DEAR DIARY

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Episode one

The rest of my summer didn't come with more episodes and drama. I had gone to spend a week with Karmsi and was glad i didn't have to stay in my estate and risk seeing Prince. It was bad enough that he changed his dp and was online twelve hours a day but still didn't message me not that i was stalking him . It just hurt that he didn't bother to look back, to pick up the pieces and prove me wrong. I wished he could say something...anything to make me believe he wasn't what i concluded about him but for weeks there was nothing. Just a lonely me waiting for a miracle .  I soon concluded there wasn't going to be any intervention and admitted to myself that Prince had abandoned me. Of course, it cheapened me and i was determined to save Priscillia from the same feeling: the depression and heartbreak. As a beautiful girl, every guy would definitely want her and as a celebrity, she could have anything she wants. So why did she think Prince was the best that could ever happen to her?  Purity of the heart and care for my neighbour has always been one of my core values and i wasn't going to sit back and watch her mess her self up because she didn't believe in herself as much as i believed in her. I was determined to help her and the numerous messages i dropped in her DM didn't seem to catch her attention. She never read any. So much for having that number of fans!

Again i picked up that imaginary wand that made my first wish come true: The wish to meet her in the first place. I wished for a second meeting and a third chance to perfectly sail on the boat of friendship i intended to build. This time i had a sweet feeling in my guts. The custodians of fate arranged the cards.

DEAR DIARY

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Episode one.
 
   I picked the date and the place. It was my favourite eatery and the closest to my street so i didn't have to worry about traffic and transport.
I put everything on outfit. My favourite blue jean, my sleek lilac tank top, a cool shirt and my everyday face cap. It was too simple for a first date but it was summer and it protected me from the unforgiving heat from the blistering of the rays of sweltering sun. It was comfortable and didn't make my mum suspect i was going on a date.
African parents don't like the idea of teenage dating but like the saying "life starts when you are a teen" i was ready to live and not just exist.  Coincidentally, Prince and i wore similar outfit except his inner was a white round neck, his shirt was brighter than mine and he wore sneakers. Unlike me, i had worn my heeled sandals to elevate my height a bit. No one likes a 'short rat' for a date and i was willing to do everything to impress him.  I ordered for chicken and chips and of course a bottle of coke to cool with. Prince said he wasn't hungry so he took only a bottle of fanta.
I wanted us to sit on the sofas at the corners of the room where we could sit next to each other and maybe touch each other's hand every time 'accidentally'. A little intimacy on a first wasn't so much of a big deal.  But Prince preferred the spot directly in  front of the Air conditioner. The exact spot my friend Labake and Esther had picked the previous year when celebrating our success in an impromptu speech i competed in.
The exact spot that prohibited ' accidental touches'

The spot that caused our conversation to be clean, clear and hilarious.
If only we weren't three feet apart. 😢

DEAR DIARY

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Episode 1

Dear diary,
This was the first the first day of summer and like every other summer, it was the season of fun and relaxation.  Unlike foreign countries with different other seasons : winter,spring and autumn, Nigeria seems to be led by the holy spirit. It rains when it wishes and could be hot enough to roast a plantain a minute after. Often times i have been beaten by the rain in Ikeja only to get to Maryland and find dry land .

God was indeed awesome.  The general idea of an awesome summer is throwing pool parties and picnics at the beach, putting on shorts and spaghetti armed singlets with sun glasses but i was aquaphobic and thalassophobic : big body of water? Kindly shoot me in the head instead.  Karmsi had once made fun of me saying i am a run-away mermaid and that's why i have the fear of water.
The things Karmsi says.

My idea of a perfect summer was spending it with someone special someplace very comfortable. That 'someone' being my bestfriend and that 'someplace' being my house.
Like the saying there's never a place like home.

DEAR DIARY

DEAR DIARY

Scene Two.

  I know I promised not to share my worst experience with anybody but I had to break vow.
I could hardly bare the pain in my heart which wasn't totally from the experience but the itch in my guts to tell someone yet not anyone. I didn't want anyone to laugh at me yet I couldn't keep it a secret.
  Meet Karmsi.  She is not anyone. She is my bestfriend and like every best friend, she was always there for me when i needed her except that she could be very annoying sometimes. We never kept a secret from each other and I began to feel like I was breaking the trust between us by keeping it away from her so when she came to my house to pay me a friendly visit, I decided it was finally time to let the cat out of the bag .
  Her reaction was unexpected and unpredictable. I had imagined she would get angry at me for telling her a week after instead of a second after like we always did.
  But the moment I completed the story about my ordeal , she burst into a loud dramatic laughter that filled my room bouncing back in an hilarious echo.
  Anyone else would laugh and make fun of me but Karmsi wasn't anyone else... Or was she?