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Re: Diary Of An Anonymous Corper by 1stGenius(m): 12:12pm On Feb 06, 2018
Hip hip hurray!!!...can't believe I made it from page one to 10.Ghost I must confess you are a pro at what you do.I've learnt alot from your enticing piece.
Keep It Up!

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Re: Diary Of An Anonymous Corper by goodyvin02(m): 2:30pm On Feb 06, 2018
My first comment in literature section...... Op your writing is really beautiful

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Re: Diary Of An Anonymous Corper by ClassicMan202(m): 4:03pm On Feb 06, 2018
BiadeFolar:

classicman abeg, make e be only meeting o, this gh0sts is mine o
Lols.... calm your tits man!!!! don't start an already lost battle grin

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Re: Diary Of An Anonymous Corper by Makz: 4:35pm On Feb 06, 2018
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Re: Diary Of An Anonymous Corper by Makz: 4:40pm On Feb 06, 2018
And the battle is between
ClassicMan202:
gh0sts .... you're cool, gonna meet you some day
vs.
BiadeFolar:
classicman abeg, make e be only meeting o, this gh0sts is mine o
Hey pipo! I've got swords, machetes, jack knifes, kitchen knifes, 2x2s, roller blades, captive chains et al in my arsenal to get this thing interesting. ghOsts will surely want to have the stronger of the lot.

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Re: Diary Of An Anonymous Corper by goodyvin02(m): 4:42pm On Feb 06, 2018
I love your work

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Re: Diary Of An Anonymous Corper by sleekyskillz(m): 4:52pm On Feb 06, 2018
Makz:
And the battle is between vs. Hey pipo! I've got swords, machetes, jack knifes, kitchen knifes, 2x2s, roller blades, captive chains et al in my arsenal to get this thing interesting. ghOsts will surely want to have the stronger of the lot.

I culdnt agree any more... may d best man win n may d odds be 4eva in ur favor cool

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Re: Diary Of An Anonymous Corper by Sexyolori(f): 5:25pm On Feb 06, 2018
BiadeFolar:


classicman abeg, make e be only meeting o, this gh0sts is mine o
Haaaa,loverboi easy o.all men dey shoot their shots.

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Re: Diary Of An Anonymous Corper by BiadeFolar(m): 5:25pm On Feb 06, 2018
ClassicMan202:

Lols.... calm your tits man!!!! don't start an already lost battle grin
loL! Trust me, bae doesn't even wanna see ur moniker.
Re: Diary Of An Anonymous Corper by BiadeFolar(m): 5:26pm On Feb 06, 2018
Sexyolori:
Haaaa,loverboi easy o.all men dey shoot their shots.

Fortunately, this one is shooting wide!
Re: Diary Of An Anonymous Corper by BiadeFolar(m): 5:29pm On Feb 06, 2018
sleekyskillz:

I culdnt agree any more... may d best man win n may d odds be 4eva in ur favor cool

The odds are my paternal uncles, favouring me is a given!
Re: Diary Of An Anonymous Corper by dimssy(m): 5:35pm On Feb 06, 2018
Fun all the way...
Nice one ghost...

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Re: Diary Of An Anonymous Corper by Sexyolori(f): 5:44pm On Feb 06, 2018
BiadeFolar:


Fortunately, this one is shooting wide!
u think so?u just might be shocked.

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Re: Diary Of An Anonymous Corper by ClassicMan202(m): 6:26pm On Feb 06, 2018
BiadeFolar:

loL! Trust me, bae doesn't even wanna see ur moniker.
really like seriously

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Re: Diary Of An Anonymous Corper by BiadeFolar(m): 9:10pm On Feb 06, 2018
Sexyolori:
u think so?u just might be shocked.
*Might*
Re: Diary Of An Anonymous Corper by gh0sts: 11:39pm On Feb 06, 2018
Harmattan was fun until the cool, mild breeze paved way for a wind that could pass for a cyclone. At first I was enjoying the strong wind, pushing my hair in my face. I always felt like those Hollywood actresses right before their love interest saw them. Pushing aside my hair when it gets stuck on my glossy lips. After the third day, I got tired of the drama and wore a cap everywhere I went.

As the wind got stronger, it blew sand into every orifice it could find. At nights, it gets worse. The cashew tree in our compound blows effortlessly at night. Producing sounds that scares the shit out of me...often times I've woken up, peeping through my window just to be sure it's not about to fall. Other times, I'd think it's raining...

The wind makes sounds on my door, making me alert for a few seconds. My heart skipping just a little bit. Every single horror movie I've watched in my life rushing through my mind...' Probably the clown from IT, or the zombies from walking dead'. Every time, I say a short quiet prayer, even when I know it's just the wind...I could never be too sure. I may not know the evil masquerading as the wind.

Then the force started giving directions to my movements. Me being very light weighted...I was being tossed around by the wind. Whenever the wind was blowing in the direction I'm walking, it pushes me a little to the front increasing my pace. And whenever I walked against it's direction, it slows my pace and I always imagine myself holding two skiing poles and struggling against a snow storm, wearing one those big glasses...struggling to close my mind. Active imagination indeed. Whenever I called home to tell them of the wind. There was just one suggestion I got. That I should tie myself to a stone or fill a napsack with stones. Because if the wind should blow me down south, they don't have transport to send me back...these are people that were suppose to be my family and friends o. Shading me effortlessly.

It was this same wind that had put me in an awkward situation. I had just woken up that evening. I should have just stayed on my bed and read my novel or maybe surf the net. But no. The devil whispered in my ears that I needed water. I had enough water, and I don't fetch water in the evenings. So I don't know how the devil was able to convince me. I picked up my bucket and headed for the well. I placed the cover of my bucket on the metal that's used to cover the well. After the second drag the wind blew my cover and as I tried to prevent it from falling into the well or on the floor, the fetcher slipped from my hands and fell into the well. I was so disappointed...that was when I realized that I didn't even need water. I would have just gone back to my room and pretended like nothing happened. But, there was someone there looking at me. I think she read my mind, because, she immediately suggested, that i should go borrow the fetcher used to bring out other fetchers... Like the king fetcher. I walked into the compounded, greeted them and asked for the king fetcher. As the girl walked into a hut, I think their kitchen to get the fetcher, her elder sister asked that i bought some of her perfume. I quickly said no, telling her I don't need it. Mostly because I've asked for some from my hair dresser. She quietly walked inside. I was happy, I had escaped buying it...story! Next thing, she came out with a bag and brought out her collections one by one...my shoulder slumped in defeat. From her face, I could tell that I had no choice. It was one perfume for the king fetcher. I thought, maybe if I should check them out, complimenting their fragrances before telling her there's possibly no way I could afford such rich scent she'd leave me alone...it obviously didn't work. She cut down the price for me without me bargaining and told me to pay whenever I had the money. To escape further, I told her to hold it until I pay. But, she could always sell it if she finds a buyer...there was no escaping this one. By the time I returned to my compound, I was carrying the king fetcher on one hand and a bottle of perfume on the other. It meant my allowee was already short of one thousand, two hundred.

As I brought out the fetcher from the well and filled my bucket. I made quick calculations of how I was going to smell good and eat less this month.
If only the wind hadn't tried to blow my cover away. If only I had just sat in my house.

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Re: Diary Of An Anonymous Corper by Donpoker9(m): 11:44pm On Feb 06, 2018
Nice one gh0sts...just saw the movie "IT" this night....seems you are a fan of horror

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Re: Diary Of An Anonymous Corper by BiadeFolar(m): 6:39am On Feb 07, 2018
Yot got me scared dear, I almost thought the wind blew you into the welL! Anyways, don't mind the winds and its threats against ur small body. It's ur kunkulu body that drew me in the first place.

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Re: Diary Of An Anonymous Corper by sleekyskillz(m): 9:15am On Feb 07, 2018
ur stories are mind blowing, funny as hell n always keeps me on the edge...

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Re: Diary Of An Anonymous Corper by Nobody: 10:10am On Feb 07, 2018
The breeze would blow her into the well and she’d still be alive to tell this story? grin
BiadeFolar:
Yot got me scared dear, I almost thought the wind blew you into the welL!
Anyways, don't mind the winds and its threats against ur small body.
It's ur kunkulu body that drew me in the first place.

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Re: Diary Of An Anonymous Corper by BiadeFolar(m): 11:00am On Feb 07, 2018
LadyGoddiva:
The breeze would blow her into the well and she’d still be alive to tell this story? grin

with the small body, she can't drown... floating go tire her. The wind can even enter the well and blow her out grin

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Re: Diary Of An Anonymous Corper by Sexyolori(f): 11:06am On Feb 07, 2018
BiadeFolar:

*Might*
this man u have so much faith in urself,maybe there's something giving u ds faith.issokay,my asoebi is ready n waiting

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Re: Diary Of An Anonymous Corper by bimberry1307(f): 12:57pm On Feb 07, 2018
u this girl will not kill me with laughter. All my colleagues have started looking at me somehow. Thanks for this piece of work, really enjoying it.

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Re: Diary Of An Anonymous Corper by sod09(m): 2:42pm On Feb 07, 2018
gh0sts:
There was just one suggestion I got. That I should tie myself to a stone or fill a napsack with stones. Because if the wind should blow me down south, they don't have transport to send me back...these are people that were suppose to be my family and friends o. Shading me effortlessly.

now this is savage grin grin grin
no chill at all

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Re: Diary Of An Anonymous Corper by BiadeFolar(m): 3:25pm On Feb 07, 2018
Sexyolori:
this man u have so much faith in urself,maybe there's something giving u ds faith.issokay,my asoebi is ready n waiting

When I know watam doing grin

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Re: Diary Of An Anonymous Corper by EKLE: 4:17pm On Feb 07, 2018
I've been a ghost reader for the past 2 days... well done ma... u've made my week... thank u!

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Re: Diary Of An Anonymous Corper by Humulity: 6:04pm On Feb 07, 2018
If only I did not read your update, I wouldn't have smiled and relaxed.
Keep making my day.
Good work.......

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Re: Diary Of An Anonymous Corper by ClassicMan202(m): 8:27pm On Feb 07, 2018
gh0sts:
Harmattan was fun until the cool, mild breeze paved way for a wind that could pass for a cyclone. At first I was enjoying the strong wind, pushing my hair in my face. I always felt like those Hollywood actresses right before their love interest saw them Pushing aside my hair when it gets stuck on my glossy lips.



I see you gh0sts !!!

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Re: Diary Of An Anonymous Corper by Soteriahascome: 8:58pm On Feb 07, 2018
Your Story Is Interesting...
Please can you replace the devil with the Spirit of God.
I hate to read, the devil this and that...

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Re: Diary Of An Anonymous Corper by gh0sts: 6:05pm On Feb 08, 2018
This service is so boring. I have been so tired and bored recently. I really can't wait to leave here and just go back home. It's not like home won't be boring too. But at least I'll be bored in my father's house. In a familiar environment too. Oh! I'm forgetting a more stable electricity.

These days, my movement is so predictable. It's home to school, school back home. Except for Wednesdays when I have to go to CDs. There's been no hanging out...no random visits from people or to people. I've just always been home. I nap a lot. Very annoying how I pray for the day to end faster. I sleep at 12noon. After what I think to be five hours, I wake up only to find out it's 12.50pm. Haba! I can't sleep again till it's midnight. It's like my body system is conniving with the earth rotation to frustrate me. I don't even have to fun activities, or come in contact with people. So, I can at least have stories to tell.

I have never had such free schedule. Somehow, I wake up everyday, Saturdays included at 5.50am. I quietly pray, lips moving fervently but no sound. After that, I preheat my stew or soup...no light na. Take my bath. By 6.50am, I'm on my way to school. By 9.30, except for Mondays that I finish by 12noon. I'm home, lying on my bed and reading a novel or random stuffs on the internet. I sleep off soon after breakfast. Wake up earlier than I intend and do nothing, but read and eat until it's night again and I sleep. At least I'd put on some weight.

This has given me the opportunity to think more about my life. Things I'm going to change. How I'm going to be a better person.
My future. I'm enjoying this solitude. Although, sometimes it seems like loneliness comes creeping in like the shadow from the movie ' vanishing on 7th street' and just envelopes me. I now know how to deal with it when it happens. I've been reading a lot. Both hardcopy and soft copy. I'm also cooking and cleaning a lot. At least in all these, I'm sharpening my mind and adulting well. I'm beginning to enjoy my own company. At least I can laugh at my own short comings without being looked like a mad person. I didn't even know I was this funny until now. I started thinking up something or doing something and laughing alone. I never knew what it felt like to be happy without anybody. Whenever I bump into my neighbours. They are never around. We'll talk a little right before I go back in and enjoy my company, the best company.

If someone had told me there will be a time when the slightest of noise would bother me. I would have just assumed the person was giving a shot at predictions. Now, I hate noise. Whenever my compound becomes too noisy, I hiss continuously and when my mouth goes dry from hissing, I sigh and just will them to shut up from my room. I got myself an ear piece. Listening to music more. Especially, when I take a break from reading or when the noise becomes unbearable. I had forgotten I had such amazing playlists. Singing along and smiling at the lyrics that spoke to me. Dancing as I clean my room or just when the song touches me that way. Imagining, myself in a party I'd never go. I've often imagined myself being the girl both Ed sheeran and James Arthur are singing about.

My phone rarely rings too. I like that part a lot, I've always been scared of phone calls... It's one of those phobias with long names. Especially from numbers I don't know. I hate all those accusations of ' you've forgotten me na '. Very annoying.
I am not completely used to this ' staying alone without being bored or lonely ' thing, but I'm beginning to get a hang of it. I never knew I could catch so much fun being on my own.

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Re: Diary Of An Anonymous Corper by BiadeFolar(m): 7:20pm On Feb 08, 2018
Loneliness could be fun until Biade Fola comes to mind...
By the way, I used to hate noise, me and myself used to be my bestfriend but this changed the day dived in love with you! People could whine and wail, but the butterlies inside my belly sings me melodies*

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Re: Diary Of An Anonymous Corper by OlufemiWhit(m): 8:58pm On Feb 08, 2018
Biade warn yaself for dah place ooo.....nd get baq on Ya thread and gimme updates.....you dhy here dhy dive

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