Daily Diary

Dear Diary,

Yaounde Taximen and traffic teach you a different level of tolerance and composure. Yesterday I said “Truly there is hope in dreaming” went to bed and woke up with bigger dreams than the night before. So I started my day with the utmost enthusiasm I’ve had in a while. Given that SeptEmber was a bad month, I don’t know where this energy and excitement came from this morning but I felt kind of REVIVED. Yaounde feels like the land of milk and honey America is supposed to be. So I’m learning how to milk the cow.

CHRONICLE 4

The sun has shown its face today

And surprisingly, I’m gay.

So I write off yesterday’s frailties as moments of weakness

I am yet to embrace this newfound prowess.

Depression has gone to hide

I welcome the sunshine

As it radiates my life.

As I always say

I am a masterpiece

And a work in progress.

Dear Diary, keep my thoughts as secret as news can be…