The great Mother Teresa once said, "Let us meet each other with smile, for the smile is the beginning of love." The girl who sells in a small kiosk close to our school has been eye-balling me for weeks and I have been ignoring her too for weeks, hoping in her own time or reason she would consider how inappropriate all her gestures were.
The girl who sells with a smiling face in the school canteen is the same girl that sells in a small kiosk. Today, I stared at her and returned her smile back. Trying to follow the wise words of Mother Teresa, I drew a hand of friendship, stretching my hands towards her. She laughed and looked at me not in a class-stalker way, or in hearty-crazy kind of way but in a way that makes me feel so uncomfortable.
"How are you?" She said.
"I am fine," I replied then added, "and you?"
"If I told you that I wasn't really feeling good would you take good care of me?" She asked, not smiling or flashing her eyelids.
"It depends o
Apart from the fact that British footballer, Ian Wright was born today, there was also something special about the third day of November. It was sunday. The day the “Holy Bible said God rested after creating the world in a period of six days. I try not to imagine the normal seven days I know: Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday and Sunday. It is insane if you try to imagine that.I was raised to accept that God rested on the seventh day and it was expected from us(Christians) to go to church on the last day of the week. That was when I was a Christian, still followed Mum to church and ignore Dad's atheist comments. It was not until I was seven did I know that the last day of the week was not sunday but saturday. People who go to church on saturdays are they the ones who are right? And those who go to church on sundays are they the ones who are wrong?It has been more than a year since I last stepped foot on any church. Before you start ju
So today I am not going to be talking about my life because I believe there are a lot of things everyone of you that is reading this journal has learnt about me. Instead, I want to tell the story of a guy named Jack. He was the senior prefect in my former school in Port-Harcourt. In this story, I am going to be the sole narrator and whatever I say is authentic and not falsified. I would like you to pay attention to this wonderful tale of Jack. I am aware that it may not be any of the things that have happened to me but this story is important. Jack's story is important because I am a part of it. I am part of it in a very little way that you may not be able to notice but I am.Jack has had a lot of girlfriends since his rise to greatness in my former school in Port-Harcourt. He has had the classy girls, the rich girls with fake Gucci watches and flamboyant styles. The nerdy or less popular girls have never been left out in his taste to explore womanhood and of course most of his quest t
I looked up cautiously as I studied the tree close to a swamp. It was hard like a palm tree. It was a palm tree.Goodness stood close to me holding a book and a pen in his hand. Dirt and blood covered his innocent hands. His dark brown eyes burned with triumph as he showed me the lizard he had captured and killed. I stood up slowly and told him to get the arboreal creature out of my sight.Goodness held his hand out for me to take it. I rejected it."We are supposed to be studying trees not killing lizards," I informed him."There is no harm in tormenting the creatures that God has given us dominion over," Goodness replied."I am not touching that lizard no matter what you say or do to me.""And I won't force you to do anything you don't want to do."I raised a shaky arm up as I made attempts to get the attention of my geography teacher. We were on a school excursion to a forest zone in Enugu because it was necessary for our und
Today was the one of the weirdest day of my life. I just woke up and found out that I was still alive after finding myself in a very bad situation in a dream that I couldn't understand.In my dream, I was standing on top of a rock, raising my hands like a general who was preparing to lead a great army to a large battle that he was sure he wouldn't lose. I did not stand on the top of the rock for long when I found myself on the top of a mountain. If I wasn't a well educated human being, I would have easily said the mountain was Mount Everest because of the height above the ground. The mountain was so huge that I was afraid I would fall at any moment but I didn't fall. I stood on top of the mountain for a while until I heard the sound of a trumpet coming from nowhere. The sound continued for long until I yelled at whoever that was trying to get me scared to stop what he or she was doing. Before I knew what was happening to me, I found myself in a thick forest with trees of diff
Our end of term exams were fast approaching and every single person in my class was preparing so hard to make good grades before going for vacation and enjoying the Christmas holiday. The third period we had today on our timetable was an English class and we were required to write an essay about life shortly after our teacher wrote the topic of the essay on the white board and faced the class."You are going to write an essay about the life of a child in a country like Nigeria and I will use it to grade your second assessment for the term," my English teacher said. She was an unmarried woman in her mid-forties."How many minutes do we have to come up with that piece?" Goodness asked."You have thirty minutes," my English teacher replied and checked her wristwatch. "Your time starts now."In the next twenty minutes I was done with my essay. I revised it several times before standing up from my desk and submitting it to her."Read what you wrot
I got a zero score for an essay I worked very hard to write and it still doesn't make sense to me. Was my English teacher pissed at me for quoting Mandela's words on a philosophy well cherished by South Africans and the world at large? I stumbled across the “Ubuntu” philosophy online some days ago when I was looking for African philosophies that has changed the world. The philosophy I wrote for my essay was one of them and I am not pleased to know that I got nothing out of my efforts. Was my essay out of context? Did it not tell the story of a child in a decent manner that you wouldn't deny appreciating? I don't know if I should meet my English teacher and request for s change of score. As far as I am concerned, if my test score in English is left the way it is, I would definitely have a hard time passing the subject this term and since our exams were yet to begin until next week monday, I still have a week and a day to prove to my teacher that I was worth more than a ze
Dawn always comes with a reminder that a new day is about to begin. The bizarre feeling of thinking about something that you couldn't remember clearly when you wake up from a deep sleep gnawed my mind before I was able to stand up today and deal with my own internal torments."I hope you have prepared for your exams today? I want you to be the best student in your class by the end of this term," Uncle Max said, folding my school uniform."I will try my best to make you proud although it may not be easy because I have tough competition in that school and my grades in tests have not really been good," I said, trying to place the mathematics textbook I studied the previous night on my reading table."This is not about you trying hard or not trying hard at all. This is about you making the top spot in your class," Uncle Max poked a finger at my face."How do I pass an exam if I don't try hard, Uncle Max?" I asked."Like I said, I don't care
It has almost been a month since I had my first conversation with the girl who sells at the kiosk. The girl who I ran away from with the help of an Ice cream van. The girl whose name is Delaney. We have been keeping in touch for sometime now. Texting each other through our phones and expressing our love for each other in an integrated way. First of all, I have never considered dating anyone in my entire life but with everything changing in the vast world, I gave dating a lot of thoughts and I had her in mind. Though, Delaney was not from a rich family like I was and she didn't go to school like I did, I still liked her. I liked her because of the way she saw life and thr way she took control of every situation that came her wayShe was patient and hard-working. She was sweet and nice. She was also trying her best to cope with the stress that comes with making money and looking for quality education at the same time. It is not easy for someone to live the kind of life she was