Pinky's Diaries

This isn't one of humourous stories about jumping in and out of buses, childhood and work life. This is where I tell my Creator that I'm in awe of His love and blessings. On the first of January 2013, while others were excited about the new year, I was more scared about how work life would be. There was no mum or siblings to run to if things get crazy. This was just me and I was scared to my bloody intestines. My wardrobe was beyond empty and my bank account more empty and to my worries, Rejoice, a good friend and sister laughed. "Girl, keep the old ones clean and ironed. More will come". I did part of what she asked cos I really do hate ironing! She wasn't lying after all. Family is all I've got. They make me laugh, cry, upset! They laugh at me, make me angry...love me. I've got lovely memories with you which can never be wiped off even in death. Sometimes, I sit alone and laugh at moments we've shared and people wonder if ive gone crazy. Thro

Christmas is here and I can't help but remember how it used to be. For different people, the season has different meanings; for us, it meant hard labour mixed with fun and stupidity. School normally closed on the 16th for the Christmas holidays. While our mates talked at length about how they would either travel out of the country or watch movies till thy kingdom come, all we thought about was how we would process palm fruits and kemel before we 'may' consider travelling to the village. It was never an easy task. For almost a week, we would bend over heaps and heaps of palm kernel separating them from their shells. Little wonder we didn't develop hunchbacks but we Kept our eyes on the price - Christmas day! On the 24th,we set out for the village in dad's Volkswagen beetle. Mum sat at the back seat with my 5 siblings and my uncle. Dad drove while l sat on a kitchen stool between him and the Christmas goat, bag of rice and our belongings packed in different color