It is a cold night here. It has been since the break of day and in a way, it is enjoyable. It is by far better than the merciless heat that will descend on us come October in this part of the African world. I am not looking forward to it.

With unstable weather comes different strange thought like the one in my head right now.

If you are Christian or not, you will have sung or must have heard a song with the lyrics” I will never go back to Egypt, the land of sorrows, I will never go back to it…” And it goes on with many beautiful words.

So, while this song was playing in my head over and over again till it found its way to my mouth and I started singing it out loud, I began to wonder.

The people of Egypt, the very current generation, how do they feel? Imagine someone calling your father’s land, your nation that you pride in, your beloved country that you will probably die for a land of sorrows😬😬?

I am Nigerian and there are so many things going on in this country that makes me want to run from it. Yes, I would laugh, tease and mock our government and country as loud and bold as I dim fit but if someone else does that, worse, calling it a land of sorrows, I would not be cool with it.

Tell me, how would you feel? I will like to know.🙊🙊

I know, I know. I became a ghost and disappeared on you all. Hopefully, I am back and will not disappear on myself or you all ever again.

Thanks for being in my space by the way😊🥰😍.

So, for some of you, seeing Scorpions is a usual thing. It’s like seeing spiders, ants, cockroaches and the rest of the popular family of arthropods if there are any but for me, it’s not.

It was a wish at some point. You know when you wish or crave to get something spicy and hot when you have got a cold? Yeah, you get right? I badly wanted to see one. I had seen them in books, on the television and on the internet but that wasn’t enough.

What was even more frustrating was that my neighbors were constantly stung by this insect. One of the families in my compound was their favorite. They would find them in their bedrooms, at the front of their house, and yes, most times they stung them before they saw them. My neighbor would always ensure to grind them with her foot to death with plenty of colorful curses before she goes to get treated. They were our enemies and I wanted to see these enemies. My eyes craved for them.

One day, when I was beginning to accept my faith of not ever seeing them in unplanned reality, I stumbled on one. I was just walking carelessly at night and swinging my already dimmed torch light in the compound when my neighbor screamed 🙀. My brain of course reacted by sending a message to my body to jerk in fear and boy, did I.

Alas, it was the creation that I was longing to see that was in my very before ready to swing at me with its poisoned tail.

I flashed my light at it from a distance and grinned like a baby eating solid food for the first time and discovering the sweetness, lol. My eyes have met its food. But I had to kill it or someone else was going to satisfy its desire to cause havoc.

Ever craved to see something? Have you seen it? How did you feel🤔? Tell me, I will like to know and fan girl💃 about it with you.