Day 1

#01

Yesterday, there was no electricity all through until night. My dad called, asking me to go apply for a job at port Harcourt. I told him I will. I was pissed because my sister had called earlier (two days ago) and told me of the job. I have not been feeling too good. I'm lethargic, I have this headache, my eyes are heavy but I only sleep during the day and my stomach feels bloated even though I have been hungry for days. I told her so, but she insisted I apply. That she called our dad made me angry, so I am not applying for the job even though I need a job.

I helped my Tata with her English assignment and tried to warn her off interacting with folks who are deliberately rude to her. I hope she listens. She tends to mouth off sometimes.

I'm afraid for A. She's had a rough patch for some time now. I wish I had money so I could help out. She used to be a really beautiful and classy lady. How did everything get so bad?

Baba T has been kind to me. He has been accommodating me at his place. Yes, it's not easy but I'm away from everyone that knows me. I feel free. I can easily get lost now and no one will know. Lagos is a rowdy place. No one will know. My mums sister is at ikorodu. That's a distance from where I'm. I can go missing.

I got an acceptance for four of my poems yesterday and I have a hope of appearing on a fiction magazine. This is good for me. Writing is the only thing that makes sense now. I have had rejections too but we move.

We saw first Sunday featuring ice cube last night when electricity came back on. It was interesting. If only churches can care for members in that way, it would have been nice.

C is a nice lady. I like her dimples. I like that at her age she runs her own business and is doing well at it. She's ambitious like baba T unlike me. I pray her dreams come true. I should sleep though. It is early morning already. I can't sleep but I must. I don't know what is wrong with me. Good morning.

Always,
Osahon.

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