My good friend despair disguised herself and took on a new identity. She introduced herself as a newborn baby named unconditional love gently wrapped in fluffy butterfly blankets. She knew that she would be worshipped and adored by all and that anyone would give anything just to experience her mesmerizing presence. It was my turn to hold the baby. I accepted this heaven-sent gift with shaky arms and an even greater fear of losing her. I nurtured her and did everything I could to suppress the fear of hurting her and to ignore the question: “what will happen when she leaves?” I became paranoid and obsessed with keeping you away from all harm. I stopped feeding you because I feared that you would outgrow the little box I kept you in. I suffocated you because I feared that someone would hear you cry and take you away from me. I neglected you so that I would not feel attached to you. And before I knew it, the day finally came where I no longer had to cover your mouth because you could not cry anymore. I did not have to neglect you because you were not there anymore. Just like that… I had become a murderer and your fateful facade was revealed to the whole world. I took a sigh of relief because I instantly recognized you and that was when I remembered that you had pulled this trick a thousand times before Same old, same old different -Azwikonisaho Ramavhuya