28.04.2015 Dear Ademi Diary, Baby, I don’t know why you’re making me write to a diary when what I really just want to do is talk to you about this. But if you would rather read what I have to say, then I guess I’d be an Achebe for you. I know a lot of questions are running through your mind. And I know that you’re at war as to
*Been off for a while… But I’m back. Here’s something from me.* 25.04.2015 Dear Diary, It’s 2:00am on the morning of my white wedding and I’m passively freaking out. I have gotten up like 20 times to look at my dress over and again. I have wondered at philosophical lengths as to whether I could have done this any better; the dress, that is. My shoes are the worst. They’ll
We saw today and we talked… for a long time. I laughed more than half the time and he kept smiling at me. 3:45am this morning, I woke up and saw a mail… from him. It said; ‘If someone asked me to say what I love the most about you, I would not think twice. I would smile and say ‘Her laughter. I love her laughter the most.’ And I
Today’s topic is actually ‘The stranger’. Enjoy! Hey stranger. If I walked past you, would you turn like any stranger would? Or would you keep your neck straight because you’re trying hard to be a stranger? If I called your phone, would you pick up and say ‘Hello good day who am I speaking with?’ Or would you watch it ring out because you’re trying hard to be a stranger?
To whom it may or may not concern: I knew you when we were younger. Five years ago. I wish I didn’t. So, then I would not know how much you’ve changed. I knew you when your smile was still wide and free. Not this forced smile you do now; trying to keep all your teeth in your mouth. I knew you when you couldn’t raise an eyebrow. How did