All form of rebellions starts from somewhere whether it is accepting the friendly voice that advices you to go and steal from your friend or the cunning voice that tells you to jump from a cliff.
For me, three years ago was the beginning. It was my first time of standing in the side of God in front of Dad. It was also the day I felt learnt how to boil hot water without burning my fingers. I can't really remember whether the rain was falling at that point or whether it had stopped falling but I know that everywhere was cold. Not the kind of cold that has to deal with hard feelings but the kind of cold you would associate with the weather because of the rain. Dad had just came back from work and he was not in a real good mood because he kept on complaining about a board meeting that did not end well. Mum on the other hand was in the kitchen trying to prepare tea for Danny.
Although I tried my hardest to make Dad feel better, he just couldn't follow my flow. He was
This is the last day of the month and what is the best way to end the month than to express myself freely. I have read a lot of stories where people try to spread the message of God in a distinct way. Stories that were designed to touch the hearts of weak men and make them feel they owe God something. Even though they are written in a twisted fashion just like the story I am about to tell, I can still smell a lot of lies in it. Are you ready?A young painter came to a restaurant in the middle of the city one evening to have a meal. The owner who was an old man in his early seventies decided to lure the painter into a conversation with him only to find out that the young painter was trying to save some money for his dying mother so she could be able to come to the city and be treated properly by a trained medical practitioner in order for her to stand a chance of surviving. The young painter had a father, a wife and two young
Perhaps I was feeling differently because today was the first day of the month. Perhaps I was feeling weightless because my WAEC exams were starting soon. Perhaps I was tired of thinking too much about God. I really don't know what was wrong with my mind.Today, I decided to take a look at a magazine in Dad's house. I think the magazine belongs to Sarah because it was a Christian magazine. As we all know, Dad is an agnostic so am I.Inside the magazine was an article written by a Mormon who had spent months in Puerto Rico and a state in the United States of America called Washington. I was hoping to write a long entry today detailing my expectations for the new month but I am too tired because of tomorrow's trip. Dad, Stacy, Rita and I are going to a special place in town and I am overjoyed with the thoughts of meeting new people. I will leave you with the article of Elder Wyatt Martin.Here is what he wrote in the article:My name is Elder Ma
Dad ran to a wooden box and hit it so hard that it broke. We were all tensed to see his next reaction. Stacy was in the middle of the room, smoking while Rita was focused on pleasing Dad by giving him whatever he wanted. I was just somewhere in the wide room, watching the whole drama."Where is it?" Dad asked."Check the other wallet," Rita replied."But I can't find anything there."Dad saw nothing as he took a good look at the other wallet inside the wooden box. Carefully, he took hold of the third wallet and opened it."Turn it around," Rita advised.A huge smile appeared on Dad's face as he found what he was looking for in the wallet."Finally!" Stacy whispered, throwing the half-eaten cigarette on the floor. The smell of the smoke nearly choked me but I was able to cover my nose properly before it affected me."So what do we do now?" Rita asked."We destroy i
A window opened in the silent room. A bell clanged in the dark room. A short woman's voice sang out impatiently:"It is time to get out from your morning slumber!"A roar of thunder followed suddenly. Dried feet ran from one end of the room to another, swishing across the wooden floor until the short woman's voice ceased abruptly."Today, we will be seeing something unique. Something that has never been seen before in the open. Prepare your eyes for you will be marvelled when you come in contact with the awesome nature of God.""Okay," a sleepy mumble came out from a young woman.The beds were stacked together and I woke up from dream. It was a strange vision.
Dad usually takes a ride to get me lunch whenever he feels like I am very pissed. After the incident that happened on the second of April everything changed. He didn't look at me as often as I wanted and he was serious when he told me I was no longer a part of the agnostic club. It was a shock to me when he raised his voice and banished me from the group I was starting to see as my home. Banishment meant I no longer had the easy pass to attend any of their meetings. It meant there was nothing I shared with Rita, Stacy and him.I felt totally useless today as I remembered the picture he was burning. I felt totally shaken as I remembered the dream I had on the fourth of April. I know I spent a great deal of time on the month of March writing long meaningless entries because it meant a lot to me. March was a month where I was hoping my silent march to a new dawn would finally be made possible but as they say, you never can tell when your bell is up. You never can tell when
Absurdism is a philosophy which holds that the universe is chaotic and irrational and that any attempt to impose order will ultimately fail.Before Aunty Matilda visited today, I had an argument with Goodness over the phone. It started when I told him that I firmly believed that some people knew too much to the extent that they are unable to accept that they actually know nothing. Goodness said my statement was false. He said when you know too much, you are aware of the infinity you do not know. Hence, the realisation that you know nothing at all.I wasn't ready to accept defeat easily and I told him that his words only applied to humble people. After that, I asked him what will result when pride comes in the mind of knowledgeable people. I asked him how many knowledgeable people choose to accept the truth that they don't know. Then I told him that very few if not zero choose to accept the undeniable truth that we are all limited thinkers. We ended the call by no
After spending time with Aunty Matilda and thinking about the magazine written by Elder Wyatt Martin, I felt moved to take my first step in reaching out to the being who claimed to be the creator of mankind. The first thing I did was to pay a visit to the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. A church which sat proudly at the centre of Port-Harcourt. Its walls shimmering with hope."Hey Perer! How are you doing?""I am good. Do I know you from somewhere?"The intruder who was invading my privacy formed a smile on his face."I don't think we have met before but I have seen your Dad's wife here sometimes. I remember her saying her name was Sarah. It is good to know that you are doing well. To introduce myself, my name is Elder Moses! I live in Benue State in the Northern part of Nigeria! I love cooking and the outdoors. I also love playing sports! What do you love to do?"I was surprised at t
Sarah felt thoroughly empty and guilty today. She couldn't force herself to do anything, not even prayer. She looked like someone who had lost a child after a heavy fall. She was silent."Was there something bad that I did to you?"That was Dad's voice."It is your wife. I feel guilty for taking you away from her," Sarah said."It is not your fault. I am the one who made that decision not you.""I am still at fault for luring you away from your marriage. What was I thinking!"Dad dried Sarah's eyes. "Don't be too hard on yourself. It is not your fault that I am out of my marriage. My wife just doesn't value me the same way that you value me. She doesn't wants to know how I feel about certain issues. She is just too selfish and possessive."Sarah's voice went flat. "But she is still your wife. You are still married to her. She is still the mother of your children. Just take a good look at me. Do I look like a first wife to you? D