Wolfax Diaries

We almost lost all hope, but with my mum faith was a constant. My dad was dragged into this, and he suggested a white garment church. My auntie frowned at that, believing we should go back to the man in Ijebu, who recommended another person for us. Two days later we were there to see the man, and he described how to locate the more powerful colleague of his in spiritual matters. This friend of his practically lives inside the bush, as we parked on the road and had to trek up to a kilometer to get to his rickety place of abode. It was stinking and extremely fetish. The way mumsy was so comfortable with the whole parole made me start suspecting her. Jumoke didn’t come along on this trip; she was at home. The old man asked me to narrate the whole story to him which I did. He went further by asking if she left with any of my clothes or belongings that could represent me. I bluntly told him no, except I don’t know what she left with. The man explained the situation as “shadow...

The drive took almost forever with many checkpoints. Mumsy was constantly giving Police officers money to avoid their delays. In four hours we were in Ekiti state to appeal to the goddess called Tolani. I managed after two misses to locate the hostel and fortunately for us we saw some other occupants. We approached a particular ugly structure; the ugliest structure of a woman I ever saw before and after that day. I was pushed to ask her the necessary questions, because I was the person who brought them there. I was relieved when she said she knew Tolani. She asked if everything was fine, and I said yes but inside of me was a tremor I needed to expel. My auntie took on with the talking to explain in a mode of no suspicion. I listened as she asked her that we need to see Tolani. She surprisingly asked again: please is anything the matter, in defense of her friend. ‘No!’ we said, asking just to see her. The gesture changed instantly to a friendly one. She then replied that ...

It was becoming a lot more like a problem, so she suggested many other options to flush this out. The first of these suggestions was the trado-medical doctors. We contacted Yemkem. The doctor acted like he was aware of this kind of problem, and did his normal routine check and gave drugs with a validity period of seven days. Jumoke became a tool for checking my potency from that instance. At the e nd of every day, we are back at it, but it always ends the same. It was now getting clearer to me that I was sterile. Mentally I was becoming unstable, and the support my girlfriend was giving me was the only consolation that lies within. We travelled to Akure in Ondo state, to visit another woman who grinded all sorts of things for me, but nothing changed. It was now time to use the orthodox medicine. The doctor didn’t understand what I was talking about, and did the entire tests in the world, but told me nothing was wrong with me. He couldn’t comprehend that I could have an e...

Jumoke Bello is a blessing to me. She is presently the best student in micro biology department in our school, and I’m privileged to be her boyfriend. A girl with values, but not leaving out the existence of social activities around her she was my best friend then, and will remain my best friend forever. Our friendship has started from 100 level. She was my cousin’s roommate, and anytime I go to the hostel to see my cousin, she’s always very homely to welcome me. The interest got developed and I approached her. It didn’t go the way I wanted though but I wasn’t in a hurry.  I sat in the car for a moment studying her as she walked close. She is still the same friend. Not so much of a beauty: but what lies inside is the real worth of a woman. Her explicative values are enormous, and she understands with caution. Being with her for an hour now, I’ve totally forgotten there was a Tolani. Now I live a new life: got a car in school, my girl accepted the relationship; my poc...

The house was dusty and it was slowly becoming a rat kingdom. I needed to locate those boys that gallivant around the street, to come help me clean. She changed to a short, and the work started. Her activities were close to that of a house girl. The energy was extreme and her consciousness of hygiene, made me know she was brought up from a good home. She also helped in arranging the things, I brought from home, and didn’t act impressed in any way. I wanted to know the effect of who I am, in what was happening.  She had a hot bath and changed to my shirt. We are getting closer to the point I guess. I was on my bed with a boxer short on, trying to watch a movie; concentration wasn’t just possible. She joined me on the bed and in all anxiety I reached for her. She brought up the whole story of: stop now, baby I’m tired. I remembered some of the things I’ve learnt are when ladies say no, they mean yes subconsciously. Thus I moved further, settling my hands on her br...

Lost in transit; deceived in person, explicitly managed, punished extremely and loved unconditionally. These were some of the attributes experienced in a relationship, which was a trip to nowhere. It all seemed a just course until the course was lost. The turbulence on the high sea of life became a call to my creator for help. I was deluded in my thoughts, and lost all inner strengths. All I needed to do was to apologize in person, but I was looking for a ghost. This is a true life story about truth and lies, love and deceit, family and friends, life and death. Fasten your seat belt as I take you on a trip. It was a three hour trip from Ibadan to Ado-Ekiti where I school. I haven’t seen my mum for two years now; she had gone for a course in USA. Reading at old age divides your family I guess. The holiday was a family reunion. Mummy, auntie Bose, Damola (my only sister) she schools in Ghana and my daddy of course; he had always been around, were all in our new GRA house...