My mind is teeming with multiple thoughts now.
Part of me wants to detach myself from everything and focus on my study.
Other parts is engaging activities like wandering in the land of imagination, desire to have a good laugh by watching funny videos and worst of all, to think that next week is just any ordinary week.
Well, return to reality and the pressing truth is the final exam for the entire SAM starts next Monday.
Today is a Thursday. Now its nightime.
Tomorrow is a Friday, so three more days to go.
And what I am doing right now is browsing whats on the home page of Facebook, punching on the keyboard to complain for my boredom and uttering a silent cry a despair on the prospect of feeling doomed in the exam hall.
I'm aint prepared but stress is preparing to kill me before I even step into the accursed freezing hall, draped in the frost of morning dew.
There am I on an exam morning, struggling to break free from the chains of weariness that locks me in the lying position on the bed.
And there am I sweating off my butt, almost frenzy from the torturing elusive logic that the question presents.
And there am I, looking down from the fourth story without any feeling of vertigo, instead a desire to pull a step forward. (Ok, this one is exaggerated. )
But its like looking into the void of nothingness.
The immeasurable depth and darkness beyond strip you of hopes.

But when I picture what awaits for me in the future.
Of halls, audiences, ovations and the proud look in my parents eyes and the shimmering gold plated prize and the booming of my thank you speech from the gigantic speakers that flank the award hall.
To see this, and comes a boost a motivation and determination and greatness within.
I see life as hope then.
I see God's holding out his shining palm for assistance.
Waiting to give me a pull and thug me out of the endless void.
And to offer me an opportunity to smile again.

Gambateh to myself.