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Posted on July 11, 2022July 11, 2022 by Ozora T Seopa

Who Am I?

I’ve done it again… To this extent, I should be applauded for being the best at screwing up people’s lives. Allow me to introduce myself. I’m pleasant to listen to, but too much of me will destroy your life. I appear as a feeling with the intention of making you excited for the moment. Who am I?

I had a young lady in her late twenties today. Empty is her name. She had been depressed and puzzled about her life for some time. She frequently considers suicide because of being unemployed, not knowing who she is, and living in the shadows. These are a handful of the factors that contribute to her 13th reason. I first came to her out of a desire. “I need a break; I need a smoke,” she thought. “I’m not in the mood to live,” she told me. I spoke with my accomplice, Green Bush. “Sure,” she said as she offered me the calming plant to help our girl. “We’re only taking a break for today,” I tell Empty, hoping to keep her from falling into the trap.

“Empty is one of my favourites. As lifeless as she felt at times, she often wondered if it was all worth it. However, she still wakes up every morning and fights. Though, lately she hasn’t fought much. She spends her time sleeping and fading her days away. In my opinion, she needed to be inspired by life. So, I spoke to Miss Universe, and she did me a favour by letting Empty go out and have a good time. I could see that little girl inside of her getting joyful at the thought of being outside. Finally, she was exploring the moments of life, allowing herself to regain a sense of being. One, two, three… Empty is drinking and gradually becoming happier. As my favourite quote reads, “With every action, there is a reaction.” The girl is lit.

Normally, I don’t feel sorry for my victims, but Empty is an exception. She is incredibly gifted, naturally gorgeous on the inside and out, and born to be a star, but she is unable to recognize this since she was raised to criticize and doubt herself. She was the one who first made me ponder why I had been chosen to carry remorse, sorrow, and disappointment. I never asked to be born into the Negative family and even though I am Romeo, Juliet cannot function without me. Therefore, Positivity needs me to inspire the creators to create. The true meaning of life would not be known by many without me. Who am I?

One thing about Empty, she loves looking and feeling beautiful. Who wouldn’t want to attend a live event with a lover? Having fun and embracing each other because you deserve it. She felt alive at that very point. She felt gorgeous and cherished. She was the happiest I’d ever seen her. Remember, I can and will ruin your life if you have too much of me. She stayed a little longer, met new people with her bae, and moved the party to their home. Little did she know I was waiting for her. The last time I had an encounter with her, she managed to dust herself up and fight. It’s only for a few that I will loosen my grip and perhaps give them their life back. Because I had not seen her for so long, our reunion was therefore sweet and delightful.

Empty dared to never try me, or even sniff me. “I will never,” she swore, but poor girl, everything in this world is designed to introduce you to me through a single drink, because I can take away your pain. The party had turned into a vibe, and she was as high as the sky. Her new buddies had invited me and had powdered up some lines, or better yet, bullets. Curiosity swept in and killed the cat. Empty tried me with a simple question, “How does it feel?” “Would you like to give it a shot?” I offered myself to her.

I could feel her acceptance of the fact that she ignored her intuition as I went up her nose. As I entered her lungs, I could feel her heartbeat shift rhythm. Her shame had quickly faded, and she was truly relishing the moment. It’s not much fun, but here’s a fact: many have taken me and perished. Some are attempting to recover, and only a few are successful in their struggle.

She finally gave me a chance. Oh, how welcoming she was as she tasted the golden egg. We kissed and danced all night. She smiled as I put her to bed. This is where many have fallen, and they always come back for me. I must admit, Empty, on the other hand, persisted through. I started by giving her a headache and causing her eyes to hurt because she is light-sensitive. I came to her with depression. The dark thoughts she had avoided in the previous days all flooded in at once. Her left hip was in discomfort, and she was having difficulty breathing. I brought out all my finest shots, and she handled them like a champ. “Who are you?” she inquired. I sincerely said, “I am you.” Because you are the one who decided to experiment on me. You chose to face me on a path where men have shamelessly died.

She marvelled at me and confidently responded, “I don’t fear you.” “Kill me if you can, but this is not the hill I will die on.” Empty could see herself enslaved to my control. She was frightened off by the thought of me and vowed never to step foot on my threshold again. So, being the kind person that I am, I chose to let her go. She was wise to realise that once you let me in, I am not a part-time hobby. I’ll slowly eat you alive while I strip your body to the ground. I appear in various forms, so there is truly no escape unless you conquer yourself, which unfortunately, not many can. After all, those I have let go may attest to my generosity…I was created to be a distraction for your body from being entuned with your soul.

Many will put me to bad use and believe I was meant to stay, but little do they know that my creator designed me to quench the flash. Being referred to as a “condition” is an insult; humans should treat me with greater respect and understand that I am not a pastime and that you will encounter me in different ways at some point. Before you know it, I’ll be dancing in your shadow of poor decisions. Many people have died for me, and many more will succumb to my spell. As desirable as I am, only a few have parted ways with me and have not summoned me back. So, for the last time, I will ask you who I am, and even though drugs might steal my shine, I am not her, for I come as a feeling.

Thank you for taking the time to read Who Am I? I’ve noticed that the majority of views occur on weekdays, so I’ll be updating every Monday from now on. Stay tuned for more stories and content. If you haven’t already, please subscribe, like, and comment on the posts. I’m excited to hear your opinions on Who Am I and any other stories from Aquarius Man and many more. Thank you for your support, and let’s get reading 🙂

Posted on August 29, 2021April 6, 2022 by Ozora T Seopa · 2 Comments

Cool Kids ;)

What’s this?

It’s 2 p.m., and I’ve just finished posting my first story! This is insane, I’m now a blogger. As you can see, I’m enthusiastic, which explains why I couldn’t sleep on Friday evening. Anyway, it was not a total disaster because I was able to write and get some beauty sleep on Saturday afternoon.

I hope you’re having a lovely Sunday so far, and before I get started, make sure you have a cup of tea. That is, if you are a tea fanatic like me. If not, I’m good with whatever soothes your spirit as long as you’re happy.

Have you ever considered who you are as a person? Do you ever sit back and consider why you do the things you do? Well, I’ve recently learned the value of self-reflection. To be honest, taking time for myself assisted me in falling in love with the woman I am now. It may have taken me a good twenty-four years to be completely happy, but if I had the chance to rewrite my tale. There isn’t a single thing I would change. Because I learnt that every decision we make leads to a new experience, and all those bad decisions I made as a youngster led me to having days of joy.

I believe I’ve always been a cool kid. Everyone I’ve met seems to appreciate my vibe, and I know a lot of people, but that’s because I moved around with my mother, and I enjoy meeting new people. I suppose you could say I’m well-known. It’s safe to say that almost everyone has met the cheerful, noisy, humorous, risk-taker, party-loving gal. I’m not going to lie, groove is enjoyable. I love how every time I go out, I get to dress up and look pretty for the night and pretend to be the dancing queen.

But here’s the thing: people don’t know me at all. Yes, they have some knowledge of me. You see, much like a color, I come in a variety of tints. My heart can become stone cold black on occasion, but only if someone has done me wrong. If I notice you disturbing my serenity, I will immediately cut you off. On occasion, however, I am as luminous as the sun setting on a Sunday afternoon. Those are the days I enjoy being alive, and if I’m lucky, those are the days I’ll have met someone with whom I can share that part of me. I’m not kidding when I say my love is as deep as a river.

Even still, the fact that I didn’t love myself all these times still hurts. I couldn’t accept myself. I felt as though my nature was too gentle, and I wished I could be more selfish, oblivious to the fact that the world needed more humans like me. It took a lot of tears and wounds for me to see my own worth. Believe it or not, I was a nervous wreck. Don’t get me wrong: I’m still terrified and anxious, but remember that self-reflection I stated earlier? Accepting oneself is a necessity.

Thus, it is certain I can be insecure at times, and I have a problem with abandonment. Indeed, I am constantly overly attached and put my heart on my sleeve in every situation. So, when I am depressed for no apparent reason or don’t want to be alive on that day. I lie down and pay attention to my own heartbeat. I allow myself to cry and I allow myself to feel if I want to be unavailable that day. Let me start by saying that I love sleep, therefore when I’m sluggish, I sleep.

Undoubtedly, there are times when I have no idea what to say to God. I mean, I’ll want to talk to him, but I’ll be frustrated because I won’t be able to physically hear him or feel his touch. However, I take it as it comes. Knowing who God is and having a connection with him are two completely different things, and ever since I’ve been aware of this. I’ve discovered that I’m in love with God, and it’s because of that love that I’ve learned acceptance. I found accountability because of that love. I met kindness as a result of that love. Because of that love, I can love myself.

You may have a problem with cool kids, but keep in mind that we are all human beings trying to figure out what life is all about. Nobody knows what happens when we die, but we can all agree that finding the strength to get up and work every day is difficult. Because, while we all have ideas about how we want our lives to be, in the end, this life we are living is a borrowed one, and we will meet our creator someday. In the meantime, now that I’ve identified myself. I promise to try my hardest every day when I get up. I believe I will be able to handle, as long as God is with me.

With that said, it is critical to be kind to one another; rather than competing, let’s talk to one another. Let me hear why you woke up on the wrong side of bed today. Tell me why you’re having trouble mending from your heartbreak. Sometimes all one needs is someone to listen to them, which isn’t difficult. So, if there’s one thing you should take away from this, it’s that everything will work out in the end. Allow yourself to consider the possibilities.

Thank You.

Posted on August 29, 2021April 6, 2022 by Ozora T Seopa · 10 Comments

Announcement

Olaa 🙂

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It’s critical to understand that I’ll be writing about practically everything. From an uneasy subject to a deeply felt one. The goal is for me to provoke feelings and thoughts in you, encouraging you to have dialogues you did not even know you needed to have. On the other hand, I recognize that not everyone is ready for it, and that some people may be uncomfortable discussing certain things. With that said, before you subscribe, please consider whether you are ready. Don’t worry if this is not the case. I’ll still be here if you need me. It is past time for our generation to have deep and meaningful conversation with one another. I’m hoping that by being that change, you’ll be inspired to join me in living your truth as well.

Second, before commencing on Ozora’s Blog, I would prefer readers be over the age of 18. My writing will contain explicit content, please consider this is as a parental notice.

With that said, it is critical that you comprehend Ozora’s Blog completely. Every Sunday at 2 p.m., harare +2, I will post. However, if I have any announcements, I shall post them hours before the official post, as I did with this one. In order to build enthusiasm for the story, I’ll be sharing teasers on my social media sites. Music, photographs, and videos will be put on my stories as a tease, so make sure to follow me on all my accounts to truly enjoy being a part of this journey.

There will be a pattern to how I post, and I’ll make sure to include categories to make things easier, such as Announcements, which I just addressed. Author, which will be stories about me and Narrator’s Stories will be fictional stories told in episodes. Depending on the theme, episodes can last up to three Sundays or longer. Make sure you’re following along with the stories to avoid becoming confused about the plots and characters.

I’d like to express my heartfelt gratitude for all your love and support. It’s only been one day since I created Ozora’s Blog, but I’ve already received tremendous support from everyone. I am honored and blessed to have you by my side, and words alone cannot express how grateful I am. I’ll be sure to let you know if I ever feel the need to take a break since I occasionally pause for a second and take a deep breath. Let’s have some fun with it in the meantime.

I will see you soon

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