Pinky's Diaries

Truth be told, whatever was pursuing me this week had nothing to do with my village! I saw elements of Benin in the week's ish. My village people are not this strong. Hahahaha! (I haven't gone crazy yet, pals!) It is written that I should laugh in all things and situations! Alleluia somebody!  On Monday, I was exceptionally happy! That simply told me that the day would turn out badly but I couldn't stop being happy. By 4am, I was awake and agile. I did my 'daily' work outs that I haven't done in months and by 6am I was 'ready to rambo' in the best dress and jacket I have in my wardrobe! I was so excited that I wore heels 6inches high against the flats that I would have worn ordinarily. I whistled to old Frank Sinatra tunes. In all, it was just a beautiful morning! My bestie, Chuka, was right on time to pick me from the house! Ughhh! He looked so cute and sexier that morning! I guess I'm not the only one in high spirits. I gave him my customary

Let me tell a story before I continue. Back then in school, a year before I graduated, the Student Union Government held her elections. I don't care about such things. All the candidates went round the school campaigning for votes and stuff. I took interest in one who was contesting for the SUG president when he walked into my hostel room filled with girls without knocking. Nobody was naked or half dressed but I thought knocking would be the right thing to do. I asked him and his 'otimkpus' to step out and knock before entering the room. They did. I thought it would also be nice to listen to him but he started speaking through his nose (Just imagine a man who spent all his life in a village speaking through his nose) I plugged my ears to block out the ear drum tearing sound and continued with a movie I was watching. I don't care who wins anyway. After some minutes, someone tapped me and I turned. It was Mr. Presido, "You are a rude bitch", he said "If I

Let me warn you before you start reading. This is going to be a really short story! It was just a year ago that NYSC sent me to Bauchi. In my little Nsukka town I wondered where that is. Abuja is far. Jos is farther and I heard that Bauchi is farther than Jos. I sat at Lagos love garden in UNEC for almost an hour starring at my call up letter wondering what to do. Mum called and I told her in the tiniest of voices. My hands shook in fear. Mum being mum reassured me. "Its on earth right? Human beings live there. I'm sure other people were posted there too". Her exact words. With her strength, I resolved to face my fears. I asked around for anyone else joining me in Bauchi. No one. I must be really special, I thought. I didn't know anyone in Bauchi. Camp opens on Monday and the noble institution that I studied in gave out call up letters Saturday night. I got home early Sunday morning, packed my things and mum rushed me to the park. Mine was not