Lahat ng Kabanata ng Perer Ford: Diary of a Stranger: Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 90

Night had cast its heavy blanket over the eyes of day. Today was the last day of the month and I was back in Enugu, looking at Uncle Max hug Miss Bisi and escort her to her car. There was no light in my room in Uncle Max's house except for the errant rays of moonlight that filtered in through the window. The light could not illuminate my room very well and I didn't care because I was not interested in turning on the only light bulb in my room.It has been three days since I watched Dad throw Sarah from his house in a shameful manner that attracted the attention of neighbours. That being said and outlined as disastrous, I have been able to come up with a blind argument that supports the notion that all humans are subject to their own emotions and feelings, and are ready to ensure that their own desires are fulfilled no matter what is at stake. Down at the back of my mind, a stream of thoughts kept a steady flow, bearing debris of thoughts which crashed into one an

 The room where I stood was very dark. It was more like a hole inside a maze. It was broad and lined with wooden shelves filled with holy items, the same amount of holy items which filled the floor space all around me.  As I came out of the room, I saw something different. I could swear that I have never seen a place like this in my entire life. It was a grand cathedral with lofty ceilings reaching the sky, broad doorways facing different cardinal points, shining marble floors, and a well-polished wooden pulpit at the front of the cathedral in the middle of it all. The pulpit was covered with gold, silver and bronze. The three Olympic medals of honor side by side in perfect harmony. The main entrance of the cathedral and its trappings were magnificent. I don't know how I got inside the cathedral but I know I didn't pass through the main door because of the amount of security check that was going on there. The machines were on h

My birthday was not celebrated the way that I wanted. There was no cake. There were no balloons. Just me and Uncle Max taking biscuits and groundnuts from a large tray with a lotus symbol at its centre. "So how old are you today?" Uncle Max asked."I am plus one," I said with such confidence befitting of a native fowl that is about to prepare for defeathering."So you are not going to tell me your age?" Uncle Max persisted."I thought I told you now.""When?""Come on, Uncle Max. I am plus one. That is my age."Uncle Max shook is head in a way that signified he wasn't afraid of questioning me until he got what he wanted."Plus one is an addition not an age," Uncle Max argued."What is the meaning of age, Uncle Max?""If I must tell you, an age is the number of full years, months, days, hours, etc., that someone, or something, has been alive.""Good!" I complimented. "So you agree it is a number?"

I was in my room studying for my fifth WAEC exam when Uncle Max informed me that he was going out with Miss Bisi. He placed some naira notes on my bed and told me I was free to use them whenever I wanted. Of course, I knew I was free to use the money for whatever I wanted and whenever I wanted but it was like a basic requirement for Uncle Max to show me the way before giving me the privilege to proceed of my own accord. Understand?Uncle Max and I sat for a while, our bodies far apart as if the room was bigger than the way it already was. His lips circled then stopped. He opened his mouth and let out some fresh air."Thank you for understanding how I feel. I wanted to say something the other day," Uncle Max said, pressing his palms together. It was only proper for me to keep quiet and give him the opportunity to express himself, but I did not care; there were a lot of things going on in his mind that I didn't care about."The time is running as fast as lightnin

I started today by thinking about life and a huge aspect of me that I haven't shared with some of you who are reading this book if not all of you. I want to share that aspect of me now.So there is this feeling you sometimes get when you think you have met someone who will be important in your life. This feeling serves as a drive to your work or as a motivation to keep on going even when you feel you are no longer getting to somewhere reasonable. I know some of you have had this experience sometimes. You may be taking a walk through the sidewalk or probably pondering how miserable your life has been that day then all of a sudden you see that special someone among the midst of a crowd of people and your heart will just rejoice and take a giant leap. Well, this is not an entry you should waste your time reading but a way for me to assure you that there are still some good people in this world that you are yet to meet! A lot of us here have been involved in bad rela