Diary of A Mainland Girl

Dear Diary, I'm sad. No it's not exactly something personal, it's the world I live in. Yesterday, a 7 year old BABY was killed. They say he "tried to steal" garri. I couldn't bear to look at the photos, I forced myself to look at them. From the looks of the deep cuts his skin bore, they must have used cutlasses on him. Like that wasn't enough punishment, they tied his arms and legs and burned him alive. As I write, I'm crying and my heart is hurting. I occasionally stop typing and try to stop weeping but it's not working. How can people,, ADULTS more precisely do that to a child? How??!! Why didn't anyone do anything?? Where was the police? I couldn't function well after I saw that image. Do they understand that children are not responsible for the way they act? It was only garri!! Garri!!! This child was hungry!! Who kills people over hunger?? My fellow Nigerians do apparently. I love God but I'm starting to hate "religion". ...

Dear Diary, my mother's yelling woke me up today. Asin, I flew up o! No, this isn't me joking, mba, I felt myself levitate and start to fly. Period. Ehen, what was i saying again sef? Oh yeah, that's right.. My Mother. "YES MOM??!!" I responded in a voice that let her know she just upset me. I can't quite remember exactly the position I was when I responded, was I suspended in the air or was I on ground...my bed?? You can't tell me nufin Diarina, I flew, in my mind I saw myself flying, period. Is it your diary? Is it?? I know my witch of a sister reads what I write here and as she sees the part where I wrote "my bed" she's probably calling me a liar and considering leaving a comment letting the whole world know it's not "my bed". Yes yes, it belongs to her...the little witch! It's not even my room, I moved out of my room months ago..like a year now but who's counting? It's not like I moved out moved out, I simply sle...