Fictions by Ima.

                                   6th JULY 2006    I've been thinking of death lately. Been wondering what it would feel like to die. My lil cousin who wasn't up to a month old just dies and somehow I'm thinking there'd be peace in the land of the dead. Its a place of rest but then I begin to imagine the silence- deafening. That's the part I don't think I would like. Like it or not, the various sounds we are exposed to are somewhat a blessing. But the troubles of this life are terrible. Parents fighting with their children, brother hurting brother and strangers kidnapping friends...hmmm.    Don't mind me diary, its just one if my lone thoughts.

                         NOVEMBER 6TH 2005       Went a’ camping in October in a rather new yet old part of the country. It was a totally different experience than what I have been used to in life. Ate a food I know I’d never eat on a normal day but it was fun.       I had been disturbing my parents about the camp ever since I heard of it and what made it worse was that most of my friends had gone ahead of me. When they eventually gave me the permission to attend, I didn’t know what to pack; I was so excited that I didn’t realise how long the camp would last.       When I got to the camp, I met my best friend at the time. She was on the big...let’s say, the fat side of life and for me, you only have to be fat to be seen by me as motherly and cuddly hence the reason why I wanted her to mother me during that period. I was pretty smaller than the other girls there but I was...

JULY 7TH 2004      One of the down-sides to doing stuff like I wrote yesterday is the guilt that comes afterwards. It was only about a week ago I gave my life to Christ again and again and I had pledged to be good but sometimes I don’t know what takes over me. I could really start off well and be ecstatic about it and retrogress later to a point where that it hardly seems like I started. I know God has a great plan for me but some of the things the world has to offer are so sweet and enticing. It’s hard not to want them again and again. It only seems fair or better to indulge and ask for forgiveness. And I’m afraid I’ve become addicted to this one. I pray that one day I receive salvation and perfect change. I want to be good, I think its safer to be good but the restraint is what I lack. Help me Lord to restrain myself when tempted to indulge in the things I know you know will never give me peace. Give me the courage to say NO to them and the determination to never loo...

                     JULY 6TH 2004       The crave had been on for days now; had been finding it a bit difficult to control it.  I was longing for that bitter-sweet, ecstasy-giving, cloud-living taste.       I had hoped I could wait until after the exams but the thirst had me cornered. The rush above all else was what I craved for. I tried to hold it back but my efforts failed me and then I caved in, convinced one of my friends at the house where I went to study before our examination that day to escort me so we could get it. She obliged and before I knew it, it was in my hand; she got one for herself as well. I sliced the sachet open with keen ferocity hoping not to be noticed; I squeezed the sachet and smiled when I felt the liquid flow down to my throat. I didn’t allow it a free pass just yet; I gaggled it making sure all its taste was everywhere in my mouth and then I let it go.    ...