Who am I really? (The finale)
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The void was back. I had felt light for a while. The gloom had given me a period of rest or maybe it was Tolu’s steady check up messages. Or did I feel disappointed at his last message? He was right yet I felt upset. “I should not replace God in your life. Like a high that keeps you going and feeling better at the moment. The day I change towards you, then you will be back to being melancholic all the time. Let God be that high.” Not long we were back to the discussion. “Tolu, I feel empty again. I don’t feel like getting up. It feels like a there is a weight I can’t shake off my chest. I have tried watching funny skits but nothing has helped so far.” He sighed on the other end of the phone. “We should see. Tomorrow, recreational ground, 3pm. Don’t keep me waiting.” ************ Tolu walked in a gingerly manner, each step never fully touching the ground. It was almost as if he could hear the groun...