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

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

 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 sat up in the hospital bed when I arrived; she was feeling much better than the way I met her yesterday. Some people say that it is a taboo for a man to beat his wife, others say it is a way to achieve respect from a stubborn wife. For me, Sarah was only doing the right thing. Yes! Marriage can be pretty difficult sometimes. The husband may annoy the wife and the wife may make a fool out of the husband but still, it is good for them to still stay together.Dad's relationship with Sarah has brought a lot of problems in our family and I am one of those few people who still wanted Dad and Mum to get back as one. I am one of those few people who still hoped that a day would come when Dad and Mum will be laughing in front of us and expressing their love for each other. Do you think I am crazy for wishing for my parents to be together? I know I am not crazy for wishing such a beautiful thing to happen. Yes! Sarah would have to go. She was the wrong variable in th

 Even the men who spend their monthly income in a bar gets into a fray. It is that simple desire to be always on top of your peers that gets them started. Dad got into a fight today over some stupid reasons that he refused to confess to me in the evening when we were having a peaceful time together."Do you know who I am?" Dad said in the morning to a man who had greatly disrespected him."Who do you think you are?" The man replied. "Are you Dangote's son?""Look Mr. Man, I am not your mate and I am not sure you know who you are talking to right now. Do I look like one of those boys you see on the road washing car with no future ambition?""You are worst than those set of guys you mentioned. You look like an Amoeba soaked inside a mosquito infested water."A quick fight followed. Fist against fist. Might against might. After a while, Dad and the man sat down on the pavement. The man was Dad's frien