Pinky's Diaries

Sometimes, I have conversations with my aunt that leave me more confused than ever. 'Chinwe, aunty Nkoli died' Who that now? She must have seen the look on my face cos she continued. 'Aunty Nkoli now...the one married to Emeka' Who that now? 'Ah ah...Emeka now. He went to school with Major General Mbaka', she explained further Huh? Who that now? 'That Command Day school at Nteje....' Where that now? Whew. You don't want to know how the rest of the conversation went. Have fun fellas.

  MEMOIRS OF A PREGNANT WOMAN   (as told by a friend) Pregnancy is a beautiful thing. So beautiful a thing...depending on how ready you are to take care of a baby, married or not. I could vividly remember when I told my husband the good news; he hugged me, kissed me and we made beautiful love. Lucky for us, it was the Christmas holidays, so we had all the time on earth to sleep in all day. I woke up the next day to the aroma of pancake and toast, served on a tray with a rose petal, and right beside me was my husband smiling at me like the day we met on a flight back from Ghana.   The pancake was really crappy but the gesture left me with an amazing feeling. I did marry a lovely man. The weeks that followed were the loveliest I have ever had. He took me to and fro work, cooked for me whenever he could (though I told him to stop so we could eat better food), washed, cooked and the best of all, he went to the market for me. It was my first baby so everything seemed kinda