Am I crazy? I don’t think so. I just get this loud ringing in my ears and then I do shit that I wouldn’t normally do. Like the time I got the gun. All I remember is the loud ringing in my ears started and I went out and got a gun. I woke up the next morning and saw a gun in my bag. I didn’t have the courage to remove it.
Or like the time I walked all the way to work. I know I walked out of the house and the ringing started and I was at work. I’ve accepted the ringing and I have the good sense to put an earpiece on – even though I’m not listening to music – so that I can feign that the music i was listening to was loud when someone talks to me and I don’t reply.
The ringing started when my boyfriend of 6 – I know, who dates a guy for six years – years broke up with me. We had started dating from our third year in school and then all of a sudden he broke up with me, over a candlelight dinner just when I thought he was going to propose. He didn’t even give me a reason and he left me with the check.
I calmly paid for the meal, got into my car and then the loud ringing started and I drove through traffic like a crazy bitch on heat. After that the ringing continued. It’s been a month now. A month since the ringing started and a month since my boyfriend of – but seriously – 6 years broke up with me.
I was home alone today in my apartment. The ringing started and I got into the shower, shaved, bathed and oiled myself. I sprayed my most seductive perfume, put on my tightest gown that showed off my curves in all the right places and got into my car. By the time the ringing stopped I was right in front of his house.
I let myself into the main gate. I still had all his keys. The one thing he didn’t take from me. I crossed the distance between the gate and the house in a couple of steps – which wasn’t easy in the heels I was wearing – and knocked on his door. I didn’t want to just barge into someone’s house.
After a couple of knocks he didn’t answer, and so I walked round to the window of his bedroom. His drapes were put apart and I could see into the room. There was a girl on his bed – naked – bouncing up and down. I spotted the tattoo on her back and I recognized it instantly.
“Joy”, three letters, the only thing that marred her light skin, the one tattoo that was familiar to me like my right hand. The one tattoo on my sister’s back – the only sister I had and who was supposed to come over today and keep me company.
And then I spotted him. His dark skin in contrast to hers. He was naked too. He sat up and hugged her close, the both of them moving to a single rhythm.
The ringing started and I pulled out the gun and fired.


TTG Journal

The vice-chancellor was preaching this evening. I drowned out his voice. It was bad enough that i was tired from sitting down and listening to people preach about life values, but the program had been going on for 6 days in a row and it wasn’t stopping now, I still had eight more days of this to go.
The chapel (our new venue) was hot. I was hot too, the tie that was a compulsory fixture around my neck wasn’t helping either. I had been in the same blue and red checkered shirt all day, going back to the hall didn’t make any sense in light of the tight schedule. (7-12, 2-4, and 7-10).
The guy beside me wasn’t helping at all. He was oozing and oozing bad. He probably had to rush out in the morning and didn’t have time for deodorant and he had worn a suit (he probably defended today)
Some people thought it was coming from someone’s shoe but I knew better. I was tired from hearing a certain person’s voice, and the fact that I was getting barely any sleep. It was bad enough that they moved us from the lecture theater with its cold air conditioning that pulled you to sleep, with its bizarre arrangement that prevented all the gingered officers from moving as free as they wanted, meaning that we were free to play with our tabs, and browse as much as we wanted because the Internet was fast enough. Sleeping was encouraged because well the probability of you getting caught was low enough.
The light went off for a brief second and it was back on. The vc kept on talking. And the lights came back on with the speakers giving off a buzzing sound. The technical crew members had apparently slept off on their office high above in the gallery.
Apart from not getting sleep I wasn’t even eating well. My mother would probably wail if she knew my diet. I was living on noreos and a prayer. Most of the halls were closed except from Joseph and Daniel and the butteries were locked down for the better part of the period. The cafeteria served a limited variety of food. Most of the staff that worked there had been sent off. No pepper rice, or none of those foods that were sold outside cafe. 3 noreos cost 50 Naira, apparently niggas were taking advantage of the lack of food to nourish their pockets. A bootle of hot Pepsi or mirinda (personally hot mirinda was the better option) cost 150. I looked in my wallet today and thought if things went on like this I’d probably be skinner than I started with. (And trust me I was skinny enough)
Bankole and bimbo were behind me talking about love and stuff and bankole was calling her all the pet names he knew. 😥 rubbing it in a niggas face. I’m happy for them too. They look good together.
The only light in the tunnel was the iPad mini oluso had bought me. (Which someone tried to steal, but that is a story for another day, I’m still lamenting about TTG)
And so I’m sitting here, hot, sweaty, tired, typing on my iPad (which wasn’t all bad, and I’m going back to my games after I’m done typing this. 🙂 and they just took the light again 🙂 ) waiting for the program to end before someone to come and say something that would sound smart in his head and stupid after it leaves it.