Wolfax Diaries

There was going to be a link between a suffering present and a pleasant future. The object of change would be me; but looking around me nothing seems like it. “All things bright and beautiful” seems to me the only song that helps my questioning God when I first saw a black man riding like a king amongst white men and they were saluting him ‘sir’. The entrance of the premier into the Nembe community was like a heavenly body streaming among mere mortals. With wet clothes we were running across the coast waving as he sped away with so much military guidance at the shores of the gulf of guinea. The cold and dark night was in a solitary place for me as I knew I loved what I just saw, and I would try my best to get close to power. For the first time in my life I knew fishing wasn’t the best profession for me. I called my papa as I got back home and told him how well I loved what I saw. He told me it wasn’t meant for people like us. And with an African adage he told me to look at my ...

I tried to move my limbs but wouldn’t move, I looked around me if I was chained but I wasn’t. It was when I saw the POP on my left arm, that I knew the intensity of the accident. When I started to talk they laughed the more. Nosa came close to my bed, and held me. I hated the fact, she was touching me. The phone I had seen wasn’t for my husband. It was for Nosa’s fiancée. Rotimi’s best friend had been seeing Nosa since the days of Port Harcourt but it seems both of them were not serious. I had been the one complaining so well about it. Thus my husband spoke to his friend about being serious a night before, and then he showed Rotimi the text Nosa sent as a confirmation of their seriousness. It was drizzles of rain that drove them and that was the reason Rotimi came back home with the phone.  SECURE YOUR SAVINGS Those were people I knew. I was so ashamed how I could react to what was never happening around me such that I had to stay in the hospital for two weeks befo...