TwoCents | Shadows of Ambition - by Ayebaibomo Atalawei

In the bustling streets of Lagos' vibrant night,A young Ejiro shone, with a heart full of light.Born to a family, of modest means and might,He rose above the struggles, with a fierce determination in sight. His mother, a tailor, worked tirelessly to provide,While his father, a driver, toiled to keep them alive.Ejiro's dreams of engineering, a beacon to guide,Drove him to study hard, with a passion that would not subside. In the university's halls, he met Nneoma's gentle soul,A psychology major, with a heart that made him whole.Their friendship blossomed, like a rose in the night,A bond of trust and laughter, a love that shone so bright. The campus buzzed, with a vibrant energy and life,A melting pot of cultures, where diversity thrived in strife.The sound of laughter, and music filled the air,As students from all walks, gathered to share. But amidst the joy, a darker presence lurked,A cult group, known as "The Order", with a sinister smirk.They recruited members, with promises of power and might,And Ejiro, with his ambition, was their next target in sight. Dominic, the cult leader, with a charm so smooth and bright,Lured Ejiro in, with whispers of a life, beyond the light.He promised him riches, and a life of ease and fame,And Ejiro, blinded by ambition, fell for the cult's deadly game. The cult's rituals, a dark and twisted delight,Took place in secret, under the cover of night.They practiced mind control, and manipulation, with a skill so fine,And Ejiro, once a bright star, was now a pawn, in their deadly design. Nneoma's warnings, a voice of reason in his ear,Fell on deaf ears, as Ejiro's ambition drew near.The cult's ruthless grasp, a slow and deadly squeeze,Took hold of Ejiro's heart, and brought him to his knees. The final confrontation, a blood-soaked, brutal fray,Took place in a deserted warehouse, on a fateful day.Ejiro, with a gun in hand, faced off against the enemy's line,But in the heat of battle, he took a fatal bullet's design. As he lay dying, surrounded by the cult's cold stare,Ejiro realized too late, the true cost of his loyalty and care.Nneoma's face, a vision of love and pain,Haunted his final moments, a bittersweet refrain. Nneoma's tears, a river of sorrow and pain,Fell like the rain, as she mourned the loss, in vain.The cult, a shadowy force, melted away, like ghosts in the night,Leaving behind a trail, of blood and shattered light. The city, a vast, uncaring machine,Moved on, indifferent, to Ejiro's tragic, fatal scene.But in Nneoma's heart, a memory stayed,Of Ejiro's love, a flame that would not fade. In the silence, Nneoma's whispers echoed through the night,"Ejiro, my love, why did you leave me to this endless fight?"The stars above, a celestial sea,Reflected the tears, that Nneoma shed, for eternity. --- Ladies and gentlemen, please note that the characters and events in this poem are fictional. Let this story serve as a reminder to prioritize your values and relationships. Thank you.

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