All Chapters of Perer Ford: Diary of a Stranger: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

I got a zero score for an essay I worked very hard to write and it still doesn't make sense to me. Was my English teacher pissed at me for quoting Mandela's words on a philosophy well cherished by South Africans and the world at large? I stumbled across the “Ubuntu” philosophy online some days ago when I was looking for African philosophies that has changed the world. The philosophy I wrote for my essay was one of them and I am not pleased to know that I got nothing out of my efforts. Was my essay out of context? Did it not tell the story of a child in a decent manner that you wouldn't deny appreciating? I don't know if I should meet my English teacher and request for s change of score. As far as I am concerned, if my test score in English is left the way it is, I would definitely have a hard time passing the subject this term and since our exams were yet to begin until next week monday, I still have a week and a day to prove to my teacher that I was worth more than a ze

It has almost been a month since I had my first conversation with the girl who sells at the kiosk. The girl who I ran away from with the help of an Ice cream van. The girl whose name is Delaney. We have been keeping in touch for sometime now. Texting each other through our phones and expressing our love for each other in an integrated way. First of all, I have never considered dating anyone in my entire life but with everything changing in the vast world, I gave dating a lot of thoughts and I had her in mind. Though, Delaney was not from a rich family like I was and she didn't go to school like I did, I still liked her. I liked her because of the way she saw life and thr way she took control of every situation that came her wayShe was patient and hard-working. She was sweet and nice. She was also trying her best to cope with the stress that comes with making money and looking for quality education at the same time. It is not easy for someone to live the kind of life she was

The place i went to visit this afternoon with Uncle Max was huge. It was like a stadium or a battle field enclosed in a wall of brick. It was filled with trees, plants and steel cages with guards at its entrance. Inside the steel cages were animals of different descent. For the first time in my life I saw the tiger and I saw the lion whose mighty roar nearly scared me away. By the side of the cages were beautiful flowers. They were hibiscuses and roses lining the hedges at the wall of each cage in a carefully tended array. There was also a statue that excited me, guarding an open field of trimmed grass and the offices of people who managed the zoo. Adjacent to the offices was another building designated for people who worked dirty. People who ensured the animals were properly fed and taken care of. The world of the zoo was completely different from the world that I lived in. I could see animals with treacherous glances, begging to be set lose in order to bring horror to the human ra

It was a perfect day for celebrating the end of the year. It was a perfect day for celebrating the end of a boring year. Uncle Max was as happy as a man who had seen heaven. Miss Bisi was glad she was finally getting the attention she deserved. Dad and Mum were still avoiding each other and were not phoning Uncle Max as often as they did before to ask about my condition in Enugu. It was as if they had totally forgotten about me. Danny was still with Mum. Christle was still in campus, obviously sending requests for more money even when her University were on holidays. I wish that my family were all together. Dad standing at the centre of the sitting room. Mum trying to watch TV. Christle checking for social media updates on her phone while Danny running around like a hunted beast."I am going to your school today. I am hoping to see you at the top of your class," Uncle Max said this morning, "but then, anything can happen and my desires may not be fulfilled.""I thought

Uncle Max came back home today after two nights of sleeping outside his house. Merely looking at his face, I knew he had done a lot of adult things with Miss Bisi. Things he wouldn't be willing to tell me about. "Good morning," Uncle Max said to me as he sat down and turned on the TV."Good morning. How are you?" I asked."Tired. Yesterday was the best day of my life," Uncle Max declared."What made it the best day of your life?""You know the reason, Perer. Of course, it is Miss Bisi. That woman is an angel sent from heaven. She will forever be in my life because I will make sure she doesn't go anywhere far from me."I sat down close to Uncle Max in a way that would made someone to think that I was about to counsel him on some important issues."Do you really really like Miss Bisi?" I asked Uncle Max."Yes! I really really like Miss Bisi and I want to be with her forever.""Then ask her to be your wife. There is n