{"id":2585,"date":"2021-03-24T17:38:59","date_gmt":"2021-03-24T14:38:59","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/theinvolvement.wordpress.com\/?p=2585"},"modified":"2021-03-24T17:38:59","modified_gmt":"2021-03-24T14:38:59","slug":"shhh-listen","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/invo.nyarango.me\/index.php\/2021\/03\/24\/shhh-listen\/","title":{"rendered":"SHHH&#8230;.LISTEN!"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><strong>By Daniel Nyaga<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><strong> (<\/strong><a rel=\"noreferrer noopener\" target=\"_blank\" href=\"mailto:danielnyaga.dn@gmail.com\"><strong>danielnyaga.dn@gmail.com<\/strong><\/a><strong>)<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><strong>Thumbnail Photo Courtesy of citylifephilly.com<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">It\u2019s been four hours since I retired to bed. Why can\u2019t I sleep? I am exhausted\u2026 engulfed by the endless thoughts running through my mind. I should be knocked out by now. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">TRUST! That word pops up in my mind again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u201cHello friend, why don\u2019t you come around often?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u201cI am always here watching your every move. I don\u2019t say much but I speak when I have to do so. If you pay attention you will always hear me. However, I need you to do something for me.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u201cWhat\u2019s that?\u201d I ask.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u201cI need you to TRUST.\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">With that, I snap back to reality. I find myself wondering, \u201cWho was talking to me?\u201d I should probably get some sleep.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">As I turn and shut my eyes, I find myself sitting in a room. There\u2019s a child curled up in the corner.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"> It is adorned with torn clothes and blood is dripping from its hands. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Fixated on the wall, it seems to be writing something. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">As I attempt to see what it\u2019s writing, my attention gets shifted to the other side of the room.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">A man is sitting in the opposite corner. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">He is broad\u2013shouldered and has a charming smile. His brown almond-shaped eyes illuminate the room. \u201cWhere did he come from?\u201d I wonder.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">My train of thought gets interrupted as I notice something. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">The man sitting in the corner has stood up. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">His charming smile has now turned into a blank cold stare as he approaches the child with a gun in his hands. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I try to raise an alarm but I get no reaction from the child or the man. Can\u2019t they hear me? Am I invisible? Why are they not reacting to me?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">As the man gets closer, the child turns and I see something scribbled on the wall with its bloody hands.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"> I squint to read the words; they are not only perplexing but also as vivid as the ink used to pen them. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u201cWhen silence can only come through peace, when fear grips like a baby holding the mother&#8217;s thumb, savor it but above all TRUST!\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>By Daniel Nyaga (danielnyaga.dn@gmail.com) Thumbnail Photo Courtesy of citylifephilly.com It\u2019s been four hours since I retired to bed. Why can\u2019t I sleep? I am exhausted\u2026 engulfed by the endless thoughts running through my mind. I should be knocked out by now. TRUST! That word pops up in my mind again. \u201cHello friend, why don\u2019t you [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":2591,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[62,46],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2585","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-fiction","category-poems"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/invo.nyarango.me\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2585","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/invo.nyarango.me\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/invo.nyarango.me\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/invo.nyarango.me\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/invo.nyarango.me\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2585"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/invo.nyarango.me\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2585\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/invo.nyarango.me\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2585"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/invo.nyarango.me\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2585"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/invo.nyarango.me\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2585"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}