Hands
Chapter 1 I watched an episode of breaking bad where a man was dissolved in hydrofloric acid. I watched as his existence was wiped from history. No evidence of him existed except in the faulty memory of men. It was beautiful. If I am ever killed it will be by my own hands. Death grip with hands around my neck squeezing till the lights turn dim and dim turned darkness into forever. Fingers pulling trigger as words escape guns and bullets are left speechless. Wrists slashed and blood pouring out like ink into the bathtub, writing love stories that end with that girl falling in love with that guy who has just months to live. Or that guy falling in love with that guy,knowing very well that this is Ghana and their love will cost them their lifes. What is Love if not death played out in slow motion, no end in sight and no plot to discern. A rope strung around the ceiling fan. Will that work. Am I strong enough to lift this 110kg of flesh plus the extra weight of the world on ...