Pinky's Diaries

"Warm up! Warm up! lts time to start the race. DJ,  get on the beat...!" Right at TBS, my friend, Tobe and I hopped up and down like squirrels. It was We Run Logos, a marathon event that takes place annually and we were ready to run. Ready ke? That was far from what we were. I could barely walk for two straight minutes, talk less of run from TBS to National Stadium. That's a two hour journey in a fast moving car. Tobe's case was worse than mine. He's so lazy. That he opens his eyes when he wakes up is because he has to. He's as lean as Boy Alinko and walks like someone that a little harmattan breeze can blow away. The determination on his face was admirable. "Nne baby,  I will not wait for you o! If you cannot meet up with my pace, I'll leave you o...". Tobe went on and on. He punctuated his every statement with 'o' to drive home his very important points. And the whistle went off. The marathon don start o! Just like tw...

Childhood was beautiful. Those were fun times. There were ups and downs but, have no doubt that whenever I look back to how we were, I'd always end up smiling foolishly. Dad always had a story to tell and he was really good at it. His stories ranged from boring stuff about family, life and future to funny stories that left us rolling on the floor with laughter. It was one of those story days and dad chose to tell us war stories. He said a lot of captivating and heart breaking stuff but the only part that got stuck in our brains was how hunger made them eat rats. Sometimes they ate them raw cos there was no fire... ...and that was how we became rat hunters. There was no war but we were hungry and since there was always fire, we didn't have to eat them raw (thank God). We took the hunting really seriously.  Just when deep freezers started reigning in Nsukka, mum bought one. NEPA kinda knew cos that was when they chose to seize power for over a yea...