All Chapters of Perer Ford: Diary of a Stranger: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

The first day of July should bring fresh flowers! Shouldn't it? The first day of July should bring peace! Shouldn't it? The first day of July should bring joy! Shouldn't it?"How was your trip from Lagos to Enugu?" Uncle Max took a coin I had never seen before and tossed it while my eyes circled as I watched it reach its maximum height and fall. He did it twice."It was boring," I said."Why was it boring?" Uncle Max asked."Because I had to sit alone in the back seat with a pregnant woman. She kept on complaining about her stomach as if I was the one that planted it in there."Uncle Max laughed. "Pregnancy is a heavy load to carry. You know she was just reacting to internal disturbances.""I know! Internal disturbances I didn't start. I hate when people bother me with their problems when they can solve it by themselves.""You mean you hate taking care of people's responsibilities?" Uncle Max asked. "That is not what I me

It was still morning when I heard that a soccer match which I had been craving to watch would be displayed in a betting shop. Bet9ja was the name of the betting shop! I thought for a while if there was a need of going to watch it and of course, there was a need. As a partial loner, I have always adored soccer games to any kind of game. I recall when some folks talked about this when I was younger. All I could say back then was how stupid they would be to prefer a soccer game over a movie. Not until I became a grown child did I discover it was more interesting than I had imagined. Sometimes, it sticks to my mind when I think of what some of my friends and family members would say about my choice of preferring soccer to any cartoon or movie. But, however, I am me and keeping up with what I do is making people understand I will keep being me and me forever. In accordance to what some fans would always yell, "wear our club jersey," I picked up a red jersey and wore it. I sa

Inside the room, I was welcomed by the buzz of an air-conditioner. The floor was covered with a rich black rug, and in the middle of the room was a massive couch on which two pairs of pillows were propped up in an orderly manner. By the far wall stood a plasma television slightly above a refrigerator. The room was cold so was my skin."Hello!" I said to no one in particular. For a moment it looked like I was not going to get a reply until I heard driblets of water coming from the bathroom."Sit down," a voice from the bathroom said. It was the woman Henry had set me up with. "Stay calm! Stay focused! Henry told me about you. You want to have a random conversation?""Sure," I smiled. "Let us do this Mrs. New woman.""Alright! Me? I am 32. Worried about our upcoming election, but today, right here and now, is lovely," the woman said."Most of the time, I think you are a scientist," I said, playing along."Well, I have a masters degree in conse

 Today is a new day and breathing the fresh air of dying leaves is one wonderful uncanny stuff I adore even though I don't want to because of everything that has been happening to me in the past few days. For the first time in my life, I thought of getting in contact with a spiritualist or a Pastor. I have always wanted to wander around this specific field where God was King. I told Uncle Max that I wanted to go somewhere with a friend. I lied and he believed my lie.In the afternoon, I left for a large river in Enugu with a strange looking man. We sat for an hour because I told him I wanted to get used to the moment of sitting close to a river without talking. We were silent.After an hour, we started talking. We talked about psychic readings and one thing astonished me from what he was saying. We all know that there are lots of things dividing us as humans. Our tribes, cultures, countries, etc. However, when I hear p

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