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Diary Of A MAD Woman by vivienobidike(f): 1:48pm On May 24, 2013 |
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 . |
Re: Diary Of A MAD Woman by moresignal(f): 8:45pm On May 24, 2013 |
There is a movie with that same title... Soo interesting 1 Like |
Re: Diary Of A MAD Woman by vivienobidike(f): 8:21am On May 25, 2013 |
would bring the continuing part |
Re: Diary Of A MAD Woman by enobong18: 1:48pm On May 25, 2013 |
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! 1 Like |
Re: Diary Of A MAD Woman by Ashkormissy(f): 8:49pm On May 26, 2013 |
Lyk seriously? Wen do we expect d rest? |
Re: Diary Of A MAD Woman by vivienobidike(f): 5:12pm On May 30, 2013 |
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). visit www.suspenseandemotions..com for the continuing part 1 Like |
Re: Diary Of A MAD Woman by vivienobidike(f): 3:26pm On Jun 28, 2013 |
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. www.suspenseandemotions..com |
Re: Diary Of A MAD Woman by purpinkx(m): 8:40pm On Jun 30, 2013 |
I thought you died |
Re: Diary Of A MAD Woman by vivienobidike(f): 9:12pm On Jun 30, 2013 |
purpinkx: I thought you diedav been very strong dear |
Re: Diary Of A MAD Woman by purpinkx(m): 9:51pm On Jul 01, 2013 |
Welcome back anyway ... Besides , your blog is kind of tough to navigate |
Re: Diary Of A MAD Woman by vivienobidike(f): 9:55pm On Jul 01, 2013 |
purpinkx: Welcome back anyway ... Besides , your blog is kind of tough to navigatehow, pls explain so I could correct it |
Re: Diary Of A MAD Woman by purpinkx(m): 8:34am On Jul 02, 2013 |
I can't find the beginning of " diary of a mad woman " all i'm seeing is episode 3 |
Re: Diary Of A MAD Woman by vivienobidike(f): 5:04pm On Jul 02, 2013 |
purpinkx: I can't find the beginning of " diary of a mad woman " all i'm seeing is episode 3have added links. You can navigate easily or click on d label diaries or real life stories. |
Re: Diary Of A MAD Woman by vivienobidike(f): 12:44pm On Aug 10, 2013 |
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. www.suspenseandemotions..com |
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