This is my life.......................................2

ROFWL!!! I was going through my diary and came about this crazy addition. I really felt I was going to die. Looking back on it now I know I can really survive anything.



EXCERPTS FROM MY DIARY.
I am dead. Ma life such as it is, is over. Nothing will ever be the same. I am going to be kidnapped, made a slave, eaten, or God know what else. Damn that never seen father of mine has ruined my life. In fact I ain't sure he’s my dad. Maybe I can get on the ‘MAURY’ show and get a DNA test done. I am royally screwed. Just after life was finally jellying. I can’t see beyond my tears right now diary. All I know is that I will return in one month from today if you are not stolen from me and I am still alive.

Okay enough with the suspense. I will tell you why I felt like going on a rampage I understand the situation better now and can make a decent explanation. You see the only way my mom could stay and work was by keeping her student visa active which is why the woman is always in school.

My dad was like kinda one of those ghost residents of the state that don't really exist on paper. Well the guy got tired of doing odd jobs and calmly walked in one day and said we were all moving back to the village. (Village ke? You see why I wanted to die. The man for say Lagos now? At least if I Google it something will come up). He thought it was funny to scare the shit out of us.

Imagine from a whole united states to ‘OKEAGBE’. Ondo people please don’t be mad. That was the first I ever heard of it and it sounded primitive. But I digress again.

Back to pop abi? Secretly I think the straw that broke the camel’s back was Uncle Deji (Pop’s younger brother) who at the mere age of 32 was getting a chieftaincy title (in recognition of all the money he spent tushing the village or should I say town up). Pop felt like such an underachiever. The land of milk and honey was no longer that (not without the right to work anyway). It was time to go home, hustle, chase ‘contract’, buy house and be the big man God promised him he will be (with uncle Deji showing him the way sha – no time for shakara in this o).

But haba I felt he should at least have left us while he came to ‘pour water on the ground’. Instead we all had to suffer together. Hmmmmmmm the stories I could tell you will kinda chill you bones. See this hungry people. I am not telling yet. I choose to go to more humorous things right now. After all I am now a Lag babe.

Unilag actually. I don’t know who uncle deji paid to get me here o!!! I thought for sure I was doing diploma. But out of nowhere my name came out on the list. Architecture!!!!!!! People I wanted to be a nuclear scientist. First black babe on Mars and all.
Well since I didn’t get that I waited one year and moved to chemical engineering. At least it is shorter and I can get to play with rocket fuel later. I love chemical. Not so demanding or maybe I haven’t reached that stage yet.
I wish I could tell you more but I need to go get dressed. I got a date (wink wink) tonight. If he treats me good you never know where we might just end up.

Talk to you soon. Tata.

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