What is life?
Why do we live?
Why are we living?
What do we live for?

What is love?
Why do we love?
Why do we keep loving?
What do we love for?

What is hope?
Why do we hope?
Why do we keep hoping?
What do we hope for?

What is death?
Why do we die?
Why do we keep dying?
What do we die for?

Of all these questions, I know the answers to the last.
The rest are confusing, with so many things attached.

So instead of life, love and hope
I'd rather answer the end, tiredness, space and a big bowl of chicken.
© Naomi Obasi