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.

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...