Daily Diary
October 16th & 17th
Dear Diary,
Most people won’t understand why a lot of people cry over failed romantic relationships or even put in so much time, money and effort in making them work, and eventually moving on from them. Others don’t understand why you seem to mourn or weep or depress over someone who’s not part of your family or friends and whom you’ve not known or even been with for the longest period. The truth is that they forget to understand that it’s this one person who was your potential life partner and you have to go back to looking for the next right person to fill those shoes — that’s the hack.
In the business of the weekend, I got submerged with emotions of chagrin and enthusiasm. I was wondering how useless a man without money is and how the society still upholds the patriarchy. I wondered above all, how or why women don’t know or fully comprehend the power they have on men and on the world. In a world where women were more rational, they’d be subduing more men than they are presently. How do I know this? Because a man who loves submits to the whims and caprices of his beloved.
Life is getting better and harder too. I smile but my belly aches too. Nice pictures but my heart bleeds. My life right now is an oxymoron of the successes I am achieving and the failures I can’t but live with. So every time I am alone, i contemplate on the emptiness of all this because one day, I’ll be gone and even if I leave a landmark, I still will be forgotten. But I am still looking for ways to live a life that when the director yells cut, I’ll be fine.
CHRONICLE 16
Strange beauty
Came from these flower bushes
She gave me a rose
And a chocolate cake.
The rose’s thorns pierced my heart
While the chocolate’s sugar killed my body.
There I was — chagrined and obese.
CHRONICLE 17
I told her to be my queen
And she was for like 17 weeks
And as her king
I made her feel supreme.
But when she found out about my secret
She broke the engagement.
And so I wept
And so she fled
Here I am — dreaming of a future
When you’ll come back to take your crown.
Dear Diary, keep my thoughts as secret as news can be…
