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Day 10: What would you do?

Dec 22, 2023Olú Abíkóyè2 CommentsDear Diary

Well, this is one of the many reasons I always love the law. Freedom of religion is open to all. What is good for the goose – is good for the gander.

Day 9: Balcony People

Dec 21, 2023Olú Abíkóyè1 CommentDear Diary

The idea that some individuals stand on the ‘balcony’ of our lives, cheering us on, providing positive energy through their affirmations, while others dwell in our ‘basement,’ doing exactly the opposite. Raises the question; are we balcony or basement people?

Day 8: The Non-Whisperer

Dec 20, 2023Olú Abíkóyè5 CommentsDear Diary

I practically begged her to spill the beans. She resisted like a champ, and when she finally agreed to tell, she made weird sounds in my ear – ‘SwishSwooshWhiffWhooshWhizz’. Ahan! what is ‘SwishSwooshWhiffWhooshWhizz’? I was like, ‘Stop blowing breeze and talk!’

Day 7: Tower of Babel

Dec 19, 2023Olú Abíkóyè3 CommentsDear Diary

In my head, I started to make a checklist of my woes… the gen goes off at midnight, the bloody tap in the bathroom does not run, and my daddy is out here chanting Tower of Babel like a dark mantra, What other absurdity could unfold at this point?

Day 6: Mary’s break-up line to St. Joseph

Dec 18, 2023Olú Abíkóyè6 CommentsDear Diary

Mary, tell me you don’t want to marry me rather than say you are pregnant. What have I done to you that you reject me so? Mary, grappling with the changes in her body, seemed exhausted with Joseph’s inquiry. Her intention was merely to provide information, to prevent Joseph from branding her a fraud later on.

Day 5 – My ode to Fear!

Dec 17, 2023Olú Abíkóyè5 CommentsDear Diary

Embrace the fall, the fumble, the stumble,
For in failure’s dance, resilience will not crumble.
Whispers of defeat, echoes so discreet,
Rise once again, success to sweetly meet.

DAY 4 – Can you pray?

Dec 16, 2023Olú Abíkóyè11 CommentsDear Diary

Two days later, my friend, attempting to bring a truce, asked me if I could pray because I never joined any of their prayer meetings. However, I was quick to shut them up on the evil spirit plan. I first did the sign of the cross, thanking my stars that these people deleted me based on all my colours-in-between.

Day 3 – were you a truth-teller as a child?

Dec 15, 2023Olú Abíkóyè10 CommentsDear Diary

At times, I’d wait for my mother like a hawk. As soon as she arrived, I’d play back every single thing that went wrong from the moment she stepped out of the house until she returned. My mother’s sister knew I wasn’t just as intelligent as my brother; I was more—I was downright dangerous.

Day 2 – My mum remains the unbeatable champion of all time

Dec 14, 2023Olú Abíkóyè11 CommentsDear Diary

During that particular year, my mother could have petitioned for me to be transported on an ostrich’s back if it meant I’d participate in age-appropriate activities. I just couldn’t fathom why children were subjected to so much. I mean, my class teachers were already pushing their luck by urging me to study every day; why add this stress labelled ‘extracurricular’? And birthdays, don’t even get me started on the fuss over parties.

Day 1 – Spit-Proof Grace: My ‘Desculpe, Obrigada’ Moment

Dec 13, 2023Olú Abíkóyè14 CommentsDear Diary

As usual, it was quiet and serene until I was jolted out of my thoughts by this grumpy woman who brushed by me hastily and attempted to spit at me, but it fell on the floor right before my feet…quickening my pace till I caught up with the woman just by the traffic light that made us stop before the road to Madalena’s church. What I really wanted to do was spit at her face, but what I found myself doing was saying, ‘desculpe’ and ‘obrigada’ in succession, meaning ‘sorry’ and ‘thank you’ in a weird circle of politeness.

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