Wolfax Diaries

Immediately Aisha saw her father, the whole fun became sour. She started a reprisal form of act. She suddenly started crying thanking Allah her father came to her rescue. She ran towards the general and fell down at his feet like a lady that was really raped. I looked up and saw the fury in her father’s face. I saw death face to face and it wasn’t smiling. He looked at her daughter and tears rolled down his eyes. I tried to wear my boxers and the next I saw was stars………… It was a deserted room with one small window. The floor is colder than the normal floor. Ventilation is a luxury no one enjoys when confiscated in this kind of environment. Later on I discovered it was called ‘guard room’. I was still naked but my clothes were packed beside me. I didn’t understand anything for almost an hour when I became a live again. The drama started playing in my mind again. Genuinely I didn’t hate Aisha; instead I became scared. How easily a woman can change in times of trouble. I...

15/11/2013  I can’t stop thinking of Aisha. It looked more like a dream than reality. I just had the best kiss in the world. The tingling feeling that followed cannot be underestimated in the abilities that froze the two bodies together in an atmosphere that lasted like forever. Just a kiss; some people would call it, but to me it was more.   I felt the warmth, as it still circulates my body. I still feel the heat as it stays, wrapping me. Closing my eyes, I was swaddled in your fragile memory. I go to grasp you, but I stop myself just in time. The barely audible sound of your lips parting with my skin sings in bursts of warmth, reminisced in my mind. The subtle nature of your lips caresses the whole facade of smile I kept. Though I didn’t see it, the imaginations I cannot misplace.   I kept on thinking of this future that lies in front of me and sleep was not in view that night.  I picked up my pen and paper and for the first time in my life I wrote...

Mustapha was kept in the cell by his father for talking to his mother rudely. I wondered what kind of lazy man the general was. You cannot train your own child again. You are leaving the fate of your child into the hands of the Nigeria police force… hmmm. I told him what I did wrong and he felt bad also. The soldiers that came to release him the next day stood in for me also. Immediately he stepped out of the station his levels changed. Three cars came to pick him and soldiers started barricading him again. He picked ten thousand naira from a slot in the car and gave me with his number written on a card. Give me a call and sirens started clearing the road for the wayward son. Now I’m a free man with nowhere to go and nobody to call a friend apart from Mustapha. I walked into a joint and asked for cigarette and soda. Everything seems expensive in this town as soda is five hundred naira. I brought out a copy of complete sports newspaper I bought the previous day and read slow...