Perer Ford: Diary of a Stranger のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 101 - チャプター 110

It was still noon and the dusty wind blew dead leaves that hugged my face. I am not talking about random hugs but real hugs. Hugs that touches the heart and reaches the darkest part of the soul. Do you understand how that feels?Today, I sat at a lonely corner with my palm below my chin. I was still thinking about Uncle Max relationship as I sat down. I was still thinking about Uncle Max relationship even when I bought some biscuits and ate it slowly. Today, I watched as men and women hastily walked with hasty feet and for a moment I stopped and stood like an iroko tree. I stood and watched men talk about a soccer game that ended with their favorite team losing.  I stood and watched women talk about a man in the market who refused to give his daughter food although she was complaining bitterly that she was hungry.Today wasn't just like any other day. It drove me back to the days when all I had to think about was how to wake up and walk to school. The feelings of

Outside the window, I saw the moon giving up its light as I watched the first shade of dawn fall. All night long it had been horrific; but now everything was starting to get back to normal. I could hear Uncle Max's voice from my room. He was phoning someone and telling the person that he wouldn't come to work today because of some issues he had to settle. Some issues involving, I and Miss Bisi. Honestly, apart from the dispute he had with Miss Bisi some days ago, I don't see any other issue that could be settled if not that.I stiffened as I heard the door creak. "Who is that?" I asked.There was no reply."Who is that?" I asked again.Still, there was no reply.Impatiently, I ignored the sound of the door and focused on the dream I had yesterday about Danny. It was a terrible dream that left a lot of trails. The dream was not the only thing that surprised me because a part of me felt it was coming especially after the series of dreams

"Most people who don't know anything about me are usually so eager to rush into conclusions. They say I am abnormal because I don't talk much but sit in a dark corner and stare with a strange silence which is totally untrue. I know my silence is not my poor skills in social communication rather a dark mystery I am yet to understand. I have been dead a long time ago before Christmas bells filled my heart with joy. I have been dead a long time ago before I even learnt how to walk or run. I have been dead before the first new moon ushered the December rains and spluttered muddy water into the new yam tendrils that were slowly springing to life. I can't remember my turning point vividly, the day I died I mean; I have lived that day my whole entire life. Sometimes I imagine myself swimming in a deep blue sea, challenging the sharks into a desperate speedy test knowing fully well that I will lose, knowing fully well tha

The last day of the month is usually not my favorite day of the month. It is the day when I feel grateful that the burden of the current month was finally coming to an end.As today began, I felt a certain degree of failure. I felt the failure of not being able to recall the past clearly. Whenever I think about the people I have met in the past and how they would act as though they were some god of intelligence, it irks me. I just remembered a man I met a long time ago. He was so curious to understand my perspective about God. What could I have said? Well, God is a sky magical being. I didn't even drop the remaining words before he burst into a ridiculous laughter. You feel the embarrassment that I felt? Perhaps no, because you are not me.The first

Explaining to my friend about my illness and some aspects of my life was the best thing I did today. Dear Henry,You know that day I said I was really sick and couldn't bear the rays the phone was emitting, that wasn't the beginning of the illness. But then, there are lots of my friends that I didn't want to fail to be there to comfort them that's one reason I had to persevere.From my understanding and what I have been taking note of in my life, it triggers when there are too many noisy people around, when I hear too much sound, when I'm exposed to too much rays of light, when am in a very hot place like walking under a hot sun or too much stress. When did my illness start? It started the moment this month began. But I don’t want to spend the whole of today talking about my illness rather I want t