Anne Frank continues...
Like I wrote in part 4, she didn't write in Daryln as before. Reason? I guess she was more engrossed in trying to get back her life- school and all that.
But she managed to write a few in this part...
I passed my exams and am looking forward to univ. Darlyn,I guess those lesson teachers really did their best! Me too,u know? It was so heard. David and I will be going soon. What is univ like? I am so curious ! And yeah, looking forward to having my freedom big time.
I do hope the people there are nice.
Mum has been all over this city shopping for for David and I. Dad? It has been a week since I saw him in the house. He said he had to be in Abuja for the whole time. Hmm! Money making dad and trouble making mum!
It is nearly two weeks to our resumption at the Univ. I am nervous...
One week...
Three days...
Two days...
Today ,we arrived at school at about 4pm! Wow! Mr room mates are cool people. I have just two of them - so we are three in our room. I do hope I will like them...
Their names are Jessica and Teresa.
Darlyn, Jessica was praying overnight. And shouting at the top of her voice! Must she? I couldn't sleep the whole time!
Teresa is cool though she prays too but not as loud. Guess she is more considerate.
We all went out today. They helped me with my registration and helped me get along with the univ. David is getting on with his room mates too!
Darlyn,I am excited once again! Life is better now. Away from home, mum and everyone one on my case!
Jessica invited me to her fellowship today. Ok place. Though they spoke in some strange language I had never heard before. Jessica said with time I will understand. Without being taught? Hmmm.
It has been about three months into my being here and I see alot of funny dressed girls on campus. Jessica thinks it is wrong. And Teresa too. I am trying to be good though. I think Jessica and Teresa's fellowship is helping me think that way.
I miss the girls from way back in high school but I cant seem to tell anyone about it here.
Today, I came out when the call to be a Christian came! I feel light somehow...
I still feel the same way,Daryln.
Jessica bought me a bible today! trying to read from the new testament. I enjoy reading about Jesus and all the wonderful miracles they said he did in there! Wow!
Daryln,it has been class,fellowship,cooking and meeting more friends! I am having fun.
Mum came visiting today. She said dad will come soon.
Come 1999
ASUU strike...
I have been home since 6months!
*I guess this was in 1999 - for those of us who were in Univ at the time ,we will recall that 6months ASUU thingy. Anne was in her 200level at the time or rather was to be once the strike ends.*
*The diary gets more interesting here,I tell you...*
Awemoreborelanlay.
Day 5.
Monday, August 31, 2009
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Anne Frank ...(4)
Anne Frank lost about five years of her life to a certain illness that can be simply described as diabolical. According to her,she was so ill that alot of times,she was said to have been pronounced dead. - Awemoreborelanlay
Darlyn, Anne has been sick ...1993
She is still sick and the doctors don't seem to know what is wrong with her... 1994
Still sick,I guess u miss her... 1995
Sick still ... 1996
SICK! ... 1997 -- - ---- --David, in her diary.
She picked Darlyn again and wrote in it after these periods. By my calculation,she was about 17 years old at the time and was in her final year in the secondary school. But that was not to be as she had to repeat the classes that she had missed in those years. This mean feat sank her into a depressed state,I figured from her explanations to me and from her diary. Awemoreborelanlay.
She writes...
Daryln, I have lost so much time in this life ,you know? I am so sad now and I wonder what I will be doing with my life. School! Mum and dad says I can write JAMB! When that evil illness came and took me away. That doctor that took out that candle is so bad . I all the more hate men ! They just irritate me. I will never get married to anyone of them. They all suck!
Today,mum told me that she was sorry for all that she had done to me in the past. Not believing me and all that. Well,I told her it was ok. She wants us to be best friends now. Darlyn,I think she is feeling sorry for me because I have to go back five years...
Mum bought the form for me today. My private lesson teachers have increased. Just so that I will pass the exams. WAEC is there too. Darlyn,quite a lot of exams for me these days. Hmmm. I really need to though,there is so much to catch up with . David is SS2 and would be writing the exams with me too. Now,we have to be in the same class if I pass. David still reads you,Darlyn.
Lessons,study,school,and more lessons... life sucks!
Perhaps it wont be too far from the truth to say these served as periods of sobriety for Anne. She didn't indulge in all those vices anymore. She was more interested in getting her life back. Besides, the addiction had been quelled by the years she stayed admitted in the various hospitals.
Anne didn't pass all her papers in the WAEC exams but she passed her JAMB but couldn't gain admission to the university because Mathematics was part of the subjects she would require for it. Again, Anne had to stay one more year at home...
Sadly too, she didn't write much in her diary either. She just cramped up all the more. She simply sank into more depression. But I tell you,this lady is so determined to get the best from school. Somehow,she hasn't lost it in the face of all that she is going through. My judgment, though.
Day 4
Awemoreborelanlay
Darlyn, Anne has been sick ...1993
She is still sick and the doctors don't seem to know what is wrong with her... 1994
Still sick,I guess u miss her... 1995
Sick still ... 1996
SICK! ... 1997 -- - ---- --David, in her diary.
She picked Darlyn again and wrote in it after these periods. By my calculation,she was about 17 years old at the time and was in her final year in the secondary school. But that was not to be as she had to repeat the classes that she had missed in those years. This mean feat sank her into a depressed state,I figured from her explanations to me and from her diary. Awemoreborelanlay.
She writes...
Daryln, I have lost so much time in this life ,you know? I am so sad now and I wonder what I will be doing with my life. School! Mum and dad says I can write JAMB! When that evil illness came and took me away. That doctor that took out that candle is so bad . I all the more hate men ! They just irritate me. I will never get married to anyone of them. They all suck!
Today,mum told me that she was sorry for all that she had done to me in the past. Not believing me and all that. Well,I told her it was ok. She wants us to be best friends now. Darlyn,I think she is feeling sorry for me because I have to go back five years...
Mum bought the form for me today. My private lesson teachers have increased. Just so that I will pass the exams. WAEC is there too. Darlyn,quite a lot of exams for me these days. Hmmm. I really need to though,there is so much to catch up with . David is SS2 and would be writing the exams with me too. Now,we have to be in the same class if I pass. David still reads you,Darlyn.
Lessons,study,school,and more lessons... life sucks!
Perhaps it wont be too far from the truth to say these served as periods of sobriety for Anne. She didn't indulge in all those vices anymore. She was more interested in getting her life back. Besides, the addiction had been quelled by the years she stayed admitted in the various hospitals.
Anne didn't pass all her papers in the WAEC exams but she passed her JAMB but couldn't gain admission to the university because Mathematics was part of the subjects she would require for it. Again, Anne had to stay one more year at home...
Sadly too, she didn't write much in her diary either. She just cramped up all the more. She simply sank into more depression. But I tell you,this lady is so determined to get the best from school. Somehow,she hasn't lost it in the face of all that she is going through. My judgment, though.
Day 4
Awemoreborelanlay
Monday, August 24, 2009
Anne Frank ...(3)
Anne Frank stopped putting the dates in her diary.
Darlyn, today I missed aunt Jane's gift. I still hurt from mum's whip the previous weeks. I didn't buy the gift for me,it was aunt Jane who bought it but no one seems to believe me. I used my hands instead. It didn't really do what I want it to.
I resumed at school again to day but still missing the gift. I told some of the other girls and they told me to use candles. What if it breaks! Well, I have to be careful, they warned.
Tried the candles but they didn't work as I would want them to. Darlyn, if the candles break, I will be in trouble.
Everyday, this is what I do with the candles. I use them when I feel I am missing the gift from Aunt Jane. Life has not been the same since that gift from her. Mum still thinks am a bad girl. Dad also thinks I am bad. I don’t really care anymore. Isn’t everyone bad too?
School ,school. Daryln,I would be in Jss three soon and 12 too! Soon, mum wont be able to tell me what and what not to do. Just when I get to the university. I will be on my own and do all that there is to do. The girls in school have grown to about 30 and they all are doing ok.
One of the girls was raped today by another boy in the science class. I hate boys,Daryln. They delight in doing bad things to us girls. Imagine what that uncle did to me too! I think Aunt Jane is right to say that it was good to be with girls only. She didn't like her husband too. After all,he slept on her and made noise those nights. I will stay with the girls only!
Exams will soon be here again It's been a while and I still use the candles.
Today, I have promised not to have anything to do with the men again. I wont even let my dad hug me again too! I am afraid,upset,sad about everything!
This life isn't so much fun after all.
*Anne Frank fell ill at some point here and didn't write in 'Darlyn' for about three months. She said it was at this point that the candle broke into her privates. The situation was badly handled at home and to make matters worse, the doctor who was to operate on her for its removal,raped her instead. Anne Frank's first major encounter with sex! At the age of 12!* - Awemoreborelanlay.
This is about diary three!
Awemoreborelanlay
Day 4
Anne Frank... (2)
January 1st ,1991. Quite a busy day today for all of us at home. We had guests come around. I didn’t enjoy the noise all over the house but I did though as it took mum off my case. She was busy attending to them. Mum cooks well ,you know and so there was a lot to eat and enjoy from. Diary,I do hope this year gets better than last year. That shouting aunt is still around. She has decided to help me wash my clothes too. I like her for that ,you know I don’t like washing. She is so nice.
2nd ,1991 Dad took us out. The amusement park was so much fun. Candy floss and popcorn was such great stuff. Diary,that aunt bought me sweets at the park too. Her name is aunt Jane. Mum said she is her mother younger brother’s daughter that that uncle is her husband. Could that explain why they sleep on each other at night and make noise? Maybe? Does my dad and mum do that too? Are grown -ups mad people?
3rd ,1991. Today is dad’s birthday and when I asked how old he was,mum said that was rude to ask! Tell me diary,was it rude to ask my dad his age? Paul and Bridget know their dad’s and mum’s age,so why not me? I am so sad. I don’t like my mummy.Maybe she doesn’t like me too.School resumes on Monday but mum says I wont go until the next one. She said we were all going to dad’s village that week. I really don’t want to go to that place,there are a lot of mosquitoes and there is no light too. And there is a bad uncle there too . Remember that one that made mum beat me that time we were there. Just because I ate the food he gave me in his room.
Diary,I wont take you with me this time because mum said we will be putting our things together in one big box. I don’t want her to find you there.
When we return,I will let you know how it went. Ok?
Good night.
12th January ,1991. God! Diary, I missed you so much. The village was so boring. Many old people this time than ever and they were all fussing at me. I don’t like them because they made me wonder if people were that nice. People aren’t nice, right? Only you, diary is nice and Paul and Bridget too. That uncle was there again and this time ,he took me out on a stroll when mummy went to the market with some other people. He took me to another friend’s place –and we saw a movie . People were not wearing clothes and doing some of those things that aunt Jane and her husband did in my room. They even screamed like that too. They were so many in that film and I didn’t like it but the uncles seem to like it. As the two of them came closer to me and touched me in my bom bom. I cried and asked my uncle to take me back home. It was painful the way they touched me. Diary, it was in my bom bom place where I wee-wee. I will tell mum.
15th January,1991. I came back from school today. We didn’t talk yesterday,diary. I don’t think I will tell mum again . She will beat me. I will tell Paul and Bridget today at school. That is the driver shouting my name already. See you later today or tomorrow ,my lesson teacher will come today and tomorrow.
18th January,1991 Guess what Bridget told me? I cant believe it. She said she and Paul use to sleep on each other too. I asked her if they made noise when they did and she said yes! Diary,I thought it was only grown-ups. She said they have been doing that since they were eight and ten. Now they are nine and 11 years . Paul repeated the class because he was not serious with school work. Bridget said that their mum an dad had a lot of those kind of movies that I saw in the village. She said they were good for us too. Is it true? Maybe then,because Paul and Bridget are nice to me so I believe them.
When will I get a chance to see the movies in their house? Do you know,diary.
25th January,1991. My bombom still hurts from that village touch. When mum asked me why I walked that way, I told her that I fell in the gutter.I am happy she didn’t beat me this time. She only told me to be careful next time. I almost told her what really happened but I am so afraid.
1st February,1991. I have been sick with malaria ,diary. So sick that mum thought I would die. How can mum that always beat me love me? Hmmm. Dad traveled that whole week and though I feel better now ,I still cant write for long yet.
I am tired . I have been having nightmares since that time. Diary, what do I do? I put you on the table today and went to the kitchen to keep my plates ,and saw him reading it. He wants me to tell him about the movie I saw in the village and all the other things I told you. Today is 8th February
Today,diary I start to share you with my brother. He is eight years old and in primary 4. He promised not to tell mum.
The weekend was so boring,diary. Ok,lemme give you a name today. Do you like Darlyn? Good,I like it too.
Darlyn,I am in primary 6 as you already know and would soon be going on to the secondary school. New school again,right? Exciting!I will be joining some of my classmates for some fund raising for our school library on Monday. I am looking forward to it. Today is Sunday 10th ,1991.
Good night,Darlyn.
Monday,11th What is wrong with aunt Jane? She was shouting to herself at night and she didn't let me sleep well! When are they going to leave our house?! At the fund raising today,we went out to the streets around my school with a form asking people to give any amount. Paul and Bridget were with me in my group and we met many funny looking men who said they liked what we were doing and gave us their house addresses. Bridget seems to know some of them and they even put her on their laps and gave her extra money than the one she put in the form. Bridget buys alot of sweets from the money and she is so nice that she gives me some too. She gives Paul too.
Darlyn,she said some of the men wants to be giving me money too. I think I like that. 15th February,1991.
16thThe fund raising ended today and we are getting ready for our graduation in some few weeks. I wonder what I would be doing at home all that time before I get another school.
18th February Darlyn,secondary would be more fun,right? My brother will come to join me soon too. Bridget and Paul are going to a boarding school. I will miss them yet again but I can meet new friends in the school . I keep making new ones in short periods.
22nd February I haven't seen those films since that time in the village. Those people in those films act like dogs,u know,Darlyn. I don't like it one bit. I really wish I could get you or anyone to explain to me.
10th March,1991. My throat hurts and my head and back aches too ,Darlyn. Mum gave me some sweets. She said I will be better soon.
Darlyn,where have you been all the while? I hid you so far away because of the chicken pox I had. The doctor said it is contagious ,so I had to keep you. I missed my exams to the secondary school because of that and mum said I am a witch. Do witches have chicken pox? If I was one,I would have left this house a long time! I am well now though the spots still appear on my body.They said it will go soon. maybe? I don't care anymore. Today is April 11th ,1991
I got to school . Anther school this time,Darlyn and not the other one. I missed the exam of that one,so mum put me in her friend's secondary school. So,the proprietor is my guardian here and she is always asking me many questions about me.I try to tell her some and not all because she might tell mum.
Easter break. Break from you? No way,Darlyn. I like you. The break was short and there was nothing to it. Had a lot to eat and drink. Aunt Jane's husband came again and this time ,he slept in the living room. I am glad. 14th April
Aunt Jane's husband went away today. Aunt Jane will be here till October. Dad said she has to get some things done. 21st April.
Our integrated science teacher taught us something interesting today. He called it menstruation. He said it happens to us girls only and that blood was going to come out of our bom bom. That doesn't sound like fun! It will hurt,Daryln. I don't want it to happen to me. He talked about the boys too and all that will happen. Funny how the guys wont have that too! Darlyn!!! He said their voices will break in Pub... can't spell that well. I will get it for you later. He talked about wet dreams too. May 8th ,1991
I am learning more about girls and boys,you know. When will our integrated science teacher tell us about the shouting and all that I saw in movies. Yeah, he called it Puberty. He said we on our way to being adults. I am just 11!
Mum thinks am still a child. Though when I do anything wrong ,she thinks am grown.
Excursion begins! We would be going to Ghana! Darlyn,I will miss you. It is going to be 3 weeks away from home. I like it.
By the way, I made friends already on my new school. Alot of them are older and have grown breasts and have their voices cracking already. Where are my own breasts? Didn't Mr. Clark say we should all have it? Some people already think I am flat. It is not fair.
June 5th ,1991 We got some days ago. The excursion? Some of the people in my class are bad people,Darlyn. They were touching themselves in many places I don't like. Didn't the girls know that Mr Clark said they might get pregnant that way? I wont let any boy come near me. NO WAY!
The teachers didn't even know and few of them that did,touched the girls too. Mr Clark came to the excursion too and he was touching some boys. There is so much madness everywhere and am tired. Darlyn, what do I do?
Am crying,Darlyn. Aunt Jane was touching me too much this night. She said my breasts were coming out more and that she wanted to see it . I was shy at first but she started to touch them . Then she went on to my bombom . That hurt somehow and reason for my crying now. Why does everyone like to touch me there? She said I should not tell mum and that if I did,she wont even believe me.July 25th
Darlyn, every night since that first one ,aunt Jane has been touching me...
August 3rd, 1991. She said I wont be pregnant doing this with her.
August 20th. Today she made me touch her too. Her breast are bigger than mine. She is grown,I guess. I don't think it is right. But she said I am a good girl and she helps with my clothes.
I look forward to each night since then.September 14th
Mum almost caught us today. Aunt Jane and I! September 28th
Aunt Jane would be going away soon. Greg and Karen are doing funny things in the toilet. They are my friends in secondary. I got 70% in my English test today. I like my English Language teacher. My Christian Religious Studies teacher talked about heaven today. She said it was a place for good people who are God's children. I know too well ,Darlyn that I wont be going there ,I have been bad but I really want to be good. U know how,Darlyn?
My birthday this year was so funny. Aunt Jane bought me a funny gift. Some long looking object that she called a vibrator. And she doesn't want mum to see it too. Sure,she wont,I wold her. She said it will help me for those times that she was away. Darlyn,I am 11 years old today. Aunt Jane taught how to use it. It felt good.It was painful though. Very. September 17th,1991.
Aunt Jane went away on the 5th of October,1991 She taught me alot of things. I have started to teach Pamela and some other girls too.
11th October. Aunt Jane said it is a girl thing and that the boys were bad people who only gave girls babies. I told them that too. They in turn told many other girls and we became more in the school.
I passed my exams well and dad bought me alot of things too. My brother- David is going to join me soon in secondary! Darlyn,am growing big ,you know. JSS 2 soon! Wow!
Today,something very unusual happened to me. Blood is coming out of my bombom. I didn't know what to do . I ran to Mr Clark in his office and told him. HE was happy for me and said I was a big girl now. He gave me what he called sanitary towel to put it into my pants. I did. It didn't fill ok. He told me to tell mum . He said I have started my menstrual cycle already. That thing I didn't want eventually happened. I want my breast too then. I guess they would come soon. November 7th,1991
Mum bought me more sanitary towels and called me to her room and told me many things about boys. She said I shouldn't let them touch me now because I would get pregnant. She was telling me what I already knew. Aunt Jane's method was really safe then. Mum said I should not go near them for anything. So,I all the more stopped talking and playing with the boys. I wont want them to touch me at all.
Dad got back home late today and mum told her about my menstruation. He was glad and hugged me for so long. I like my dad.
Another one came this month too. I have many sanitary towels to use for it.
Holidays are here again and I will be missing all my friends and play mates. We would be going to the village. That uncle must not come any close this time. I don't want to be pregnant.We went to at Christmas. Darlyn, he had traveled somewhere else this time,so I didn't see him.
29th December,1991 Mum saw the gift aunt Jane gave me and beat me so hard. I told her that it was aunt Jane that gave me but she didn't believe me. She called me many name. Even dad didn't believe me. Aunt Jane used to lead prayers in her church and prayed hard in the morning. So,no one believes me. Darlyn,I know you do and am glad. David believes me too. Two of you at least.
My new year is bad,Darlyn. The gift has been seized and I already feel like it again. The girls are in their houses because school is on holidays.
Happy new year Darlyn,thanks for been there all through the year.
N.B:Please understand that I had to 'modify' her diary while not trying to take away the originality of her stuff. The innocence of this girl child is heartrending!
You also don't want to know how that something in me is sinking in great depression right now. But trust me, I will be fine! :-)
The names mentioned here are fictitious and does not bear resemblance with any persons or group of persons living or dead.
Come Monday for diary 3.
Awemoreborelanlay
Day 3
2nd ,1991 Dad took us out. The amusement park was so much fun. Candy floss and popcorn was such great stuff. Diary,that aunt bought me sweets at the park too. Her name is aunt Jane. Mum said she is her mother younger brother’s daughter that that uncle is her husband. Could that explain why they sleep on each other at night and make noise? Maybe? Does my dad and mum do that too? Are grown -ups mad people?
3rd ,1991. Today is dad’s birthday and when I asked how old he was,mum said that was rude to ask! Tell me diary,was it rude to ask my dad his age? Paul and Bridget know their dad’s and mum’s age,so why not me? I am so sad. I don’t like my mummy.Maybe she doesn’t like me too.School resumes on Monday but mum says I wont go until the next one. She said we were all going to dad’s village that week. I really don’t want to go to that place,there are a lot of mosquitoes and there is no light too. And there is a bad uncle there too . Remember that one that made mum beat me that time we were there. Just because I ate the food he gave me in his room.
Diary,I wont take you with me this time because mum said we will be putting our things together in one big box. I don’t want her to find you there.
When we return,I will let you know how it went. Ok?
Good night.
12th January ,1991. God! Diary, I missed you so much. The village was so boring. Many old people this time than ever and they were all fussing at me. I don’t like them because they made me wonder if people were that nice. People aren’t nice, right? Only you, diary is nice and Paul and Bridget too. That uncle was there again and this time ,he took me out on a stroll when mummy went to the market with some other people. He took me to another friend’s place –and we saw a movie . People were not wearing clothes and doing some of those things that aunt Jane and her husband did in my room. They even screamed like that too. They were so many in that film and I didn’t like it but the uncles seem to like it. As the two of them came closer to me and touched me in my bom bom. I cried and asked my uncle to take me back home. It was painful the way they touched me. Diary, it was in my bom bom place where I wee-wee. I will tell mum.
15th January,1991. I came back from school today. We didn’t talk yesterday,diary. I don’t think I will tell mum again . She will beat me. I will tell Paul and Bridget today at school. That is the driver shouting my name already. See you later today or tomorrow ,my lesson teacher will come today and tomorrow.
18th January,1991 Guess what Bridget told me? I cant believe it. She said she and Paul use to sleep on each other too. I asked her if they made noise when they did and she said yes! Diary,I thought it was only grown-ups. She said they have been doing that since they were eight and ten. Now they are nine and 11 years . Paul repeated the class because he was not serious with school work. Bridget said that their mum an dad had a lot of those kind of movies that I saw in the village. She said they were good for us too. Is it true? Maybe then,because Paul and Bridget are nice to me so I believe them.
When will I get a chance to see the movies in their house? Do you know,diary.
25th January,1991. My bombom still hurts from that village touch. When mum asked me why I walked that way, I told her that I fell in the gutter.I am happy she didn’t beat me this time. She only told me to be careful next time. I almost told her what really happened but I am so afraid.
1st February,1991. I have been sick with malaria ,diary. So sick that mum thought I would die. How can mum that always beat me love me? Hmmm. Dad traveled that whole week and though I feel better now ,I still cant write for long yet.
I am tired . I have been having nightmares since that time. Diary, what do I do? I put you on the table today and went to the kitchen to keep my plates ,and saw him reading it. He wants me to tell him about the movie I saw in the village and all the other things I told you. Today is 8th February
Today,diary I start to share you with my brother. He is eight years old and in primary 4. He promised not to tell mum.
The weekend was so boring,diary. Ok,lemme give you a name today. Do you like Darlyn? Good,I like it too.
Darlyn,I am in primary 6 as you already know and would soon be going on to the secondary school. New school again,right? Exciting!I will be joining some of my classmates for some fund raising for our school library on Monday. I am looking forward to it. Today is Sunday 10th ,1991.
Good night,Darlyn.
Monday,11th What is wrong with aunt Jane? She was shouting to herself at night and she didn't let me sleep well! When are they going to leave our house?! At the fund raising today,we went out to the streets around my school with a form asking people to give any amount. Paul and Bridget were with me in my group and we met many funny looking men who said they liked what we were doing and gave us their house addresses. Bridget seems to know some of them and they even put her on their laps and gave her extra money than the one she put in the form. Bridget buys alot of sweets from the money and she is so nice that she gives me some too. She gives Paul too.
Darlyn,she said some of the men wants to be giving me money too. I think I like that. 15th February,1991.
16thThe fund raising ended today and we are getting ready for our graduation in some few weeks. I wonder what I would be doing at home all that time before I get another school.
18th February Darlyn,secondary would be more fun,right? My brother will come to join me soon too. Bridget and Paul are going to a boarding school. I will miss them yet again but I can meet new friends in the school . I keep making new ones in short periods.
22nd February I haven't seen those films since that time in the village. Those people in those films act like dogs,u know,Darlyn. I don't like it one bit. I really wish I could get you or anyone to explain to me.
10th March,1991. My throat hurts and my head and back aches too ,Darlyn. Mum gave me some sweets. She said I will be better soon.
Darlyn,where have you been all the while? I hid you so far away because of the chicken pox I had. The doctor said it is contagious ,so I had to keep you. I missed my exams to the secondary school because of that and mum said I am a witch. Do witches have chicken pox? If I was one,I would have left this house a long time! I am well now though the spots still appear on my body.They said it will go soon. maybe? I don't care anymore. Today is April 11th ,1991
I got to school . Anther school this time,Darlyn and not the other one. I missed the exam of that one,so mum put me in her friend's secondary school. So,the proprietor is my guardian here and she is always asking me many questions about me.I try to tell her some and not all because she might tell mum.
Easter break. Break from you? No way,Darlyn. I like you. The break was short and there was nothing to it. Had a lot to eat and drink. Aunt Jane's husband came again and this time ,he slept in the living room. I am glad. 14th April
Aunt Jane's husband went away today. Aunt Jane will be here till October. Dad said she has to get some things done. 21st April.
Our integrated science teacher taught us something interesting today. He called it menstruation. He said it happens to us girls only and that blood was going to come out of our bom bom. That doesn't sound like fun! It will hurt,Daryln. I don't want it to happen to me. He talked about the boys too and all that will happen. Funny how the guys wont have that too! Darlyn!!! He said their voices will break in Pub... can't spell that well. I will get it for you later. He talked about wet dreams too. May 8th ,1991
I am learning more about girls and boys,you know. When will our integrated science teacher tell us about the shouting and all that I saw in movies. Yeah, he called it Puberty. He said we on our way to being adults. I am just 11!
Mum thinks am still a child. Though when I do anything wrong ,she thinks am grown.
Excursion begins! We would be going to Ghana! Darlyn,I will miss you. It is going to be 3 weeks away from home. I like it.
By the way, I made friends already on my new school. Alot of them are older and have grown breasts and have their voices cracking already. Where are my own breasts? Didn't Mr. Clark say we should all have it? Some people already think I am flat. It is not fair.
June 5th ,1991 We got some days ago. The excursion? Some of the people in my class are bad people,Darlyn. They were touching themselves in many places I don't like. Didn't the girls know that Mr Clark said they might get pregnant that way? I wont let any boy come near me. NO WAY!
The teachers didn't even know and few of them that did,touched the girls too. Mr Clark came to the excursion too and he was touching some boys. There is so much madness everywhere and am tired. Darlyn, what do I do?
Am crying,Darlyn. Aunt Jane was touching me too much this night. She said my breasts were coming out more and that she wanted to see it . I was shy at first but she started to touch them . Then she went on to my bombom . That hurt somehow and reason for my crying now. Why does everyone like to touch me there? She said I should not tell mum and that if I did,she wont even believe me.July 25th
Darlyn, every night since that first one ,aunt Jane has been touching me...
August 3rd, 1991. She said I wont be pregnant doing this with her.
August 20th. Today she made me touch her too. Her breast are bigger than mine. She is grown,I guess. I don't think it is right. But she said I am a good girl and she helps with my clothes.
I look forward to each night since then.September 14th
Mum almost caught us today. Aunt Jane and I! September 28th
Aunt Jane would be going away soon. Greg and Karen are doing funny things in the toilet. They are my friends in secondary. I got 70% in my English test today. I like my English Language teacher. My Christian Religious Studies teacher talked about heaven today. She said it was a place for good people who are God's children. I know too well ,Darlyn that I wont be going there ,I have been bad but I really want to be good. U know how,Darlyn?
My birthday this year was so funny. Aunt Jane bought me a funny gift. Some long looking object that she called a vibrator. And she doesn't want mum to see it too. Sure,she wont,I wold her. She said it will help me for those times that she was away. Darlyn,I am 11 years old today. Aunt Jane taught how to use it. It felt good.It was painful though. Very. September 17th,1991.
Aunt Jane went away on the 5th of October,1991 She taught me alot of things. I have started to teach Pamela and some other girls too.
11th October. Aunt Jane said it is a girl thing and that the boys were bad people who only gave girls babies. I told them that too. They in turn told many other girls and we became more in the school.
I passed my exams well and dad bought me alot of things too. My brother- David is going to join me soon in secondary! Darlyn,am growing big ,you know. JSS 2 soon! Wow!
Today,something very unusual happened to me. Blood is coming out of my bombom. I didn't know what to do . I ran to Mr Clark in his office and told him. HE was happy for me and said I was a big girl now. He gave me what he called sanitary towel to put it into my pants. I did. It didn't fill ok. He told me to tell mum . He said I have started my menstrual cycle already. That thing I didn't want eventually happened. I want my breast too then. I guess they would come soon. November 7th,1991
Mum bought me more sanitary towels and called me to her room and told me many things about boys. She said I shouldn't let them touch me now because I would get pregnant. She was telling me what I already knew. Aunt Jane's method was really safe then. Mum said I should not go near them for anything. So,I all the more stopped talking and playing with the boys. I wont want them to touch me at all.
Dad got back home late today and mum told her about my menstruation. He was glad and hugged me for so long. I like my dad.
Another one came this month too. I have many sanitary towels to use for it.
Holidays are here again and I will be missing all my friends and play mates. We would be going to the village. That uncle must not come any close this time. I don't want to be pregnant.We went to at Christmas. Darlyn, he had traveled somewhere else this time,so I didn't see him.
29th December,1991 Mum saw the gift aunt Jane gave me and beat me so hard. I told her that it was aunt Jane that gave me but she didn't believe me. She called me many name. Even dad didn't believe me. Aunt Jane used to lead prayers in her church and prayed hard in the morning. So,no one believes me. Darlyn,I know you do and am glad. David believes me too. Two of you at least.
My new year is bad,Darlyn. The gift has been seized and I already feel like it again. The girls are in their houses because school is on holidays.
Happy new year Darlyn,thanks for been there all through the year.
N.B:Please understand that I had to 'modify' her diary while not trying to take away the originality of her stuff. The innocence of this girl child is heartrending!
You also don't want to know how that something in me is sinking in great depression right now. But trust me, I will be fine! :-)
The names mentioned here are fictitious and does not bear resemblance with any persons or group of persons living or dead.
Come Monday for diary 3.
Awemoreborelanlay
Day 3
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Anne Frank begins.
''Today, I start to write in this diary. The many things happening to me in this life. '' - Anne Frank.
Wednesday, April 4th, 1990. Mummy said I didn’t behave well today at school. She said I didn’t act my age either and that I still thought I was a kid. Was it not just yesterday she told me that I am a child and was not to get that big piece of meat! I really don’t get it. Maybe, when my birthday comes, she will give me another reason why I wont eat that kind of big meat. Just maybe. That lesson teacher is so disturbing. I don’t like arithmetic and I doubt if I ever will. Here he comes, I have to go, diary. Talk to you tomorrow. The day ends when that lesson teacher comes!!
Thursday, April 5th, 1990. I like my new pair of socks. So white and I am sure it will bring some attention to me today. Susan will want her mum to buy her new ones too. Dairy, I wasn’t to wear those socks today, mum didn’t know I wore it because I put it in my bag and wore it on the way to school. She thought I still had the old one. She told me to behave my age yesterday and that is what I am doing. I should be able to wear my socks when I feel like it. By now, I wash my socks myself am happy! Like I thought, Susan told her mum to buy her socks too. That girl! She likes my kind of things. I went with her to her house today after school. My driver didn’t come and when he did, and looked everywhere for me and didn’t find me, he went home. Only to return with mum to find me waiting. Mummy blamed him that he didn’t find me and they took me home. I was lucky to escape that. Diary, back at Susan’s house wasn’t a good gist though. How was I to explain to anyone that that uncle that lives near Susan’s house wanted me to come with him. I really don’t know why he wanted me to come to his house but something tells me that it isn’t a good idea. Yeah, that reminds me, last year when we went to the village for Christmas, another uncle of my uncle’s wife’s brother wanted me to come with him to his house. I had gone with him already and was still eating the food he gave me when mum came to get me there. And she beat me so much that day that I knew I wasn’t going to ever tell her about this one again or another! Why would only uncles want you to come with them? The aunties don’t seem to care. Diary, maybe, uncles are nicer than aunties? Maybe. So, that was how today went. That uncle in my village was touching my hair as I ate. WHy? Dad doesn't do that or mum!
Friday, April 6th, 1990. Susan thinks that uncle near her house is nice too and she wants me to come with her today to see him. She told me that he brought her many sweets and biscuits. I never got as many biscuits as I wanted and when I asked dad, mum won’t let him buy them. So, maybe that uncle could help with that. Susan said I didn’t have to tell anyone when that uncle gives me those things. I won’t. So, after school hours, we went to the uncle’s place. He was so happy to see us. He brought out many nice things- sweets, biscuits and chocolates! I knew this uncle will be my favorite for long! Wow! We had to leave early today because I didn’t want the driver to come waiting for too long. So, I went home and when mum checked my bag and found those things, she asked how and where I got them but I didn’t say anything and she beat me.
Saturday, April 7th 1990 I was so sick that I was in bed all day. Diary, I want to go away from my house! It is so somehow here. I get beaten for taking sweets again? Anyway, I don’t have anything to say today. I am not feeling well.
Monday,April 9th 1990 Am sorry, diary, I didn’t tell you anything yesterday. I was still ill. Nothing happened. Only that mum kept saying a lot of things I didn’t like and she was still asking who it was that I stole the sweets from.Even today, I had to pretend I was better so as to go to school to see that uncle and eat a lot of sweets. This time, I won’t take too much so that mummy won’t check my bag and beat me again. Susan was not happy at school today, I asked her why and she took me to the back of the class room and told me. She said that that uncle was a bad uncle. Bad uncle? I asked her. I don’t understand Susan, diary. She promised telling me more tomorrow. But all through the night, that was what I thought about. I was really sad that we didn’t go to the uncle today, I really wanted sweets! Mummy searched my bag and found nothing. She said that the people I stole from had kept their stuff well today! I went to bed very sad.
Tuesday, April 10th 1990 Susan told me that that uncle was touching her in different parts of her body. I still don’t get it. Maybe, he wanted to give her sweets. I wanted Susan to talk us there. But she said her mum told her that when an uncle or any man touched her that she was going to have a baby. A baby? Diary, can Susan have a baby now that mum still calls us babies? I don’t get the whole thing. Where did he touch her? Even Susan couldn’t tell me. She told me that she has stopped going there and would want me to do the same. I didn’t have a choice as it was her that took me there. I really miss the sweets. A lot too.
Wednesday. Mum told me early this morning that I would change my school . I am glad and sad at the same time. Because I would meet many new friends and sad because I would miss my best friend,Susan.I think I would meet another nice uncle and eat a lot of sweets. Right, diary?.
Exams! I have to study hard, mum said so that I can get the transfer to the school she wanted for me. Diary, I have to keep you somewhere for a long while. I will let you know how the whole thing went later.
August 25th 1990 Today is Saturday! Well, I missed you so much diary. Did u miss me too? . Me? I am looking forward to school in two weeks. I would meet new people too. I miss Susan and I still hope to find out what that uncle did to her.But she just wont make me understand. She looked so sad that day.
Monday10th September, 1990. Few days to my birthday, diary! I hope they remember my birthday this year. I went to my new school and my friends didn’t like me. I don’t like them either. I want my new school back. Mum won’t let me choose my school. I am not sure I like my mummy! Even daddy is just there. I feel this house is just too boring for me to like. The uncles and aunties here are just too wicked.
Tuesday 11th September, 1990. I made a new friend today because I shared my biscuits with him. His name is Paul. Paul is nice to me and he showed me round the school and I was happy. I like Paul, diary. He is my first friend in my new school.
Wednesday 12th September, 1990. I made more friends. It was Paul that helped me make them. I like them too- David, Sarah, Bridget, Eunice and Margret. I like Sarah- she makes all of us laugh so much. I am beginning to like my new school and friends too! It didn’t matter how long I stayed at home, I always wanted to be with my friends in school.
Yippee,today is the 14th, and I cant wait for my birthday to be here. I think ten years is a good age to be big indeed. Right,diary? Mum said I would take some sweets to my school and cakes too. Last year was so bad because my cake fell on the way to school. I cried so much that day. Mum beat me when I got home that day. Was it not my cake that got broken? I don't like my mum,diary. I am so sure now. She beats me a lot! I like you diary instead, though you cant talk back to me ,you are here to listen. My birthday is comingggggggggg. Goodnight.
Mum bought my cake today from that cake shop down the road. Today is Sunday .
Yesterday ,she bought the sweets that I would take to school. Daddy said he would buy me a new dress but he hasn't. I will wait till the end of today for the magic he wants to do. Dad is too busy to have my time while mum is too much on my case. I wish it was different. Diary,am glad you are here..
Monday,17th September,1990. I am ten years old today! I have come to tell you that first,diary. I am thinking of giving you a name. I would soon. I want us to be closer. That is mum yelling early already at something I didn't do right. Even my birthday isn't spared?! I do hope today goes well,diary. It has started on a bad note. Talk to you later.
Today at school was ok. Everyone said my cake tasted nice. Paul and Bridget are so nice. They are brother and sister and they told me stories of how their mum and dad take them out every weekends. I asked Bridget if she had any wicked uncle or aunt and she said no. I guess wicked aunties and uncles are only meant for me. I asked if I could come leave in their house and they said my mum wont let me. I know they are right. Happy birthday to me. Dad said he loves me. I don't believe him.
Dear diary, I want to take a break from you today and will be back in December. Long? Yes, I have some people who have come to live here with me in my room and mum and dad said they will be here for that long. I wont be able to talk to you like I would want to. So till they go,I will try and keep records of all that happened to me. Ok?
Today is 30th September.
Diary, am so sad. I had to come to you quickly and bring you with me to the toilet. The uncle and aunt that have come to stay with me in my room are bad people. They are doing some funny things to themselves and they disturb me very night. The sounds they make is so loud and disturbing. What do they do? I don't know and cant explain ...Ok,yes. I can explain a little. The uncle stays on top of the aunt and they just shout! My bed is so big and can take all of us but the sound is so loud. I can't tell mum ,she wont believe me. Why would they be so loud .Why would they not sleep side by side instead of disturbing me at night. And when I look,they shout even more but that shout is louder than the one they make when they are together. I am sad. I don't understand alot of things and I cant ask anyone. Good! I will ask Paul and Bridget when I get to see them soon.
Today is December 20th,1990.
Happy new year to you ,diary. That uncle has left now and the aunty is still there. She has started to be nice to me. She said I am beautiful. Today is 31st December ,1990.
N.B: The names mentioned here are fictitious and does not bear resemblance with any persons or group of persons living or dead.
Awemoreborelanlay
Day 2.
Wednesday, April 4th, 1990. Mummy said I didn’t behave well today at school. She said I didn’t act my age either and that I still thought I was a kid. Was it not just yesterday she told me that I am a child and was not to get that big piece of meat! I really don’t get it. Maybe, when my birthday comes, she will give me another reason why I wont eat that kind of big meat. Just maybe. That lesson teacher is so disturbing. I don’t like arithmetic and I doubt if I ever will. Here he comes, I have to go, diary. Talk to you tomorrow. The day ends when that lesson teacher comes!!
Thursday, April 5th, 1990. I like my new pair of socks. So white and I am sure it will bring some attention to me today. Susan will want her mum to buy her new ones too. Dairy, I wasn’t to wear those socks today, mum didn’t know I wore it because I put it in my bag and wore it on the way to school. She thought I still had the old one. She told me to behave my age yesterday and that is what I am doing. I should be able to wear my socks when I feel like it. By now, I wash my socks myself am happy! Like I thought, Susan told her mum to buy her socks too. That girl! She likes my kind of things. I went with her to her house today after school. My driver didn’t come and when he did, and looked everywhere for me and didn’t find me, he went home. Only to return with mum to find me waiting. Mummy blamed him that he didn’t find me and they took me home. I was lucky to escape that. Diary, back at Susan’s house wasn’t a good gist though. How was I to explain to anyone that that uncle that lives near Susan’s house wanted me to come with him. I really don’t know why he wanted me to come to his house but something tells me that it isn’t a good idea. Yeah, that reminds me, last year when we went to the village for Christmas, another uncle of my uncle’s wife’s brother wanted me to come with him to his house. I had gone with him already and was still eating the food he gave me when mum came to get me there. And she beat me so much that day that I knew I wasn’t going to ever tell her about this one again or another! Why would only uncles want you to come with them? The aunties don’t seem to care. Diary, maybe, uncles are nicer than aunties? Maybe. So, that was how today went. That uncle in my village was touching my hair as I ate. WHy? Dad doesn't do that or mum!
Friday, April 6th, 1990. Susan thinks that uncle near her house is nice too and she wants me to come with her today to see him. She told me that he brought her many sweets and biscuits. I never got as many biscuits as I wanted and when I asked dad, mum won’t let him buy them. So, maybe that uncle could help with that. Susan said I didn’t have to tell anyone when that uncle gives me those things. I won’t. So, after school hours, we went to the uncle’s place. He was so happy to see us. He brought out many nice things- sweets, biscuits and chocolates! I knew this uncle will be my favorite for long! Wow! We had to leave early today because I didn’t want the driver to come waiting for too long. So, I went home and when mum checked my bag and found those things, she asked how and where I got them but I didn’t say anything and she beat me.
Saturday, April 7th 1990 I was so sick that I was in bed all day. Diary, I want to go away from my house! It is so somehow here. I get beaten for taking sweets again? Anyway, I don’t have anything to say today. I am not feeling well.
Monday,April 9th 1990 Am sorry, diary, I didn’t tell you anything yesterday. I was still ill. Nothing happened. Only that mum kept saying a lot of things I didn’t like and she was still asking who it was that I stole the sweets from.Even today, I had to pretend I was better so as to go to school to see that uncle and eat a lot of sweets. This time, I won’t take too much so that mummy won’t check my bag and beat me again. Susan was not happy at school today, I asked her why and she took me to the back of the class room and told me. She said that that uncle was a bad uncle. Bad uncle? I asked her. I don’t understand Susan, diary. She promised telling me more tomorrow. But all through the night, that was what I thought about. I was really sad that we didn’t go to the uncle today, I really wanted sweets! Mummy searched my bag and found nothing. She said that the people I stole from had kept their stuff well today! I went to bed very sad.
Tuesday, April 10th 1990 Susan told me that that uncle was touching her in different parts of her body. I still don’t get it. Maybe, he wanted to give her sweets. I wanted Susan to talk us there. But she said her mum told her that when an uncle or any man touched her that she was going to have a baby. A baby? Diary, can Susan have a baby now that mum still calls us babies? I don’t get the whole thing. Where did he touch her? Even Susan couldn’t tell me. She told me that she has stopped going there and would want me to do the same. I didn’t have a choice as it was her that took me there. I really miss the sweets. A lot too.
Wednesday. Mum told me early this morning that I would change my school . I am glad and sad at the same time. Because I would meet many new friends and sad because I would miss my best friend,Susan.I think I would meet another nice uncle and eat a lot of sweets. Right, diary?.
Exams! I have to study hard, mum said so that I can get the transfer to the school she wanted for me. Diary, I have to keep you somewhere for a long while. I will let you know how the whole thing went later.
August 25th 1990 Today is Saturday! Well, I missed you so much diary. Did u miss me too? . Me? I am looking forward to school in two weeks. I would meet new people too. I miss Susan and I still hope to find out what that uncle did to her.But she just wont make me understand. She looked so sad that day.
Monday10th September, 1990. Few days to my birthday, diary! I hope they remember my birthday this year. I went to my new school and my friends didn’t like me. I don’t like them either. I want my new school back. Mum won’t let me choose my school. I am not sure I like my mummy! Even daddy is just there. I feel this house is just too boring for me to like. The uncles and aunties here are just too wicked.
Tuesday 11th September, 1990. I made a new friend today because I shared my biscuits with him. His name is Paul. Paul is nice to me and he showed me round the school and I was happy. I like Paul, diary. He is my first friend in my new school.
Wednesday 12th September, 1990. I made more friends. It was Paul that helped me make them. I like them too- David, Sarah, Bridget, Eunice and Margret. I like Sarah- she makes all of us laugh so much. I am beginning to like my new school and friends too! It didn’t matter how long I stayed at home, I always wanted to be with my friends in school.
Yippee,today is the 14th, and I cant wait for my birthday to be here. I think ten years is a good age to be big indeed. Right,diary? Mum said I would take some sweets to my school and cakes too. Last year was so bad because my cake fell on the way to school. I cried so much that day. Mum beat me when I got home that day. Was it not my cake that got broken? I don't like my mum,diary. I am so sure now. She beats me a lot! I like you diary instead, though you cant talk back to me ,you are here to listen. My birthday is comingggggggggg. Goodnight.
Mum bought my cake today from that cake shop down the road. Today is Sunday .
Yesterday ,she bought the sweets that I would take to school. Daddy said he would buy me a new dress but he hasn't. I will wait till the end of today for the magic he wants to do. Dad is too busy to have my time while mum is too much on my case. I wish it was different. Diary,am glad you are here..
Monday,17th September,1990. I am ten years old today! I have come to tell you that first,diary. I am thinking of giving you a name. I would soon. I want us to be closer. That is mum yelling early already at something I didn't do right. Even my birthday isn't spared?! I do hope today goes well,diary. It has started on a bad note. Talk to you later.
Today at school was ok. Everyone said my cake tasted nice. Paul and Bridget are so nice. They are brother and sister and they told me stories of how their mum and dad take them out every weekends. I asked Bridget if she had any wicked uncle or aunt and she said no. I guess wicked aunties and uncles are only meant for me. I asked if I could come leave in their house and they said my mum wont let me. I know they are right. Happy birthday to me. Dad said he loves me. I don't believe him.
Dear diary, I want to take a break from you today and will be back in December. Long? Yes, I have some people who have come to live here with me in my room and mum and dad said they will be here for that long. I wont be able to talk to you like I would want to. So till they go,I will try and keep records of all that happened to me. Ok?
Today is 30th September.
Diary, am so sad. I had to come to you quickly and bring you with me to the toilet. The uncle and aunt that have come to stay with me in my room are bad people. They are doing some funny things to themselves and they disturb me very night. The sounds they make is so loud and disturbing. What do they do? I don't know and cant explain ...Ok,yes. I can explain a little. The uncle stays on top of the aunt and they just shout! My bed is so big and can take all of us but the sound is so loud. I can't tell mum ,she wont believe me. Why would they be so loud .Why would they not sleep side by side instead of disturbing me at night. And when I look,they shout even more but that shout is louder than the one they make when they are together. I am sad. I don't understand alot of things and I cant ask anyone. Good! I will ask Paul and Bridget when I get to see them soon.
Today is December 20th,1990.
Happy new year to you ,diary. That uncle has left now and the aunty is still there. She has started to be nice to me. She said I am beautiful. Today is 31st December ,1990.
N.B: The names mentioned here are fictitious and does not bear resemblance with any persons or group of persons living or dead.
Awemoreborelanlay
Day 2.
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Let's call it ,''The Diary of Anne Frank''.
Have you ever had access to someone's diary? Well,maybe a few of us nosy parkers. I got quite interested in seemingly intriguing folks while growing up,so I would comb their drawers in search of that little secret and your guess is as good as mine, I got caught a couple of times. Miraculously, as the years rolled by, you could almost write my death sentence and address to the assassin and ask me to deliver it without me wanting to check through! I just lost the ''zeal''. If it wasn't addressed to me, I wont open it. Guess that had to do with the fact that I have come to understand that we all have our little (and BIG) secrets too! Truthfully though, with people that I care so much about,I tend to find myself desiring to be a part of their everything. I try...I don't push it!
But the gist of this day is about one that is seeking or rather has sought my permission to read her business! Her diary,I mean. I kid you not,people. I talk to you about a diary that bears some of the most amazing,silliest,craziest,dirtiest secrets of this young lady in just 29 years of her life! Invitation to poke?! Wonders will never cease. I should have simply waited till now those years that I fought to read other people's stuff!
''Awemoreborelanlay is my friend on Facebook. Though we have never met, I want her to write my story. Would you bring her to have my diary read and written in her style? I think I like that gal's attitude to writing and stuff. I think she is mad enough to handle 'me' story' - her words to her brother as I was told.
I was contracted and contacted! And, I agreed...
Now, did I hear those who know Omobolanle say,''it is only Awemoreborelanlay that could have agreed to that kinda arrangement!'' *Laughing out loud*! You bet!
She doesn't live in Lagos,so I had planned a visit to see her. Luckily,it was the same week I was to be out of Lagos!
It was easy locating the address her brother gave me... And so with the cloak of Awemoreborelanlay on, I was at her bedside.
She had asked to be taken home and also expressed how that she would want to die in her room- yeah! hER room. Where she had written from over the years. Her room where she had cried from over the years. Yes,indeed where she had laughed so hard and loud and said all those things to herself. It was this same room that for 29 years that she had dreamed those dreams and thought that they would come to pass.
Shush...this same room had also housed her doubts! How can these things be? She had truthfully always doubted! It is safer to come in terms with that bitter truth now ,after all,life was ebbing out slowly and surely...
I have gone and come back with the ''trailer '' load of diaries and in the weeks that will follow, I shall be sharing with you ,''The Diary of Anne Frank.''
But the gist of this day is about one that is seeking or rather has sought my permission to read her business! Her diary,I mean. I kid you not,people. I talk to you about a diary that bears some of the most amazing,silliest,craziest,dirtiest secrets of this young lady in just 29 years of her life! Invitation to poke?! Wonders will never cease. I should have simply waited till now those years that I fought to read other people's stuff!
''Awemoreborelanlay is my friend on Facebook. Though we have never met, I want her to write my story. Would you bring her to have my diary read and written in her style? I think I like that gal's attitude to writing and stuff. I think she is mad enough to handle 'me' story' - her words to her brother as I was told.
I was contracted and contacted! And, I agreed...
Now, did I hear those who know Omobolanle say,''it is only Awemoreborelanlay that could have agreed to that kinda arrangement!'' *Laughing out loud*! You bet!
She doesn't live in Lagos,so I had planned a visit to see her. Luckily,it was the same week I was to be out of Lagos!
It was easy locating the address her brother gave me... And so with the cloak of Awemoreborelanlay on, I was at her bedside.
She had asked to be taken home and also expressed how that she would want to die in her room- yeah! hER room. Where she had written from over the years. Her room where she had cried from over the years. Yes,indeed where she had laughed so hard and loud and said all those things to herself. It was this same room that for 29 years that she had dreamed those dreams and thought that they would come to pass.
Shush...this same room had also housed her doubts! How can these things be? She had truthfully always doubted! It is safer to come in terms with that bitter truth now ,after all,life was ebbing out slowly and surely...
I have gone and come back with the ''trailer '' load of diaries and in the weeks that will follow, I shall be sharing with you ,''The Diary of Anne Frank.''
Monday, August 17, 2009
Is it by the souvenir?
I had just finished washing my clothes around 8:30am that Saturday morning and was trying to set aside the plastic buckets that I had used. When suddenly,I noticed something rather ironic about two of the four that I was holding. There were both souvenirs at a wedding that I had attended some few years back and I not just attended,I performed major roles or how else was I to describe my nomination as bridesmaid at both?
Then I read out loud what the sticker on each bucket had:
XYZA weds ABCDT
Saturday..., 2002.
Happy married life.
Courtesy: Bride's family.
TUFT weds JUHGT
Today,Saturday ... 2007
Thanks for making our day
Presented by:The couple.
It was the former that got me thinking this note...
-Was it not the same lovebirds who on that day in 2002 , couldn't keep their hands off each other and in fact stole glances at each other and almost couldn't wait for the officiating minister to be done with the plight your troth thingy, who were now sworn enemies?!
-Was it not that same wedding day that parents prayed that ''our own too will come?''
Hmmm...
-Was it not this kinda wedding that single ladies asked for? We should be careful what we desire,I tell you!
To think that the souvenir has been with me since then and in fact has defiled my clumsiness and had not gotten broken in spite of the many falls from yours faithfully.
I was also wondering why the quality of the souvenir could not have been used in exchange for the calamity that befall the marriage? I mean,it wont be too far from the truth to say that the quality of the souvenir is better than the quality of the event it represented. What a shame!
My heart simply bled as I went down memory lane...That marriage had only lasted for a year!
Then ,I took a look at the other souvenir. It is actually a blue one while the former is purple. This blue one is broken already. No thanks to me! :-) But I still have it as it is useful for holding anything else apart from liquids! This souvenir is just two years old and the marriage is still strong and facing all the challenges of this life together.Talk about those life threats of death,sickness,quarrels,family differences and all those other things that marrying someone other than you entails. Feel me?
Then,I thought to ask you these questions...
What has the color of the souvenir got to do with it?
What has the quality of the souvenir got to do with it?
What are souvenirs supposed to remind of? The good ,the bad and the what?
What are the souvenirs for,anyway?
Hmmm.. too serious minded? Just wondering!!!
It is another Saturday again and to begin to tell you about how that people scramble for souvenirs at events like it is the essence of the whole thingy wont be anything I will be eager to do!
Hmmmm...
To begin to tell you how that not having(enough) souvenirs to distribute at your event will attract name calling wont also be anything I wanna venture into! *As if that is all that will guarantee the success or not!!!*
To begin to tell you the number of people who have had to chatter a cab all the way back home cos of the load of souvenirs they were /not given is by no means any thing I wanna talk about!
To begin to tell you about how that some couples haven't come out of a debt situation because they had to do all they could to see that souvenirs were in excess on their D-day isn't some fun thing to do right now!
To begin to tell you the number of people who have had to chatter a cab all the way back home cos of the load of souvenirs they were /not given is by no means any thing I wanna talk about!
To begin to tell you about how that some couples haven't come out of a debt situation because they had to do all they could to see that souvenirs were in excess on their D-day isn't some fun thing to do right now!
To begin to tell you that Saturdays are already regarded as sacred days set aside for weddings,burials/'re-burials',house-warming and things of the nature. Just so that people have the opportunity to wear 'sky scrapping' head gears and be in their best as if their coming to eat ''our rice'' will ultimately guarantee the (long) duration of the vows that ''we'' exchanged!
To begin to tell you how warped some of our priorities to the things that really matter are is not my intention here.
Ok,I admit that having highlighted all these points has given me away but please answer this for me, ''IS IT BY THE SOUVENIR?''
Awemoreborelanlay
15082009.
Then I read out loud what the sticker on each bucket had:
XYZA weds ABCDT
Saturday..., 2002.
Happy married life.
Courtesy: Bride's family.
TUFT weds JUHGT
Today,Saturday ... 2007
Thanks for making our day
Presented by:The couple.
It was the former that got me thinking this note...
-Was it not the same lovebirds who on that day in 2002 , couldn't keep their hands off each other and in fact stole glances at each other and almost couldn't wait for the officiating minister to be done with the plight your troth thingy, who were now sworn enemies?!
-Was it not that same wedding day that parents prayed that ''our own too will come?''
Hmmm...
-Was it not this kinda wedding that single ladies asked for? We should be careful what we desire,I tell you!
To think that the souvenir has been with me since then and in fact has defiled my clumsiness and had not gotten broken in spite of the many falls from yours faithfully.
I was also wondering why the quality of the souvenir could not have been used in exchange for the calamity that befall the marriage? I mean,it wont be too far from the truth to say that the quality of the souvenir is better than the quality of the event it represented. What a shame!
My heart simply bled as I went down memory lane...That marriage had only lasted for a year!
Then ,I took a look at the other souvenir. It is actually a blue one while the former is purple. This blue one is broken already. No thanks to me! :-) But I still have it as it is useful for holding anything else apart from liquids! This souvenir is just two years old and the marriage is still strong and facing all the challenges of this life together.Talk about those life threats of death,sickness,quarrels,family differences and all those other things that marrying someone other than you entails. Feel me?
Then,I thought to ask you these questions...
What has the color of the souvenir got to do with it?
What has the quality of the souvenir got to do with it?
What are souvenirs supposed to remind of? The good ,the bad and the what?
What are the souvenirs for,anyway?
Hmmm.. too serious minded? Just wondering!!!
It is another Saturday again and to begin to tell you about how that people scramble for souvenirs at events like it is the essence of the whole thingy wont be anything I will be eager to do!
Hmmmm...
To begin to tell you how that not having(enough) souvenirs to distribute at your event will attract name calling wont also be anything I wanna venture into! *As if that is all that will guarantee the success or not!!!*
Buckets are just what they are! B-U-C-K-E-T-S!
To begin to tell you the number of people who have had to chatter a cab all the way back home cos of the load of souvenirs they were /not given is by no means any thing I wanna talk about!
To begin to tell you about how that some couples haven't come out of a debt situation because they had to do all they could to see that souvenirs were in excess on their D-day isn't some fun thing to do right now!
To begin to tell you the number of people who have had to chatter a cab all the way back home cos of the load of souvenirs they were /not given is by no means any thing I wanna talk about!
To begin to tell you about how that some couples haven't come out of a debt situation because they had to do all they could to see that souvenirs were in excess on their D-day isn't some fun thing to do right now!
To begin to tell you that Saturdays are already regarded as sacred days set aside for weddings,burials/'re-burials',house-warming and things of the nature. Just so that people have the opportunity to wear 'sky scrapping' head gears and be in their best as if their coming to eat ''our rice'' will ultimately guarantee the (long) duration of the vows that ''we'' exchanged!
Souvenir(s) to the rescue?!
To begin to tell you how warped some of our priorities to the things that really matter are is not my intention here.
Ok,I admit that having highlighted all these points has given me away but please answer this for me, ''IS IT BY THE SOUVENIR?''
Awemoreborelanlay
15082009.
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