I sulked like a child last night.

I just wanted to exist. I don’t want to learn new meals, new girlfriends, or a new life.

I cried last night. I’m often reinventing myself. I’m not sure I know what I’m doing yet it seems to work.

I documented yesterday. My imprints in the sands of time. History is often unkind to those who leave no records.

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I’m looking at my friend smiling sheepishly at her man. He looks so devoted to her. I love their love. I remember this picture. I laid flat on the floor to get good angles.

Hmmmnn. I don’t understand what they have been saying to me all day.

Nne, you swore you’re deeply in love with Ebuka. I mean, he is your ride or die ọ kwa ya?

Tell me why you have skin from Ikechukwu’s back under your fingernails Oby? Tell me why the ERT pulled your lifeless body from Ikechukwu’s Porsche with his penis in your teeth?

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