Wednesday, 17 February 2010

Through the eyes of a child

Time raced on.
Speckles of guilt danced lightly on his young face as his heartbeat synced with the pacy movement of time, creating a rhythm that nagged forever. His fattened thighs shivered under the weight of the cross he had chosen to bear and for the first time in a long while, his religious walls seemed to be crumbling.

He shut his eyes, immersing himself in the shadows of his religious fanaticism and shutting off the radar of emotions and reasoning that were beginning to cloud his thoughts. His mind raced back to the mountainous Shabwah province where he had met with divinity and like ‘Moses’ returned with a sacred mission – anti-western in every essence. There, he sucked from the breast of fanatics who fanned the ember of hatred, branded in religious hegemony and made men mobile explosives. There, he lost his humanity.

He felt warm.
His virgin mind plunged into sexual ecstasy, awakening the hardened phallus from his twenty-one year slumber. It roared and stretched its rusty muscles like a wrestler threatening an opponent, wishing to plunge just once into the deep waters of 'Vaginia' but … he was enroute Detroit.

He felt a tap on his shoulder.
Those large innocent eyes opened to meet the friendly gaze of an air-hostess, handing him a glass of juice. He lowered his gazed quickly like a child, cautioned by his parent not to look on fair maidens. He shook his head in disapproval at the startled hostess who moved on to the next seat.

Relieved, he reclined.
A feeling of self-righteousness glowed on his face as his mind wandered to the array of virgins that await him on the other side. In the same instance, death knell beeped, stirring the horror that is to come. Remorse flushed through his face and thick balls of sweat formed a ring on his forehead. No doubt, the time is near and his time is short.

Tears trickled.
He saw his mother’s face and the tears trickled more. He had not spoken to her in four months and as he walked through life’s final path; he wished he had called if only to hear her voice. More tears trickled.

He felt a nudge and turned to see a little girl holding out a white handkerchief. Puzzled, he looked at the girl’s mother who smiled in approval. With trembling hands, he accepted the gift with a smile.

His heart quaked.
For a minute, his humanity clashed with his religious values. For the first time in several years, he saw his true reflection in the mirror. He saw the monster religion had made of him. In the eyes of that little girl, he had seen what true religion should be. Angry, he reached for the detonator. Turned to the little girl sitting quietly on her mother’s lap and said with a smile,

“Thank you”.

He walked up to one of the air hostesses and whispered into her ears.

“I’ve got a bomb strapped in -between my balls that would go off in 15 minutes. I must get it off now. I don’t want anyone to die!”

He pulled down his trousers to reveal an explosive device sewn to his underwear. She raised alarm.

As they bundled him away, he waved at the little girl who smiled and waved in return. No doubt, he had seen the world through the eyes of a child and life for him would never be the same again.


Jaycee said...

Wow. I'm blown away by this. The innocence of a child can definitely bring one adult back to his senses.

StandTall-The Activist said...

Think you are simply telling us how Mutallab changed his mind

Tisha said...

This is absolutely ...
not sure what to say
but am glad the child's innocence
saved the whole plane.

and the guy smiled for probably
the first time in his life.

I used to see life through the eyes of a child, now i see life through the eyes of God

both can make my heart stop
for a fraction of a second

Jide Salu said...

You sure know how to express your feelings in such a way as to attract the innocent and provoke the experienced. I shall be back...and it was your comments at my end that brought me here. Thanks once again for those profound words...thanks and God bless you.

Lilian Michael said...

Enjoyed the post. It is good to have you back. Thanks for stopping by.

Femme Lounge said...

whaoh! he must have seen something strong enough to let go of his beliefs. nice post, i enjoyed it

Rayo said...

The eyes of a child . . . . . . . . . nothing on this earth as powerful as it.
You are a wonderful writer. You make me want to read and read and read. How come you don't have Google Connect so i can follow you?

Remi, United Kingdom said...

oh wow!

mizchif said...

iLove the turn of events.

And you're such a brilliant writer too.

yewande said...

Damilola againnnnnnnnnn ....

nice one .

Olufunke said...

You do this beautifuully again.
I enjoyed reading this and thank God for the little girl

Where have you being?

Daylight said...

Lovely writing. Putting yourself in Muttalab's shoes must have taken a lot of imagination. Good job!

doug said...

Lovely. Very creative. The world would be quite loathsome without children.