Life seems to be fair to a lot of people. Life seems to be good to some people. Today, I left home to see birds perch on the bank of a river and I was speculating how they spread their wings while searching for the right flow. It has always been a cognitive content interlacing my childlike brain of how birds reach out to the sky and get instant replies. I have questioned a man once about the beauty of flight. He looked at me, shook his head and told me to ask God.
Well, I want to explain it all so you may not criticize me or condemn me when I speak against God. It irks me to the marrow of my bone and passes through my arteries, capillaries and veins, leaving my lucent heart with draggled nets hanging to the tide of my belly when I think about how people react when I say I am not a Christian.
I can recall mildly, when I was questioned on this subject at church. I cannot deny how annoyed I was when the girl accused me of sacred treason. To accuse me of treaso
"Perer," Mrs. Uju said, shifting her gaze, and considering her words carefully, "you know today is the day you are you going to be delivered from whatever evil spirit that is bothering you. We have talked about this several times and we have agreed you are going to receive deliverance. Or do you have something else to say?""To be perfectly honest with you, ma, I am not familiar with deliverances at all, and I didn't agree to get delivered today because there is absolutely nothing wrong with me," I earnestly confessed.Mrs. Uju sighed and acted as if she wanted to pluck all the hairs on her head at once. There were some glances between me, her, and Vine who nodded in support of her mother."Very well, then," Mrs. Uju said, watching my eyes as she spoke. "I will have to inform your aunt if you refuse to obey me.""I am not going anywhere.""You don't give orders in my own house, Perer. Do you know I am capable of throwing you into the streets withou
I reached Jane's apartment before it was 12pm. I didn't know what else to do after Mrs. Uju chased me out of her house."Who is that?" Jane asked as she turned the door knob at the opposite end."Perer," I said."Come inside."I moved silently and quickly towards the couch and waited to see what would happen. The sitting room light came on, blindingly bright; I blinked as I sat tensed."Are you sure you are alright, Perer?" Jane asked."I am fine," I lied.Jane stood steps away from me, covering her breasts with both hands. She was wearing a tank top and a plain white skirt. I knew she was worried about my sudden visit so was I."Can I get you something to drink?" She asked, wondering if she had made the best approach to get into my thoughts."No, I am fine.""You don't look fine to me," she raised her eyebrows. "What happened to you?"I kept q
The first day of July should bring fresh flowers! Shouldn't it? The first day of July should bring peace! Shouldn't it? The first day of July should bring joy! Shouldn't it?"How was your trip from Lagos to Enugu?" Uncle Max took a coin I had never seen before and tossed it while my eyes circled as I watched it reach its maximum height and fall. He did it twice."It was boring," I said."Why was it boring?" Uncle Max asked."Because I had to sit alone in the back seat with a pregnant woman. She kept on complaining about her stomach as if I was the one that planted it in there."Uncle Max laughed. "Pregnancy is a heavy load to carry. You know she was just reacting to internal disturbances.""I know! Internal disturbances I didn't start. I hate when people bother me with their problems when they can solve it by themselves.""You mean you hate taking care of people's responsibilities?" Uncle Max asked."That is not what I me
I love stories a lot. Do you? Since I have been writing this diary of my life, I have been able to create wonderful stories that has touched both of us deeply. Do you agree? Now, I ask, who doesn’t love a short love story about meeting random people? Especially the very unique ways that people can get connected together without putting much efforts. It is almost more than eight days since I wrote an entry where Uncle Max told me plainly that he had gotten Miss Bisi pregnant. I didn’t give him the best answer he wanted because I did not have much t
It was still morning when I heard that a soccer match which I had been craving to watch would be displayed in a betting shop. Bet9ja was the name of the betting shop! I thought for a while if there was a need of going to watch it and of course, there was a need. As a partial loner, I have always adored soccer games to any kind of game. I recall when some folks talked about this when I was younger. All I could say back then was how stupid they would be to prefer a soccer game over a movie. Not until I became a grown child did I discover it was more interesting than I had imagined. Sometimes, it sticks to my mind when I think of what some of my friends and family members would say about my choice of preferring soccer to any cartoon or movie. But, however, I am me and keeping up with what I do is making people understand I will keep being me and me forever.In accordance to what some fans would always yell, "wear our club jersey," I picked up a red jersey and wore it. I sa
One of the fastest ways to commit suicide is to accept the moment, time taken and procedures involved in being a part of it. When you have done that, you feel a sense of freedom for a while, a month, up to a year. In the end, you realize you are not dead but have been dead a long time ago."I think a gun and a bullet is enough," Henry corrected. He had decided to visit me today from wherever he was staying."That is too much pain for me to bear," I replied."I don't know if it is painful, but it sure is fast. The problem isn't about shooting yourself, the problem is to get hold of a gun. Once you get hold of it, then it is perfect. At least for me."I laughed."Why do we feel the need to die?" I asked."Maybe because we easily get tired of living our old life over and over again.""So, it is a cycle? An unending cycle that holds on to us for eternity?"It was Henry turn to laugh and he laughed well."There is a wom
Inside the room, I was welcomed by the buzz of an air-conditioner. The floor was covered with a rich black rug, and in the middle of the room was a massive couch on which two pairs of pillows were propped up in an orderly manner. By the far wall stood a plasma television slightly above a refrigerator. The room was cold so was my skin."Hello!" I said to no one in particular. For a moment it looked like I was not going to get a reply until I heard driblets of water coming from the bathroom."Sit down," a voice from the bathroom said. It was the woman Henry had set me up with. "Stay calm! Stay focused! Henry told me about you. You want to have a random conversation?""Sure," I smiled. "Let us do this Mrs. New woman.""Alright! Me? I am 32. Worried about our upcoming election, but today, right here and now, is lovely," the woman said."Most of the time, I think you are a scientist," I said, playing along."Well, I have a masters degree in conse
I have heard a lot about whispers. Even in the dark, it still send messages that stays forever in my heart. Whisper of words is how I choose to call it. A sudden chuckle is how I used to know it. And if you are listening to what I have been saying, you will know it is what I use to encourage myself and that all the words I write are not in vain.Today, I heard whispers from above as if someone wanted to contact me so badly. Slowly, ever so slowly, it crept in my mind that there was a possibility that God wanted to contact me. Then it crawled inside my thoughts in form of a formidable tempo that can turn your head around. A smile, bright as any white light you have ever seen set on my face.*I found Jane and Henry still standing near the betting shop where I was approached by a guy who was wearing a black jersey some days ago. They stood alone, avoiding the st