The Africa Insight with DAVID

Someone asked me why I am more in love with the nights more than with mornings and afternoons. She was like “David you like Nights, when it’s dark and quiet”. Yeah. Perhaps, it was because I heard enough noise already in the day. I had seen how the world disintegrates every now and then. I had seen the same old routines, been into the same busy long lines and crowded room. I had seen unhappy faces and some who’s just try to be okay. I had seen enough reflection of myself with other people and all we could give most times were just fake smiles and got-no-choice gestures.

I had tried to drag myself early in the morning to go for my daily activities, forced myself in conversations I wished I could walk away from. I had been into so many circles that made my dreams their target of ridicule. During the days I see myself getting by, fitting my conners on the dark sides I don’t truly belong. I had gathered enough complain I never had the courage to spill. it was during the day I am forced to kill my passion to keep up with my career.

I had seen everything enough under the broad daylight as I grew old. And everything I do seems to always appear clearer. Everyone sees it. Everyone has someone to say about it.

Perhaps, that’s why I am more love with the night because they gave me the times-up, they give me the dismissals. They gave me the silence. They gave me the freedom to be alone. But then, just like me I know every creature yarns for peace.

I might appear strong during the day. But it was actually at night when I allow myself to be weak. it’s during the nights when I could shut away my world from everyone else. I could be fragile. I could lock my door. I could be silent. I could letdown. I could be just another tired soul recharging. I could be myself – the one that only few people could see.

I am in love with the nights because just like the world I am allowed to get tired. I am allowed to rest. I am allowed to be alone with my self. I could shrink like the sun. I could be that jet-black sky with no promising stars. it’s during at night I could recall where I failed, where I went wrong. I could trace my imperfections. I could write something about them until the pain stop hurting.

It’s during at night where I am allowed to to take a break.
So for the next day I could try once more..

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