said.

But then again the thoughts slowly crawled in and he found himself lost in memories of the war, how he struck philosophy’s sword through love’s heart and how love responded with smile, the very smile that haunts him.

I don’t get it. Usually when I throw a punch, man often throws back, but this is different, a smile? and why does it haunt me so much. Is this curiosity or am i spelled?; He said to himself.

“How can I make this go away?”

But it didn’t, it never did, rather it grew and grew and grew on him by tying itself to the very essence of no-man’s life till no-man loved.

No-man loved, and it grew, to be continued…

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