Category: Dear Diary

You know how sometimes you feel like something’s creeping too close in your space, and you whisper, “St Michael – the Archangel, defend me”? Yeah, that’s his cue.

At the edge of a dream, I stood before a radiant vision, where light poured into the ocean, painting the world in vivid colours—a scene of overwhelming beauty and profound mystery.

Dear Diary, Salty Surprise! August 18, 2024. Let me set the stage: I was curled up in bed, battling some next-level cramps, and desperately craving something normal to eat. After nearly 24 hours of feeling like I was on a nauseous rollercoaster, I needed something simple and comforting. Something like…pancakes! I’ve had some success with…

What on earth was a Parallel Rosary? We wondered but didn’t dare voice it to the General-Commandant that was our mother. Seeing the confusion brewing in our throats, she began to explain.

The strongest type of witchcraft doesn’t need brooms to fly at midnight. They reveal themselves with phrases like ‘I have said what I have said’ or ‘What I have said, I have said.’ No royal blood or naval fleet, not even ants as armies; still, if you encounter these types of people, run – and I mean run for your dear life – at your earliest opportunity.

I dragged myself out of bed, hair looking like I’ve been wrestling with a tornado, and there He was, with a big grin, shining like the bright morning sun. Oh, I am madly in love with this Guy, more than all of you put together.

I recount my day at Biblioteca Camões, where I encounter a couple who can’t stop kissing, a snoring man with smelly feet, a human pin cushion blasting music, and other quirky library regulars. Amidst these distractions, I question if kissing should be banned in libraries, just like eating and smoking.

Adulthood is supposed to be 90% common sense, our everyday is full of the absurdities of grown-up life.

Oh, I was so furious, so furious; if I saw a bucket of water, I would pour it on him so his shining wings, which were so proud in the air as I walked out of the exam hall, would dim a bit.

Yes, I, Olu, an average girl with average problems, have the extraordinary luck (or misfortune, depending on the day) of having God as my roommate. Yes, the actual Almighty.