Nuella's DIARY

 It was about this time many years ago that they raided our village. We called it our little hide out. My go-to whenever I was tired of my home I had gone to the village to spend time with my grandma as it was holiday. Everyone in my nuclear family found it difficult to understand why I preferred the rusty  aura of the village to the sophisticated lifestyle of the city. I left them to wonder but what mattered to me was my happiness. I loved how strange things piqued my interest. For instance; my love for Ogene music. If I had my both airpods on, know that I was lost in thoughts of my heritage. Fantasizing the strength of my Forefathers in the display of aesthetics, their love for beauty, making use of the very little they had at their disposal to still look ravishing. The red beads seated graciously on the lower waists of the young ladies, dangling in unison as they dance to the sonorious harmony of the oja and ogene played by the young men. I missed my fantasies so I got on t...

  ... When I get to 14 i'll go to master's house. I will serve him better than these older guys. I'll learn to speak exactly as he does When he calls on me i'll scream yes sah! Then i'll have oat to eat i'll have a taste of their kind of palm wine. I'll be his choicest servant and i access into his room I'll steal from him and I'll run away. " Bless me father for I have sinned" "The Lord..." "I did it... I'm sorry... He told me. He taught me that they chose their fate. I felt privileged to be his favourite so I learnt and imbibed everything he told me. I was loyal to the core and that's why he willed half his properties to me" the middle aged man swallowed "and the other half to the church" "Who did what"Father Clement quizzed When the table is set before the universe and all languages, what do you think will be the common ground on which we'll choose to meet? Affluence ? When by the one ...

I used to be very confused. You'd often find me saying things like   So what do I do with it? What do I do with the battles in my head? I went through a lot that stemmed from my discontentment. First it was Fatima. No, it was Ese. Where do I even start?  How do I explain that I was coerced into stabbing Ese? Was I not in my room reading my book after lectures that very Thursday when I slept off and that weird  woman walked into my room for the umpteenth time Let's play a game...  The same thing she said when I made Fatima sick and absent from school for a whole year. Fatima had insulted me and I wanted her out of the way. So when an opportunity came to take her out, I didn't hesitate. I looked at her, really curious.what was it about this woman? It wasn't her first time walking into my room with scrabbles and screaming "let's play a game" and right from the first day I still don't know why I was cool with her. Maybe it's because she wore everythin...

A  divided opinion is not very appreciated in a dark room. Everything skill comes handy- carpentry, welding, art but not the lose tongue of a travelling philosopher who loves to hear the sound of his own voice. There's a story you should know...  In the beginning... No, let's begin from now. Four men are stuck in the dark scuffling about the ancient lock on the gate. One is a welder who makes the best of doors in his community. The one next to him who has just delved to the other part of the room in sheer confusion is a carpenter. He was supposed to be in the governor's house to receive his incentive for consistently delivering beautiful furnitures to the governor's quarters. He's a fine young man in his late thirties. The third is an artist whose choicest paintings seat gracefully in museums. He has the curators from various museums begging for his piece. You could tell how his eyes keeps peering at the gate from every angle The fourth and the last who seem to be t...