MARIAM ALAYANDE

Fallen Angel, Heed not the call of thy father, Engulfed in the love of flesh, She was worth betraying my father for, Or so I thought, The devil apprehended her, Death: the messenger, Her star-like eyes never gazed upon our son, Our son: a nephilim, A nephilim and a fallen angel, A timed existence, Bloody tears rolling off the shards of my eyes, With my son’s lifeless body in my arms, A forbidden tradegy. FEEDBACKS ARE HIGHLY APPRECIATED. PLEASE DO NOT FORGET TO COMMENT,LIKE ,SHARE AND SUBSCRIBE. THANK YOU VERY MUCH! WRITTEN BY: MARIAM ALAYANDE (IG: ma.temi) ARTWORK BY: ADEFISAYO BADMUS (IG: sir_purely)

The weather that afternoon was as if hell had unleashed on earth, my wife just returned from the market with my 3 year old daughter. I had spent the entire day revising and worrying about my interview at the shell company. I was nervous, I heard only 2 people might get hired amongst thousands applying. I have always been the smart one, the top of the class but that doesn’t count when it comes to getting hired for a job. I pray 5 times daily with extra supplications, I believe God is hearing me but I really need to see his hand in my life. This is the 20th interview I will be going for, all replied with the same 'I'm sorry this,I'm sorry that......" but I can’t lose hope, not now. ‘Daddy Daddy!' My daughter, Fatima said as she jumped into my arms thereby interrupting me from my deep thoughts. ‘Oh my little princess, what did you buy at the market?’ ‘Daddy, I wanted to buy some sweets but mum kept saying 'No it would make you poop', so we only got p...