Dear diary

Dear diary,I met this girl today.A fine, fine girl. She had a dark scar close to her lips, just by the side. It looked like a piece of burnt metal. I liked it. You know I like things like that. I don’t have to explain but you know I just do. She had a nose that gave me the idea that it could raise it’s own pair of eyebrows if it had one. So captivating. Don’t judge me for my taste dear diary. You know me too well already. And the eyes, those eyes going up slowly like they could lift a building up with just a wink and throw it down mercilessly. Yes, her face looked like a carving of Independence-I-dare-you-to-say-it-isn’t, and that ,dear diary is killing. But in the good way…uhm yea, I was attracted to her.

And she was witty! Lawd! That mind could bend water and she could blind you with her smile. Those teeth on point. Uhm yea. On point…


..”.and that’s why a woman should be able to do what she wants with her body…”

You know, I can’t say it felt like cold water all over my back. Maybe like screws being fastened into my back. It felt tense , taut, I couldn’t breathe. No , maybe I am exaggerating. I could. It’s just I liked her.

..”.and so she should abort the child if she wants to. No child should be allowed to come into the world with diseases. That’s selfish of parents to do that.”

You know, dear diary, I am glad to be alive. I am glad we all are, even you, just a piece of paper, but isn’t life pretty? I mean there is hope , isn’t there?

.”..and think of the medical expenses and the care such a child would need. It would ruin the career and life of the couple”

Well, she called it “it”. She had a lovely neck too, dear diary.

…and that is one reason I am for the right to choose what to do with your body. It is her body afterall…

Well, I had to leave, dear diary. Fine girl or not, I cannot. And I will keep looking for my missing rib , dear diary. We will have children. And we will love every broken limb if we have to, we will care for every extra chromosome because life is precious dear diary and no one has the right to end it because of a defect.



Talk talk

  S’il vous plaît? Whatever, Monsieur, we have detonated the rats . The rats ? This country is a crazy country . Now don’t ask me why I am shoving things into the car like a mad man . I did not say Halleluyah this morning . Traffic…
“Move the car !” screams the man .
I want to say “your mothe..” But no . ” S’il vous plaît, Lord Jesus help me. This country is a crazy country .
“Phew!” I sit down , sweat all over . Where are they going to fix the electricity ? Geez ! At work …
“Sir, the documents for the meeting , the one we scheduled for 2pm this afternoon? She stands there waiting .I think the thought ” No, I don’t have groundnuts today” . My private joke. S’il vous plaît…what’s wrong with me ? Lord Jesus help me . The suitcase. Took the wrong documents . This country is a crazy country .. Your mothe..
Okay, calm down. Calm down monsieur me . Calm down because life might end anytime soon and this stress isn’t worth it . This sin of grumbling isn’t worth it .
I smile.
“Yes” I reply . It is well. I take a deep breathe. Lord Jesus , take control and give me grace today

There is a type of tiredness that comes after staying awake for seventeen hours with an overstimulated brain and lots of tea and coffee and bread and a rumbling tommy. So much so that when you try to get excited about peter catching fish and leaving that to become fishers of men, you are like “eh, fish, which fish? Lol” because tiredness has a way of making you laugh. Everything is suddenly funny. But everything is for a reason, even your tiredness. You have learnt much about how reality can be distorted by a tired mind. You have learnt that even emotions can be controlled by a tired mind. You have no excuse to blow up even when almost faint because His grace is sufficient for you even then . So you have learnt to be happy even then, to smile at home and show everyone that a hungry man is not always an angry man even when he feels he deserves to be that

Two in one(The will and love )

I don’t know what better way to tell this story except to start from the beginning. Let me go straight to the point. Today I was asked to die. Yesterday I died, the day before I died too. My art of dying, somedays it’s not perfect, some days a specific thing in me dies.Today…

“No sir” I said to the voice.Not today.

Let me continue with my story. Naturally, I have this thing called “will “. It is inherently mine. I like it a lot. For instance, if i want to go on a journey, i just have to do a little thought circulation and there! my will makes it happen like boom . Except from some distractions from “thy will”,but i digress…

The thing about dying is that I like to resurrect all too eagerly. In this case , resurrection is not a good thing. It is indeed a problem. I should not resurrect after dying to this thing i have explained as “my will ” , but i find out that I do. Each day I wake up with a strong resolve to take over the world and do my will, and the voice keeps saying “die , die , die , to it”. Basically, it asks me to use my will to destruct my will. I know right? But with the Voice all things are possible and the Voice makes it happen, except that today I wasn’t particularly interested.
“how can you ask this?” I asked the Voice. “This is too much to require of me ” I complained to the Voice but some creatures were already chanting “He obeyed, even unto death. Death on a cross. He died to His will.


Last night , I “ate” witch and turned myself into a cat so I could pursue my neighbour. Quite ridiculous isn’t it, considering that I could have just walked out of my house in broad daylight and narrow midnight and chased him. The only problem though is that I don’t know who my neighbor is. From Google, I know that cats can see in the dark as if it were night , erh…sorry, I meant to say, as if it were day. Still doesn’t solve the problem of who my neighbor is or who gave me witch to eat. So I will pause now and give you a minute or none to ponder along with me. Pondering? Okay, take a break, call your friends and hear me out or call your neighbors because who knows my missing neighbor might be amongst yours.

Now back to the matter at hand. I wonder whose hand the matter is in anyway or why it is even in a hand, but if you ask me these questions dear reader, na who i go ask? The matter wey we see so e heavy for mouth…so children, children? Do i hear a yes aunty? Great! Who is your neighbor?

Your neighbor is me smile emoticon you are my neighbor and I am your neighbor but don’t limit yourself. Your neighbors are everywhere. In addition, a neighbor is someone who you love as yourself. Someone you meet frequently or will happen to meet . A neighbor is a strange man or woman as the good samaritan shows by example.The bible says love your neighbor as you love yourself.

Not really,I didn’t “eat witch” but you have realized that now already.

A conversation with conscience

No it’s not really like that. What are you even saying sef? You will drive me crazy one day o! Ah! what is it anyway? What really happened is that I didn’t really hear. You know, this town is very noisy with the traffic and all. The sun shining , it’s difficult to see especially when you are this hungry. Mehn, I am hungry. That person couldn’t have been Edward now ah. Eh, i agree he looked like Edward . The similarity is striking sha, but you know how people just resemble themselves these days. It’s not my fault, you see.

But he waved. He called your name. You know who you saw .

Ah, so? Wait. You don’t believe me? Am I lying now? Moreover I had this important business client in my car. You don’t expect me to stop my car for a hungry looking fellow who I know but might not know. Leave me alone. I said it. You are just here to drive me crazy. Ah! This type of life. What is it sef? You don’t want me to succeed? Is that how I will carry a poor man in my car because. . . Because of what now? I know him . So?


You won’t talk abi? Conscience. Conscience talk now.


Okay. Fine. Everyday you will be talking and talking. Man will not rest again. Okay I did wrong biko. I looked down at a fellow man because I thought I was better. Yes, I saw him and ignored him. Are you happy now? Eh?


I don’t like you o. Like seriously. You don’t let me rest.

Every man has something in him that lets him know right from wrong. It is written in our hearts. Are you listening to yours?