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 HIS FIRST DIARY, MURDER WAS THE CASE

7th July,2025

I heard Grandma telling us stories about how lust destroyed  many great men. Overthinking, the poison that killed most of them, and the third leg that stood at attention for every general, even the ugly ones. It's sad how we pray to Sogbolisa for bread, only to throw it away for fish who have had enough. Oh, the tears every night because the lion took away their death trap.

8th July,2025
I promise to stay true to my words, even in hard times. Tell them to monitor my soul in the dark, those who gave them light, Oyankopon. The slave master gave me my first Bible, three bottles of schnapps to Grandpa, and a white-covered diary to Grandma. From the Protestant school, I had seen the headteacher’s mistress own a diary. I overheard the elite girls saying they put all their secrets in them. I thought all secrets were made for the thing in the human skull.

9th July,2025
I uphold all African morals in high esteem. Grandpa never taught me forgiveness, even love was not a thing in the old colonial yard.  though humanity was key, we never joked with loyalty. Grandma opted to exchange her diary with my Bible, which I had already agreed to before she proposed. Of course, the young missionaries had won her heart, so she needed a guide. Diaries were not common. Grandpa sold 20 gold nuggets to get us that one. Even the one the headteacher received was traded for sex.

10th July,2025

Oh, Sogbolisa, why? Anger prevented me from becoming an AFA Priest during the last initiation. I always protect and appreciate your creativity. I was expelled from grammar school because I reported Efo Akpolu when he defiled a 13-year-old girl. I shall pour you drinks to drive away all evil in my heart.

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