For a while now, I'd been complaining to everyone who cared to listen, of my writer's block- how I've had no motivation to write at all. Yesterday, after a series of similar sad stories in the past months, the story of my friend losing his friend to a sad death broke the ice. I wrote this to help with some of my heart's tension. Life is fickle Its uncertainties sweep me off my feet in recent times, more than I have anticipated. Lately, I've been contemplating ‘the end’ more than I'd like Before now, I used to think that I was unafraid of the inevitability of death. If dying means going back home Home where I won't have to drag my feet to wake up mandatorily at 6am to pray and go on to make breakfast/lunch for my working class parents and little sister Home, where I can sleep for hours in the daytime uninterrupted by people or headaches from the heat Before now, I'd accepted death as what it is, ‘inevitable’ Lately, I find that I'm getting more th...