Fictions by Ima.

         JULY 6TH 1993      So far nursery school has been one of the most terrifying experiences of my life. I hate leaving home and I hate being alone. The first day I got to the school, I went down to my class with my mom and after she finished discussing with the teacher there, she smiled at me, hugged me and turned to leave with what seemed like the same kind of wet substance I saw in dad’s eyes. I ran to meet her and held her hand so we could go together but she let go of me. Just then, the teacher called out to me. I turned to find him and by the time I looked back, she was gone! She was gone!! I tried to run up the staircase to find her but my legs were too small, I had to crawl and when I got up to the last platform and found that she was nowhere in sight, I cried my life out. Hmm... while crying, some of the other children there started singing a song for me insinuating that I’m a cry baby who needed her mommy and I felt ashamed. Thin...

JULY 6TH 1992      This year is going to be one of my best years; now I can walk, pronounce some words, lift up and hold something without it dropping. My tall uncle has really been taking great care of me and he doesn’t mind my occasional pooing expeditions. Lol! But that other one is the weirdest of the crop. I think he knows I don’t like him cos whenever he picks me up, I cry as though I’m being kidnapped.      I heard mom say today that I’ll soon be going to a nursery school and I wonder what it means. She said I could go because I seemed bright. I don’t mind doing what she says but I wouldn’t want anything to keep me away from her, my uncle and this home. I keep having this sour feeling that I may not like the place but I guess I’ll just have to wait and see.

JULY 6TH 1991           I guess the year passed on quickly or slowly but what do I care? I slept most of the time and when I wasn’t sleeping, I was eating and when I wasn’t doing that, I was pooing...that was a part I really enjoyed. It was such a relieving experience and I didn’t have to clean it up. It was fun looking at the faces of my family members cleaning me up...comical. the only person that didn’t have a funny face was her; she cleaned me up with something that looked like a smile, as though she was enjoying it. When she cleaned, she would talk to me in the very same way she did when I was in my space. Sometimes I understood her and sometimes I didn’t but I just loved listening to her.      It was when she spoke to me again I realised that today was my birthday. No wonder she dressed me up nicely and everyone was smiling sheepishly. It was really cool cos I was treated like a princess. My siblings all carried me one after the other a...

                 JULY 6TH 1990   Today was a day like no other. I felt a little discomfort in my pleasant little home; the space was getting smaller or was I getting bigger? My tiny tube which I had loved to play with had become increasingly annoying and “what in God’s name was this water doing in here?” “And what ugly sac is this that covered me?” Wasn’t this the place I had spent months in? Why was I feeling tired of the place so soon? Maybe it’s the desire for more that came some days ago. I heard  her speak with her sweet voice of something I would later understand its meaning and I immediately desired to know more and see more for surely, there is indeed more to this tiny space of mine. So here is what I did. I started with a kick and after a few kicks, I tried turning round in my room, but I couldn’t. Boy was I big! Then a bright idea came. I began tearing at that ugly sac. I had dreamt of doing this for days now. I tore...