Wolfax Diaries

Johnson, is Charlene your ex girlfriend or your girlfriend? She’s my ex he said. And she has three tops here. I picked the blue jacket to wear and found out his passport was inside. I dipped my hand inside to remove the passport and drop but there was a G string tied to the passport. Then I knew the whole Charlene’s issue was an issue to deliberate on. The only problem I had was his confidence in this whole thing. He sounded so convinced about the status of Charlene. I wasn’t comfortable though, but little could I do. In the midst of this I fell into his arms and Johnson started whispering these words into my ears. Johnson: Lucia, there are subjective incidences that pull things together to elevate the reasons for emotions to stair up in people. My entirety craves for an occasion of exposing the certainty of a prospect around you. I met the criteria for this success between both of us with your realization, which humbly creates a humid peripheral and substantiates the exi...

Johnson: Charlene was my ex girlfriend’s supposed friend. They were classmates and flat mates when in the university. They were practically close that their parents were aware of their sisterhood. Nothing can come between them, except for a man. And  i didn't know that until i was in the picture.  Serena is this nagging girlfriend no man wants to keep but for some other reasons you can’t tell her off. What this means is that; quarrels are constants. She complains about everything. If you are one minute late for an appointment, she talks about it for one hour. Nobody is as suspicious as her, she suspects everybody around you. She was on the verge of killing my social world but as I said earlier; there is a part of her that keeps calling. Serena’s best friend who is Charlene is the opposite. She doesn't complain, she isn’t too jealous, she doesn't find fault. She is just this lady that looks so focused on the altar. Her perception of a man being the head is awarding...

Most times we are sightless to obvious things, just for the fact that we are sheltered in a world of trapped minds. What traps our minds are enormous and they are self inflicting most times. Memories relay to us where we got it wrong, but we most times, want to shy away from the truth of expedient realities. I was gorgeously dressed for a Monday morning and I knew the staff of National Orientation Agency won’t be surprised. I have created a niche for myself about looks. When you are single and searching; try to put on the whole armor of beauty, because you aren’t sure when the right man would come. That was the life I lived.  I was late as usual but nobody cares; its government job and you are not expected to do more than you can. We were all late; I was just a little later than others. It was 10 o clock and the sound of my heels was loud. Many people came outside their doors to check who the damsel was. I love heels; it helps me shake the small bumbum God has given me...

The unimaginable was about to happen. I stood behind Patrick and saw as mama entered the house and fell on her knees and started apologizing.   She started sobbing heavily but we were told to leave her. She narrated the story of how they travelled for consultations to put Patrick under her armpit. She doesn't want to loose control over her son and that as a wife I was disturbing her. The confessions went on and on. She also spoke about the pregnancy that was terminated in their evil world………. And lastly the keke napep boys were her boys.  The whole plan was just her stage and everything was working out well for her. I started crying also; not for mama but for all I’ve been through in this short period of my marriage. All that was supposed to be blessings came out in an opposite way. Baba consoled us and told us not to permit her come close to us again. The way she feels now is temporal, he said. When the spirit comes again, the envy arises. We thanked Baba a...