Today, I spent more time studying mathematics and it was fun. I discovered something that will live in my mind for a long time.It is funny how you could discover a lot of things in little things that matter. I am very much aware that my interest in math has slowly reduced and has been replaced by a sudden call in the literary world because of my diary but it is beautiful to discover that even in literature, math has its place. Great men like Leonardo Da Vinci, Francis Bacon and Sir Isaac Newton proved this by fusing both fields wonderfully. After reading the book, Da Vinci Code by Dan Brown some days ago, I learnt of the Fibonacci series. A complex but very simple set of numbers that increase progressively by the addition of two preceding numbers. The Fibonacci series can be written in the order 1,1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, 34, 55, 89 etc. Here you would notice that, before the first 1 is nothing, so we can say nothing + 1=1 and 1+1=2, also 1+2=3, 2+3=5, 3+5=8 and s

Today was women's day. The eighth day of March. The day after I wrote my JAMB exam. The day after I left Dorothy because of what she had said to me.I thought of calling Mum today so I could tell her how much I missed her and how much I loved her but I didn't. I couldn't call her and tell her how much I loved her because I felt I didn't love her enough to tell her that.Whenever people composed beautiful words like, a man is only consciously aware of love when he is about to lose someone, they were usually right, but could they also mean that if he is not in a situation of losing someone he may not feel love?The days of creating spaces about love in my mind were far gone. Each passing day as I watch the hairs in my armpit and pubic region multiply, I have come to realize that I am getting closer to adulthood than I had expected. Yet, I was still the same old me - boring. Today, I didn't want to spend most of my time thinking about the many reasons

Remember the girl that I met on saturday during my JAMB exam? Dorothy lived in a two-bedroom apartment with her father on Python street - one of the few streets in Enugu that turned night into day and day into night.  During the hours past midnight, just before dawn, cars and motorcycles filled with exhaust fumes accelerated in an unfriendly manner punishing passers-by with pollution and unbearable noise. There was always a row of headlights, always a row of impatient drivers and sometimes, there was always an occasional row of vehicles mounted with headlights at their top, their sirens making the night difficult to pass through. Life in the night was the direct opposite of life in the day. The streets were more calmer in the day. It was as if the Python that caused havoc in the night had gone to bed. It was as if the spirits that circled the streets at night were night watchers and day sleepers. Dorothy told me she always found it hard to sleep at night when I asked her about

"My name is Mike. I am from Edo State. I am the first child of my parents. I turned seventeen last month, two days after I discovered that my mother was pregnant with a girl child. I was excited when I first heard the news from my father. I had waited so long for the day I would see a new baby in our home. When I was twelve years old, my mother had a miscarriage which made me feel bad because I was not there for her when she was crying for help. I lived with that guilt for a long time until I heard the news of a new baby," Goodness checked the script he was reading then looked at me."That was odd," I drawled."How do I sound?" Goodness asked."Pathetic! You sound like a teenager who is at the verge of exploring puberty."Goodness face shrank."Not too awful though," I added."Do you think I can be able to perform well in the competition?""I don't know the rules of the competition so I can't decide the criteria you will be judged."

I was still half asleep a couple of hours after mid-day when I woke up to the sound of persistent knocking on the door. It was Goodness."I will be there in a second," I said.I felt my heart beat faster as I stood up from the bed to open Uncle Max's house for the outside world to see. "Good afternoon," Goodness greeted."Good afternoon," I replied.Goodness stood in the centre of Uncle Max's living room, an infectious welcoming smile flooded his face. "Come and sit down," I suggested."I did not come here to sit down," Goodness' voice was loud."What do you mean by you did not come here to sit down?" I was surprised."I am going to answer your question when you have answered mine first. Why did you not come to school today?" Goodness asked.I scratched my thick black hair. "I was tired," I said."Tired? Is that reason good enough to make you miss your elder sister's marriage?""I said th