No doubt, this two Items surpassed my wildest imagination.
Unfathomable! what a weird gift I got! Two big Diaries! And on one, My name was embossed boldly in Gold Prints on the customized hard cover!
I don’t know who sent me this mysterious Dairies. But whoever it was, He/She deserves a thumbs up.
I opened it and saw a hand written note on the first page.
I read the note repeatedly. I know it by heart now and it became the #2 lesson I learnt.
“IRONY of LIFE
The person saved does not want to live; The person that wants to live cannot be saved…
No matter how bad life treats you, if you put on the positive lens of Love, you will discover some good things hidden in the bad, and see God’s love all around You”
…[it had a lil’ post-script I didn’t like much]…
PS: Write down the events of each day in this diary. Take time out to reflect over it and you’ll see. Life Comes Alive With Love!
Now, I didn’t like that PS because…
1. I’m not the kind of person to sit down, write and meditate.
2. I hate being pitied and I think this sender must have sent me this diary out of pity.
Recently, I’ve been getting a lot of pity and advice. Everybody seems to know one reason why I shouldn’t have attempted suicide.
Oh Yeah! That wasn’t a typo, it’s real. I, Wuraola Omolabi, attempted suicide last week and the news spread like wild fire on every gossip blog. It’s not even my first attempt. But since last week, my days have been plagued with ‘I-heard-about-it’ Texts, ‘why-did-you-do-it’ Phone calls and bla bla bla.
Please don’t judge me too, I’ll tell you the full story another day. Okay?!
Errr… So where was I?
. . .
So I flipped through the diary that was customised in my name, frantically searching for the Sender’s Name. I found no clue, so I set it aside and picked up the other one.
Alas! this one reeked of reckless use. It wasn’t new. It was brown with age, worn out with dog ears on the leaves, coffee and oil stains here and there and EVERY PAGE WAS FILLED. Yes! Filled with a horrible calligraphic handwriting.
My heart started a sprint race.
‘Now this is serious! Why was I sent a filled personal diary?’ I asked. Worse is, I still don’t know the mysterious sender!
Wait! Am I about to read someone’s secret?! This could be an encrypted Top Government Secret File I’m about to read.
My chest muscles contracted with fear and I started sweating.
I tried to calm myself by saying, ‘perhaps I’ve watched too many Spy and Crime Movies’
*grin-grrrin* my phone Rang.
The caller’s ID was hidden. I shrugged and pressed the green button, expecting another ‘pity-caller’ but I was so so wrong!
I head a deep baritone voice on the other end.
“You have the diary with you, right? Do I need to tell you it is strictly confidential? Nobody else should know-‘
Without thinking I ended the call, threw the phone on the bed and gasped for breath.
My heart stopped sprinting and started a hurdle race.
For real, I’m neck-deep in trouble!
EPISODE 3 comes up tomorrow.
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