I have been reminded that my humanity was forged in the dwellings of heaven but for what purpose am I an inhabitant of this severe and cruel world?
As the thoughts of my mind and body unfold, my human conceptions become heightened. In that moment, I witness the forces of the universe become my rival. Friend after friend, enemy after enemy and nemesis after nemesis. I think to myself, what evil would become of my existence?
I watch myself grown into the perversion of my own once sane humanity. That which I inherently possessed has become the frailty of my invented mind.
I plead with thee that owns my being to release me of this unending spell but I am rendered an incandescent silence. The intense peace of my creator is the source of my appealing shadow as it prompts the acceptance of my twisted sanity. With such deceit I have become the king of my own damnation and infinite deception. Afterwards, it would irk my senses that despite my scornful quests and undoubtedly remarkable journeys, I shall someday become consigned to oblivion.
But in that moment, the universe shall already become home to destruction and utter obliteration. And it shall dawn on me that: By dust was I forged and by dust I shall return.
Written by: Ibidunni Damilola
Photographer: Fawaz Lawal
Models: Imran Ibidunni and Wura Kayode