In The Diaries of Dr. Kassy

I lost my first job opportunity today and as usual, I want you to be the first to know.   I woke up as early as the cock does and prepared myself fully by 7:00am for an interview that was scheduled to start at 10:00am. Just before I could finish locking my door, the rains descended from nowhere like an angry lion. I quickly unlocked my door and went back inside. I tried searching for my raincoat and umbrella only to realize that I have not owned any for close to a year now. I redirected my hope to my neighbors but since the morning was still young, I had to allow them to enjoy the extra time of sleep they had. After about an hour of waiting for the cats and dogs to be tamed, I woke them up with a knock on their door. To my surprise, none of them could help. My heart began racing like Usain Bolt: stepping into the rains was never an option because of my medical condition. In my anguish, I dropped down unto my carpet in tears, helplessly hoping and praying for a breakthrough but

“Oh no! I have dirtied the compound.   My things have become rubbish on the streets. So annoying!” Those were the first words Mr. Citizen used on himself when he noticed that the plastic bag he was holding was torn and that some of the things he had bought earlier might have dropped on the way without him knowing. He took a quick “census” to see if those valuable items were intact and to his surprise, they were. We all represent Mr. Citizen in our homes, communities, towns, cities and the country, as a whole. What do you think about first when you find yourself with an empty pure water sachet after enjoying the chilled water in it; what about the yoghurt container; the banana peels; the toffee cover; the plastic bag that harbored the “egg with pepper” or the pie or puff loaf you were head over heels chopping? Dropping it wherever you stand? Answer this to yourself with all sincerity. I once asked someone: I know you know perfectly well that dropping this on the street is n

You said I lied to you because you unveiled something you think is the truth. Here is my truth: All that I did, I did for excess love of you; all that I withheld from you, I did, to protect you. I feared in my little uncomfortable way that losing you will be the results of telling you that I slipped. Now, what I feared most has befallen me; I am losing you but I don’t have wings to fly to catch you. You are drowning in tears because I hurt you and I can’t even swim to dive to save you. What more can I say? It was a necessary evil to protect your heart from breaking.   All you needed was not to know because you knowing, was not needed. You call me a liar: I am belittled by that title. Call me a responsible liar and I will agree with you. Protecting you from the truth which stings was my biggest priority because I couldn’t afford to see you hurt for my stupidity. Nonetheless, I’ve still got to bear the cost now. I really wish you could grant me a listening ear for, just, a second

Clara returned to her room to study, having finished every grain of rice on her plate. With my usual routine, as a mother and wife, I had to remain in the kitchen to clean the dishes used for dinner in order to limit the work I’ll have to do the next morning. After about an hour, I entered her bedroom to kiss her, goodnight, only to realize that her cute torchlight was on, as well as, the main light bulb in her room as she read and I knew why.   She put on her torch as a source of light to support her sight and aid in free movement in the room when the main electricity for the house went off, a few minutes before dinner. The main electricity power kicked back in during dinner and on entering her room and seeing the whole place so bright, she automatically forgot about the small torch that gave her light when the main power source was gone. Two great lessons can be learnt from this: Clara forgot about the small torch; The small torch, despite how irrelevant its light was, didn&

If only life was as simple as it’s made up in fairytales, I would have built my kingdom on an island with beautiful flowers and grass all over; grown my own food and an animal farm with all sorts of animals that qualify to be meat. I would have molded my own perfect man out of fine black clay: his eyes like an ocean of love; his hair, so refreshing like a horse’s mane; his body built strongly with muscles and beautiful legs. Oh… My children… My children would have grown in a paradise; played with birds, butterflies, and fairies. They would have… Oh… wake up! Cut the crap! Life is not as simple as a fairytale. In the physical, “Money” is the captain of all ships. If you miss that guy, even for a day, your world will start crashing down on you like a broken mansion. Sometimes I ask: since when did life become so difficult; since when did living become so expensive; since when did money become the vital essence of survival; since when did it gain so much value in human existen

In the words of Michael Jackson, I perch at the corner of my lonely bed and sing “Another day has gone. I'm still all alone. How could this be that you're not here with me? You never said goodbye. Someone tell me why: Did you have to go and leave my world so cold? Everyday, I sit and ask myself: How did love slip away?” After I drop down from my “thought-ride” and notice, all I had been doing for hours was thinking about you, I look back at my distressed self and as Labrinth will put it, admit to myself shamefully, “Well, ‘It's hard for me to say, I'm jealous of the way… You're happy without me’”. I asked whether you were always going to be there for me and you said “Yes”. It didn’t take a long time for you to find someone else. Now, all the memories of me in your brain seem to have faded already. What about the late nights we stayed up together; the sunsets we enjoyed; the kiss you accidentally planted on my lips and the secrets we shared?  I can’