IN THE MIDST OF RELIGIOUS CONSPIRATORS (EPISODE 1)

I met myself in a forest densely populated with a
handful of shelters, but a wide open garden, of
which relevance was unknown to me.
All of a sudden, I saw a plane hovering in the
air. ‘Why’ was unknown to me. Was it on
surveillance duty? How would I know when I
didn’t have the idea of the goings on in my
unknown and sudden environment. As if my inner
thought was heard, I saw some guys whose
identity couldn’t be identified some minutes later.
‘ Who are these?’ was my first question, but I
dare not speak out since I didn’t know what
would happen to me if I did.
Suddenly, these guys started catapulting into the
thin air with a view to bombing the airplane
with their specially made bows and arrows.
Throughout this session, all what I could hear
was a murmur of incoherent sounds anytime they
catapulted.
At the end of the attack, these guys felt
delighted for a successful operation. I was
amazed and dumb-founded…!
I couldn’t even explain how I found myself again
in the midst of some turbaned young children.
Many thoughts ran into my ‘solo-disturbed’ mind.
‘ How old are these small small children?’ i
couldn’t figure it out, but my intuition spoke
silently into my head that they were not older
than 11years. Another question fastly electrified my
bloodstream. ‘ These turbaned children can never
be muslims.’ My inner conclusion was as a result
of the demonic action of the first sect I
witnessed earlier in another part of the vast
terrain. Immediately, I remembered CONSPIRACY
THEORY!
As if there’s a sound recorder planted into my
inner inner soliloquy, another set of people
attacked me from behind. Definitely, I told myself
that this is the end of my sojourn in life.
Without wasting much time, I was thrown in a
cage full of giant pigs.
Hmmm! These pigs were special. I guess they
were trained to torture deviants because natural
pigs can’t behave the way and manner they did.
Infront of the caged garden was a flow of
stream and a perimeter fence raised high.
I needed nobody to tell me that I was in
between two deep seas. Ideas started flowing
into my cerebellum and medulla oblongata on
how I will be successful in my architectural
escapade. I moved up a bit high. I saw
something terrible….