Guest Post: November Diary. Episode Five

The principal took the certificate to his office to wait for me; my brother was looking for me at the dormitory, around the valley that was behind the dormitory: the valley was a hideout for truants or non academic student who normally flee from prefects “after committing” or absenting themselves from the Saturday inspection, he looked around for a while and returned to the class for the morning lessons.

November dairy. Episode Four

“What if you were shot” the vice principal shouted. He had warned that, any student practicing truancy will pay dearly for it. They had no pity for me because I was a senior student and I knew the school rules too well to be ignorant of them. The week before, I was reported to the school authority for scribbling my nick name on the school dining hall; the preps coordinator pulled me aside, and held the loose ends of my trousers such that it was tight and my behind was now stiff and more exposed to his whip. He best me up like eggs, my body was aching all over. Just last Friday, I had a case with him; he suspected that I was in possession of a cell phone in school and it was prohibited but I denied bluntly and he had to call off the case since he lacked clues. The vice principal told me to report at his office the next morning, being Friday.

Guest Post: November dairy. Episode 3

“Idiot you wan cover evidence abi” the policeman asked as he reached down and grabbed me by the neck, tightening his grip harder, he brought me close to his face and I looked down to avoid the stench of beer and cigarettes emitting out of his mouth.

Guest Post: November Diary. Episode Two

The town was lively with people; some were in the bars drinking away their lives, while others were doing what they could do best at night, many stands were up; people were selling and others buying.

I was in no hurry to complete my mission, so I decided to kill time buy strolling around the little market opposite the school fence were peppered boiled frog, boiled eggs, roasted chicken and all the likes of it were sold.

Guest Post: November Dairy. Episode One

Written by Blog Reader: Aorabee Iyambee from Ghana.

Guest Post: A kiss of Carnage

Written by Fortune. His twitter handle is @fortunedexcel

In a crisp legato, the song eased out. Some mid 90's oldies blew its rhythm into the air-conditioned highlander jeep. It was mid-summer and the second jeep that found its way into the liabilities of the Onolas. The weather was familiar but not intruding, a condition the family had seized to make their long distant trip from a three weeks family holiday. The Onolas smiled and provided mannerism to the perfect outburst of the songs as it played simultaneously. Jude had four kids; Gideon, Hosea, Tonia and Bryan, all seated at the back while his wife Lola was by his side giving him all the support to forbid a doze off - that wouldn't happen though. Apparently, they were in high spirits, Jude had taken a swerve from a vicious pothole that mapped a portion within a hundred meters. Home was three hours away. They were returning from the Constantine Mountains where they had camped for three weeks to burn out their holiday and consume freshness. The outing was a headstat for the kids and a leverage to parental business.