I had an awesome day (21/09/2013). Griiinnnnggg! my phone rang. Mum was calling. At the end of the call, I realised I had not made any concrete plans for the weekend. Mum had asked what my Saturday was going to be like and i replied saying I needed to get my clothes from Azubuike's place. She needed someone to drop off her kids at the Foursquare Gospel church at Yaba, the headquarters' of the organization. 'Let's talk about it together at home' came my reply. The only reason I'm writing this here is that I had this feeling of something gone as I sit at the car park of our church at Igbosere. Some one hour ago, i prayed with the kids and told them to go home. It's a feeling of emptiness. Not that I feel bored. It just that they bugged me all the way, disturbed me like I've never been disturbed. Was it the time when I wanted to share the Beloxxi biscuits and the la' Casera drink? They would say give me now, No later, over and over again. Was it...
Diary of a Nigerian Boy.