Enigmatic confessions

(Disclaimer: Everything is evidently coincidental)
“Stripping at public places may sometimes prove to be humiliating and uncomfortable but at times it can well put you to fame”. To prove it, Akenito Y Awomi takes you for a worthless yet adorning ride in a chariot, drawn by four stallions, and introduces you to sterile people who are officially declared to be of unsound mind.

Being ‘wild’ is not an easy task, as it requires surplus sweat. By ‘wild’, it doesn’t mean of getting yourself engrossed into petty arguments with your neighbour re (concerning) silly reasons. Here, ‘wild’ refers to climbing a razor pole and slide down with exposed body (put a second thought and be afraid). Won’t that be a pretty frightening experience?? That’s for you to decide and have delirium!

Washing hands off like Pilate (A Roman procurator of Judea A.D. 26–36, the final authority concerned in the condemnation and execution of Jesus Christ); let’s rewind ourselves further back to Genesis.

Long before Cain stabbed Abel, involving Swiss knife TM, there existed two shabby couples (no need to mention their names, because if you are still not aware of who they are, then you are rationally a trash) who used to indulge in rapid copulation and… to cut short- that’s how history text book got introduced from primary school till the research study level, where research scholars go bald, memorizing wacky names, dates, instances and places, like “During 11th windy month of 414 BC, one Patlitamala a.k.a Druomdruol defected to Local People’s Front (LPF), in support of Kuimkuzenga, the intended candidate from 69th Akukngkikongam Assembly Constituency.” This must truly be causing ulcer all over your body by now.

In view of that, and to put some plastic smile on your wrinkled face, let us switch the channel on to some bizarre confessions of the aeon. Shall we? You Bolshevik!

There emerges a moment in every one’s life (including atheists), when you are apprehended to belch out (confession, that is) the entire peccadillo you might have committed. That’s the moment when malignant malady grabs your smooth life and insists your jumbled mind to reveal everything (confession, which is).

Few sickening revelations (confession, that is) that are haphazardly mentioned below may at least jostle your obstinate faith. To let it jostle, you must tie a rope in a scaffold and suspend your neck and swing aimlessly reading this scrap.

We as a reporter (actually it should be ‘I’ but for legal reason am mentioning ‘WE’) overhear oodles of conversations, as such we have stories to correspond. In a similar instance, last November we (actually it should be ‘I’ but for legal reason am mentioning ‘WE’) happened to eavesdrop on in a political rally.

Excerpts out of that scoop can be pulled out in grams and kilograms (if you wish) as you navigate your eyes down the line.

One of the senior politician (as every one of them claims seniority-for instance, colouring the goatee with white-if you can understand what I mean) reveled (confessed, that is) that he is getting impetus for the coming general election. For that reason he has been fostering his party men or not party men with some hard legal tenders ever since the commotion about the assembly election pelted on him. Which is true, because each day of the week is a pay day, for the populace of assorted shapes and sizes, who are seen randomly gathered around the senior politician’s metal gate, to fetch their share of liquidity.

We (actually it should be ‘I’ but for legal reason am mentioning ‘WE’) also heard him (senior politician) divulging (confessing, that is) secretly, that for the next election he has beforehand hoarded a group of nomads (goons, that is) to capture the booths!! When I first heard that, I (we reporters) was/were frightened so much so that the movement was impossible, and eventually wetted my (our) pant(s)-if you know what I mean.

Analogous to political confessions, one local students’ union president and his associate also drew closer to be a part of this enigmatic conspiracy (confessions, of course). They confessed like this, “We have decided not to take our own course of action every time a vegetable seller or local butcherer applies some illegal manipulation while tilting the scale”.

Well, that was not even the issue (confession, which is) that I wanted to discuss with you. What I actually wanted to discuss with you was about your personal confession-because as the month of December ceases you’ll be busy framing dreary resolution which in fact you never make a point to follow. Albeit it is dreary, that’s the time of the year where you have a tendency to outwit the previous year’s resolution. In that regard you have to contempt yourself by confessing this way-Oh My Gosh! What a loser I am, I could not perform any of my prior resolution, I don’t deserve to live- Immediately after pronouncing that stance (confession, which is) you pull out some jagged object and puncture your belly.

I guess that’s (Puncturing not confession) enough for you to overshadow the constipation, which has been bothering you since the time you participated in a wedding luncheon.

Afterword:
To conclude, let all those gaseous substances released during the course of puncturing evaporate into thin air. In the meantime let me equip myself with more such confessions and swing back with Spider-man 4, as he returns.