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2024-10-29 19:42:56Dad ran to a wooden box and hit it so hard that it broke. We were all tensed to see his next reaction. Stacy was in the middle of the room, smoking while Rita was focused on pleasing Dad by giving him whatever he wanted. I was just somewhere in the wide room, watching the whole drama.
"Where is it?" Dad asked.
"Check the other wallet," Rita replied.
"But I can't find anything there."
Dad saw nothing as he took a good look at the other wallet inside the wooden box. Carefully, he took hold of the third wallet and opened it.
"Turn it around," Rita advised.
A huge smile appeared on Dad's face as he found what he was looking for in the wallet.
"Finally!" Stacy whispered, throwing the half-eaten cigarette on the floor. The smell of the smoke nearly choked me but I was able to cover my nose properly before it affected me.
"So what do we do now?" Rita asked.
"We destroy i
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Perer Ford: Diary of a Stranger April 4
A window opened in the silent room. A bell clanged in the dark room. A short woman's voice sang out impatiently:"It is time to get out from your morning slumber!"A roar of thunder followed suddenly. Dried feet ran from one end of the room to another, swishing across the wooden floor until the short woman's voice ceased abruptly."Today, we will be seeing something unique. Something that has never been seen before in the open. Prepare your eyes for you will be marvelled when you come in contact with the awesome nature of God.""Okay," a sleepy mumble came out from a young woman.The beds were stacked together and I woke up from dream. It was a strange vision.
Perer Ford: Diary of a Stranger April 6
Dad usually takes a ride to get me lunch whenever he feels like I am very pissed. After the incident that happened on the second of April everything changed. He didn't look at me as often as I wanted and he was serious when he told me I was no longer a part of the agnostic club. It was a shock to me when he raised his voice and banished me from the group I was starting to see as my home. Banishment meant I no longer had the easy pass to attend any of their meetings. It meant there was nothing I shared with Rita, Stacy and him.I felt totally useless today as I remembered the picture he was burning. I felt totally shaken as I remembered the dream I had on the fourth of April. I know I spent a great deal of time on the month of March writing long meaningless entries because it meant a lot to me. March was a month where I was hoping my silent march to a new dawn would finally be made possible but as they say, you never can tell when your bell is up. You never can tell when
Perer Ford: Diary of a Stranger April 10
Absurdism is a philosophy which holds that the universe is chaotic and irrational and that any attempt to impose order will ultimately fail.Before Aunty Matilda visited today, I had an argument with Goodness over the phone. It started when I told him that I firmly believed that some people knew too much to the extent that they are unable to accept that they actually know nothing. Goodness said my statement was false. He said when you know too much, you are aware of the infinity you do not know. Hence, the realisation that you know nothing at all.I wasn't ready to accept defeat easily and I told him that his words only applied to humble people. After that, I asked him what will result when pride comes in the mind of knowledgeable people. I asked him how many knowledgeable people choose to accept the truth that they don't know. Then I told him that very few if not zero choose to accept the undeniable truth that we are all limited thinkers. We ended the call by no
Perer Ford: Diary of a Stranger April 16
After spending time with Aunty Matilda and thinking about the magazine written by Elder Wyatt Martin, I felt moved to take my first step in reaching out to the being who claimed to be the creator of mankind. The first thing I did was to pay a visit to the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. A church which sat proudly at the centre of Port-Harcourt. Its walls shimmering with hope."Hey Perer! How are you doing?""I am good. Do I know you from somewhere?"The intruder who was invading my privacy formed a smile on his face."I don't think we have met before but I have seen your Dad's wife here sometimes. I remember her saying her name was Sarah. It is good to know that you are doing well. To introduce myself, my name is Elder Moses! I live in Benue State in the Northern part of Nigeria! I love cooking and the outdoors. I also love playing sports! What do you love to do?"I was surprised at t
Perer Ford: Diary of a Stranger April 19
Sarah felt thoroughly empty and guilty today. She couldn't force herself to do anything, not even prayer. She looked like someone who had lost a child after a heavy fall. She was silent."Was there something bad that I did to you?"That was Dad's voice."It is your wife. I feel guilty for taking you away from her," Sarah said."It is not your fault. I am the one who made that decision not you.""I am still at fault for luring you away from your marriage. What was I thinking!"Dad dried Sarah's eyes. "Don't be too hard on yourself. It is not your fault that I am out of my marriage. My wife just doesn't value me the same way that you value me. She doesn't wants to know how I feel about certain issues. She is just too selfish and possessive."Sarah's voice went flat. "But she is still your wife. You are still married to her. She is still the mother of your children. Just take a good look at me. Do I look like a first wife to you? D
Perer Ford: Diary of a Stranger April 21
Sarah sat up in the hospital bed when I arrived; she was feeling much better than the way I met her yesterday. Some people say that it is a taboo for a man to beat his wife, others say it is a way to achieve respect from a stubborn wife. For me, Sarah was only doing the right thing.Yes! Marriage can be pretty difficult sometimes. The husband may annoy the wife and the wife may make a fool out of the husband but still, it is good for them to still stay together.Dad's relationship with Sarah has brought a lot of problems in our family and I am one of those few people who still wanted Dad and Mum to get back as one. I am one of those few people who still hoped that a day would come when Dad and Mum will be laughing in front of us and expressing their love for each other. Do you think I am crazy for wishing for my parents to be together? I know I am not crazy for wishing such a beautiful thing to happen. Yes! Sarah would have to go. She was the wrong variable in th
Perer Ford: Diary of a Stranger April 23
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Perer Ford: Diary of a Stranger April 26
Even the men who spend their monthly income in a bar gets into a fray. It is that simple desire to be always on top of your peers that gets them started. Dad got into a fight today over some stupid reasons that he refused to confess to me in the evening when we were having a peaceful time together."Do you know who I am?" Dad said in the morning to a man who had greatly disrespected him."Who do you think you are?" The man replied. "Are you Dangote's son?""Look Mr. Man, I am not your mate and I am not sure you know who you are talking to right now. Do I look like one of those boys you see on the road washing car with no future ambition?""You are worst than those set of guys you mentioned. You look like an Amoeba soaked inside a mosquito infested water."A quick fight followed. Fist against fist. Might against might. After a while, Dad and the man sat down on the pavement. The man was Dad's frien
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Chibuzor Victor Obih was born in the southern part of Nigeria. Delta State to be precise. His writing includes essays, poetry and short stories. He likes to play soccer, read, study and above all, write. He is currently a fourth year student of a renowned public university in Nigeria. The University of Port-Harcourt is where he is pursuing a bachelor's degree in Mechanical Engineering. Perer Ford: Diary of a Stranger is his second book and his second attempt to explore the beautiful world of a novelist. To stay connected with him and his works, you can follow him on Instagram using the account name, Chibuzor Victor Obih or follow him on Facebook using the account name, Author Chibuzor Victor Obih.
Perer Ford: Diary of a Stranger August 31
The pathway to heaven is rough. The streets are not tarred. The bells are not ringing. Where is God?Apart from the sound of the water dripping from the tap in the bathroom, I couldn't hear anything. I couldn't even hear my heart beating inside my chest."This is going to be my last attempt," I said to myself.I tried to turn around as I felt the impact of the drug I took. I tried to move my limbs but I couldn't. I closed my eyes and saw myself dying. It was terrible. Then, suddenly, I saw Jesus Christ looking down at me. His feet, white as snow. His hair, colorful as gold. He took my arm and told me to get up."I will give you another chance, Perer," he said."Why?" I asked, confused."Because you deserve it."I didn't know what else to say. I just stood there, shocked. I stood in front of the son of God I had condemned most of my life and I couldn't say anything. All I could think about was my book. The diary I had writt
Perer Ford: Diary of a Stranger August 26
"The first time I have ever thought of killing myself was in Port-Harcourt. I wanted to make my death quick. Less painful! I wanted to pass any sharp thing through my body and bleed till I was dead. I didn't realize how painful it was until I grew older," I said to the therapist."Where were your parents when you were going through all of this?" The therapist asked."What can I say about my parents," I said, thinking. "Dad stayed with us until he divorced Mum some months ago. Then I was sent to live with my uncle here as if I was the cause of their divorce. Dad was always thinking about life. He constantly joked about God. For your information, Dad hates God. I don't know the exact reason why he hates God, I only know he hates God. Anytime someone mentions the name of God, he gets pissed.""Do you think your Dad's hatred for God is the reason why you hate God too?""I don't think so," I swallowed hard. "My case is different from Dad. I only want answers t
Perer Ford: Diary of a Stranger August 23
For days, I have been pondering about the meaning of my life and I can tell you that I haven't been gripped by the fear of it even if it is the slightest bit of it. Have you ever been scared of dying and as well feel you are not afraid of living? Only two days did I hear a preacher speak of eternal life and it resounded in my ears for as long as I could remember. It was the first time a person read a bit of my mind without knowing me. Do you think I am slowly turning to God?For so long I have dreamt of Clag and Danny. And for so long I have demanded an answer as to why I was brought to this life, but yet, there haven't been any answers. For some reasons, I reckon, I am but only a roaming lifeless mustard seed enclosed in a showcase and packaged in a nylon called life. To prove my point, think of an empty space with an empty sack lying downwards. Can you imagine that?I left home today to visit Goodness. A newness of
Perer Ford: Diary of a Stranger August 20
"Thank you for coming today," the therapist said. "I was afraid you wouldn't come because of the way you sounded when you left my office the other day.""Can we continue from where we stopped. As you can see, I am already getting tired of this introductions.""I understand. I understand, Perer."The therapist turned my file to the next page."I thought I would never say this about you but you are an incredibly smart person. You deserve a good life.""Almost everyone does," I replied."Some, more than others. Those who set goals, work very hard, stay out of trouble and complete their education deserve a better life.""Can we get on with this, ma? I am trying hard not to freeze to death.""Are you cold?""No! But I am freezing yo death inside of me.""Give me time."I watched as the woman looked at my file, raised it up, turned it over and placed it back on
Perer Ford: Diary of a Stranger August 13
"Seven children?" Miss Bisi repeated. "I am sorry, you want us to have seven children.""Yes!" Uncle Max smiled."And you mustn't apologize all the time. It is permitted for couples to share diverse opinions on children. As long as there is love, there is unity.""And you want us to have peace in a home filled with seven children?"Uncle Max didn't mind having lots of children even if it was a dozen because he had spent most of his whole life being alone. The fact that Miss Bisi wanted less than seven kids was not going to change his mind."I was thinking," I interrupted, "with the rate of inflation going on in Nigeria and with the way jobs are getting fewer, how are you guys going to raise seven children in an unstable mixed economy?""God will provide," Uncle Max smiled."Yes! God will provide," Miss Bisi added, supporting his statement. "What is on my mind is not giving birth but being referred to as a married woman. I want people to start
Perer Ford: Diary of a Stranger August 9
"I want to help you, Perer," the therapist said. "We agreed to meet two days ago. Why did you delay?""I can't answer that, ma. And you can't help me. I am already a lost cause who is swimming on the surface of the earth. My time will come and I will soon die.""I understand," the therapist wrote something down on a book. "Any memories of your childhood you might want to share with me? Since the conversation about the people you care about last time did not lead us anywhere, I thought it would be best if you tell me about your childhood.""There is nothing to talk about in my childhood. It was a moment that has passed. It can't come back again even if I want it to."“Are you happy with the way your life is right now, Perer?”"Happiness is a subjective question, ma. It can mean a lot to a lot of people. Some people are in a relationship not because they are happy about it but because th
Perer Ford: Diary of a Stranger August 1
My day started almost in a haste. It started with the early morning sun shining in a rush before the rain started falling slowly from the sky. The rain fell like fine sifted unwanted powder thrown from above. I was still in Enugu and I was still at Uncle Max's house, acting with utmost perfection as if everything was alright with me. Not for one single time did Uncle Max wonder if my silence was a new found habit or if it was a cage I had deeply fallen into. The lack of communication that started between us two weeks ago was still growing everyday as if it had an unquenchable hunger that needed to be settled. The lack of communication bothered me as I counted the number of days remaining for the year to end. One hundred and fifty two days!"Miss Bisi is coming today," Uncle Max said as he served me a plate of rice and stew. "She has been asking questions about you and I have been finding lies to tell her. What is really wrong with you, Perer?"I felt my jaw drop but I
Perer Ford: Diary of a Stranger July 31
I did not talk. I could not talk as I sat on the white plastic chair. The therapist repeated the question, and again, instead of a response, all she got from me was a bland dying stare."Perer, relax. I want you to relax. I hope the plastic chair is comfortable?""Relaxation is not something that I fancy these days. Say what you want to say. I will answer as much as I can answer.""Alright," the therapist wore her glasses. "Perer, it may interest you to be informed that I have read your file over and over again and I still don't understand what your problem is. You said you are not suicidal but yet you are depressed. Do you care to explain what you mean by that statement? I will give you time to think about my question while I go through your file. I have decided to not charge you because I admire your courage to seek help. It is not common for young people of your age to admit they are suicidal. They see it as a crime!"I inhaled softly as I climbed into
