I was carried into my room by my husband. YES my Husband, sounds so good to call him that amidst giggles and laughter. The day had gone very well, it was a day of joy, my friends, family, loved ones all gathered around me as i said "YES I DO" to my boyfriend of seven years. I can vividly remember all that went down on the 15th of February 2000. It was my husbands idea that we married on St.Valentines day to cement the bond of love that we shared for seven years. It was a perfect idea to me as i loved my husband so deeply. I could remember the feathery kisses and love making on my wedding night. It has been so good, my husband put tin so much effort to make it a wedding night to remember. I also remember the morning after, breakfast on bed served by my husband as i still lay asleep. Our wedding was so beautiful, people saw us as the perfect couple, we hardly fought or quarelled, everything was going so smoothly for us or i thought.

Fast forward seven years later after our wedding, i was pregnant with my second child. Let me let it known that pregnancy isn't always pleasant to me, a lot of vomiting, swollen face and legs, pale complexion etc. I am always at my worse when i am pregnant, no one would like to tag his or her beautiful self ugly, but i can boldly tell you that during my pregnancies, i was very very very ugly. Yes i was ugly inside-out and i could do nothing to help myself out of that state of ugliness.

You didn't ask of my loving husband, hehehe. His story will come out later. Meanwhile, i want to explain the reason i started keeping a journal. How my Diary became my only friend and confidant. You know, my diary doesn't talk, it has a listening ear, it very loving and accommodating as it doesn't complain at all. My diary keeps secret, it aint like one of those back-stabbing friend we encounter during our lifetime. You tell a secret and you are sure it is safe. You will all understand why i call my diary my best friend, just wait and see .

There is a movie with that same title... Soo interesting

would bring the continuing part

Oh my God! See this creative star, where have you been hiding all this while, keep it up cause your work looks like the next Literature/Writing section bomb.
Please promise us your fans something, that you will finish up what you started?
For now, don't keep us waiting please come and continue, I can't wait to read the next update!

Lyk seriously? Wen do we expect d rest?

Let me begin from where it all started.
“mama Kelechi, mama Kelechi” my husband shouted
(The name of my first child is Kelechi, we decide to name him that to thank God for his faithfulness in our lives, our marriage. I took in almost immediately after our wedding and the delivery went so smooth unlike tales I had heard from experienced mothers about first delivery being so painful and difficult. Truth be told, it was painful but in all, it went hitch free. So the name Kelechi says it all.

Ehen, back to my story –

“mama Kelechi”! my husband shouted for the third time

(I decide to ignore him as I had pleaded with him severally not to address me by that name, it made me look so old and it didn’t appeal to my ears.
While we were dating, he addressed me with so many sweet names. I was his baby, his sweetheart, his love and then the one I love so much “mimi”. You need to hear how he personalized my name, it sends my heart racing and I usually forgave all wrongs he did to me when he uses his deep baritone voice to call me mimi. So why cant he continue nah, ah . Mtcheeeew).

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Princess paced the room again for the third time. She was really getting nervous and apprehensive. She has looked for it everywhere and couldn't locate it. She had searched under the mattress, between the book rack on the table, in the drawers. She couldn't pin-point where next to search and besides she was careful not to leave the room scattered and messy.

She Stopped pacing and stood for a long time eyes facing the wall wall clock on the wall. She had five more minute to spend. She withdrew her gaze and decide to search the room once again but something caught her attention. She turned sharply and stared at the wall clock intently this time around and she laughed aloud excitedly. She had found it. She walked towards the clock with uncertainty, what if it isn't there she thought. She lifted the clock, turned it around, located the little hook used for hanging it and pressed hard on it expecting something to happen but nothing did. She pressed harder a second time and heard a faint sound as the compartment went open. She removed the hidden item and carefully placed it in her handbag.

She carefully placed the wall clock back and realized she had exhausted her time. It was time for her to go. She closed the room and was walking down the exit point when she heard a loud click on the door.
Alarm bells went off her head as she thought frantically the next step to take. She dashed into the kitchen and crouched behind the large freezer with her heart in her mouth

Why was he early today? she thought. Why did he suddenly come back this afternoon. She could hear their voices as he didn't come back alone, she could hear the distinct voice of female laughter and giggles as they made their way to the sitting room. She couldn't make her move now as she would be discovered. She would exercise a little patience, may be when they retire to the bedroom, she would make her move.

"get two champagne glasses and lets celebrate" Princess heard him tell her

Princess panicked and began to sweat. The glasses were kept in a shelve above the freezer, there was no way she wasn't going to be seen if she
came to get the glasses. She needed to act fast. She looked around for a safe place and settle for the sink compartment. She opened it and an awful smell greeted her. The sink hasn't been repaired all this while, it has been left like that after all this while. She squeezed herself in and shut the door.

Princess could hear her get the champagne glasses form the shelve and move over to the sink. She opened the faucet to rinse the glasses and princess was greeted with water as it washed over her through the leaky sink. Princes prayed that she wouldn't do any more washing or she would be drenched in smelly water before she made her escape.

"i forgot to dispose of this dirty sink water" princess heard her talk to herself.
"stupid man, he wouldn't call the plumber to fix this small problem mtcheeew"
"if i don't dispose of it, he wouldn't think of it, stupid man"

Princess died a hundredth time inside the sink compartment. What was going to happen if she suddenly decided to dispose of the dirty water now. She had to make her move, she had to risk it now or face the consequences. She would wait a little and then make her move.

Princess heard her remove something from the plate rack and left the kitchen. It should be a tray she guessed.

Princess opened the sink compartment little by little, glanced around the kitchen and trained her ears on hearing the conversation being made in the sitting room before she made her move. She clutched her bag tightly to herself and tip-toed out of the kitchen to the exit holding her foot wear to avoid making any noise.

There was no way she gate wasn't going to make a huge sound , but if she made it to the door quick, she would be long gone, she thought. Luckily for her, the gate was opened leaving the door to battle with. She held the door knob, twisted it while hearing a sharp creaking sound, with a push opened the door and ran with all her might down the stairs.

She could hear the shout of "who is it on the door" by him, but she would be long gone before they found out.

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I thought you died

purpinkx: I thought you died

av been very strong dear

Welcome back anyway ... Besides , your blog is kind of tough to navigate

purpinkx: Welcome back anyway ... Besides , your blog is kind of tough to navigate

how, pls explain so I could correct it

I can't find the beginning of " diary of a mad woman " all i'm seeing is episode 3

purpinkx: I can't find the beginning of " diary of a mad woman " all i'm seeing is episode 3

have added links. You can navigate easily or click on d label diaries or real life stories.

Princess could feel the
tears cascading down her
face. She couldn’t believe
the contents of what she
had found in Kelvin’s
House. Yes, he deserved to
be called by his name, his
role as her father ended
the day she came back
from the United States
where she had finished
with her basic education.

She had hoped coming into
a house filled with love and
warmth but she met the
direct opposite when she
stepped her feet in the
house. She had been
surprised that her mother
didn’t follow Kelvin to pick
her from the airport. When
she had inquired Kelvin
brushed the question
carelessly by saying Mother
was busy. She knew in her
heart then that he wasn’t
telling the truth, mother
couldn’t be so busy that
she wouldn’t come to the
airport to pick her. In fact
she would leave everything
just to make sure she was
there for me.

The journey back home
was done in silence as she
wondered why her mother
wasn’t there for her. She
thought about her siblings
and the friends she left at
home before travelling. She
had hoped all would be
well when she got home.
The look of depression on
her fathers face had scared
her and she wished all
would be well when she
got home.

An awful smell greeted her
when she stepped her feet
in the house. What had
happened all these years?
Mother had been pristine
and neat. The house was
her pride as she does
everything possible to
make it habitable for the
whole family.

Princess had crumbled
when she had found her
mother twisted on the floor
staring absent-mindedly to
the ceiling. She had found
her in that position when
she didn’t hear any exited
welcome from her or
anyone. What had went
wrong, what actually
happened to mum . Her joy
had been shattered when
she approached Kelvin to
ask him what had
happened to her mother.
She was rewarded by
screams and insults from
him and assurances that
he would do more if
provoked. She could
remember the moments of
panic, the moments when
her mother stared at her
with tears rolling down her
face, the everlasting silence
from her, the acted scripts
at home in a bid not to
annoy Kelvin.

Oh, how she hated Kelvin
for all the pains she had
caused her mother.
Princess could no longer
read her mothers diary,
she would crumble if she
continued. She laid it down
on the table lost in thought
for some while. She had an
appointment to make, she
hadn’t visited her mother
for today. She had to be
strong to do all this. She
laid her head on the bed
and sleep took her away.

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