Enemy of fear, False friend of class.
I wouldn't want to bore you with the banalities of what existed before I met my friend,Selena.
> We grew up together, that kind of growing up that compels you to bond because you were in the same peer group, same neighbourhood and your parents were closer than most besties, their financial status was pretty much in sync so just maybe for these reasons and many more I knew nothing about, their kids went to the same school and that made bonding with Selena easy and far stronger than the bond other kids had . As a kid I was cheerful, oblivious of the later concerns that life springs us, totally free from the pebbles it throws and I gloried in it, The few people I knew made me happy and I was contented, for some reasons I felt a closeness akin to kinship towards Selena way deeper than my siblings, in retrospect I guess it was because with her, there was a free vibe to anything, I could play rough, joke silly, and watch things that in my house had PG21 and above inscribed.with Selena everything was so painless and easy, I could take the sting of candle wax on my skin without a hurtful reaction on my face. Those things, those simple things we shared were beautiful,were beguiling, I felt I could touch the sky when we were together, the thrill of the illicit.
> I remember vividly this one Easter, precisely on a good Friday where the air was as usual different in the neighbourhood I lived in. I remember this especially because I thought since that day existed, we will always be best of friends. I recall clearly how Selena's aunt "small woman" as she was fondly called by family and friends created her Judas and then said 2 us. " this one is for both of you to kill" there was something about the way she said it as if she somehow had managed to infuse breath into the lifeless creation and it made me cringe in terror , the mental identification that I am in a position to kill cowered me, for Christ sake I was only a kid.
> Growing up, our house like every other had its do's and don'ts, but most sacredly it had its abominable don'ts and killing was topmost on that list as my parents didn't see the need to differentiate the killings in the 8th commandments, but this story is not about my house rules and regulations so I refuse to digress.
> Selena noticed instantly that I had recoiled, she saw my fright, how could she not?, the chemistry we had overtime would not permit her not to even when I had adorned my face with a facade of complete bravado, she put her arms around the small of my back and drew me in to her body and we stayed there in a world of our own, she held still as if that was supposed to discard my fears and inhibitions , truth be told it would have, only if she had held me a minute longer but no, she sat me down on a porch that i think existed before my inception, then she told me about the love Jesus Christ has for us and how his father had sent him to come take us all to heaven, 'only for this man' she points @ the lifeless creation of "small woman".
> This man found a way to delay the helicopter that could contain every body and there after killed Jesus, There was something about the way she said it that would make anybody including me believe her story to my teachers. I could see in her face the betrayal of Judas Iscariot to her on a very personal level. I believed her instantly.
> "Gabriel, she continued, we would have been in a part of heaven that is finer than america now, and we would have had anything, a---ny---thing we wanted, and right there I was captured.
> "So u mean I would have gotten my own car" I asked in what I imagine now, The innocent ignorance of a child.
> Selena smiled in my face as if she pitied my lack of knowledge for the simplest thing, after few seconds she said "what is a car"?,
> "You will be flying your own helicopter in the sky".
> Okay, that is it, I was totally mad @ Judas lschariot , how could he have denied me such luxury, such comfort. How? Why? Many of my childhood dreams had me looking down from a helicopter as a central theme, and seeing our house, and me asking my siblings to come out while I throw digestive biscuits and balloons and story books, down for them and they wave at me. Judas inconveniently just would not let that happen. Fuelled with all the anger I had in me, mixed with my frustration, I got the hardest stick, gathered every ounce of strength I had and flogged the judas out of Iscariot. I didn't just flog it to its death, I tore him apart. I destroyed the life in the lifeless creation.
> I look back at that now and laugh so hard. Oh boy!!! Judas would rue the day he betrayed Jesus.
> Dear reader, this is not a story of Judas Iscariot or the role he played in the death of Jesus. It's about the gift of friendship, The gift Selena gave to me that has brought me this far. The gift of seeing fear as the enemy that must be destroyed, She was the first person that made me kill and tear apart my first fears. I now see fear as the dream snatcher and that's how I got this far and it all because of my friend, Selena.
> On a very special day of my life, she couldn't avail herself because she had allowed the vanities of CLASS swallow her, vanities that burnt all the memories to cinders without residual. I will never forget you and I desperately hope you are still the reader you were as i'm hoping against all odds you'll read this some day.
> My name is Gabriel Pepper and if you ever come across this,say hi and let's have that goose bump eliciting friendship again.
NOW:
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> We grew up together, that kind of growing up that compels you to bond because you were in the same peer group, same neighbourhood and your parents were closer than most besties, their financial status was pretty much in sync so just maybe for these reasons and many more I knew nothing about, their kids went to the same school and that made bonding with Selena easy and far stronger than the bond other kids had . As a kid I was cheerful, oblivious of the later concerns that life springs us, totally free from the pebbles it throws and I gloried in it, The few people I knew made me happy and I was contented, for some reasons I felt a closeness akin to kinship towards Selena way deeper than my siblings, in retrospect I guess it was because with her, there was a free vibe to anything, I could play rough, joke silly, and watch things that in my house had PG21 and above inscribed.with Selena everything was so painless and easy, I could take the sting of candle wax on my skin without a hurtful reaction on my face. Those things, those simple things we shared were beautiful,were beguiling, I felt I could touch the sky when we were together, the thrill of the illicit.
> I remember vividly this one Easter, precisely on a good Friday where the air was as usual different in the neighbourhood I lived in. I remember this especially because I thought since that day existed, we will always be best of friends. I recall clearly how Selena's aunt "small woman" as she was fondly called by family and friends created her Judas and then said 2 us. " this one is for both of you to kill" there was something about the way she said it as if she somehow had managed to infuse breath into the lifeless creation and it made me cringe in terror , the mental identification that I am in a position to kill cowered me, for Christ sake I was only a kid.
> Growing up, our house like every other had its do's and don'ts, but most sacredly it had its abominable don'ts and killing was topmost on that list as my parents didn't see the need to differentiate the killings in the 8th commandments, but this story is not about my house rules and regulations so I refuse to digress.
> Selena noticed instantly that I had recoiled, she saw my fright, how could she not?, the chemistry we had overtime would not permit her not to even when I had adorned my face with a facade of complete bravado, she put her arms around the small of my back and drew me in to her body and we stayed there in a world of our own, she held still as if that was supposed to discard my fears and inhibitions , truth be told it would have, only if she had held me a minute longer but no, she sat me down on a porch that i think existed before my inception, then she told me about the love Jesus Christ has for us and how his father had sent him to come take us all to heaven, 'only for this man' she points @ the lifeless creation of "small woman".
> This man found a way to delay the helicopter that could contain every body and there after killed Jesus, There was something about the way she said it that would make anybody including me believe her story to my teachers. I could see in her face the betrayal of Judas Iscariot to her on a very personal level. I believed her instantly.
> "Gabriel, she continued, we would have been in a part of heaven that is finer than america now, and we would have had anything, a---ny---thing we wanted, and right there I was captured.
> "So u mean I would have gotten my own car" I asked in what I imagine now, The innocent ignorance of a child.
> Selena smiled in my face as if she pitied my lack of knowledge for the simplest thing, after few seconds she said "what is a car"?,
> "You will be flying your own helicopter in the sky".
> Okay, that is it, I was totally mad @ Judas lschariot , how could he have denied me such luxury, such comfort. How? Why? Many of my childhood dreams had me looking down from a helicopter as a central theme, and seeing our house, and me asking my siblings to come out while I throw digestive biscuits and balloons and story books, down for them and they wave at me. Judas inconveniently just would not let that happen. Fuelled with all the anger I had in me, mixed with my frustration, I got the hardest stick, gathered every ounce of strength I had and flogged the judas out of Iscariot. I didn't just flog it to its death, I tore him apart. I destroyed the life in the lifeless creation.
> I look back at that now and laugh so hard. Oh boy!!! Judas would rue the day he betrayed Jesus.
> Dear reader, this is not a story of Judas Iscariot or the role he played in the death of Jesus. It's about the gift of friendship, The gift Selena gave to me that has brought me this far. The gift of seeing fear as the enemy that must be destroyed, She was the first person that made me kill and tear apart my first fears. I now see fear as the dream snatcher and that's how I got this far and it all because of my friend, Selena.
> On a very special day of my life, she couldn't avail herself because she had allowed the vanities of CLASS swallow her, vanities that burnt all the memories to cinders without residual. I will never forget you and I desperately hope you are still the reader you were as i'm hoping against all odds you'll read this some day.
> My name is Gabriel Pepper and if you ever come across this,say hi and let's have that goose bump eliciting friendship again.
NOW:
feel free to share if you like it, and please let us know what you think of this guys story.
for more information please join us on twitter @albillsng and feel free to write or send us anything on email with albills.com@gmail.com, or chat us up on whatsapp with 08063465456, for Facebook users join our group with - so you've heard or like our page - billstips
CHANNEL PIN: C0031D251
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