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....Dear diary, I love myself like I love black.  Diary, I love to write than to talk. I am going to lock my memories with you, please listen to me even if you are not interested, please do not be like the people I have come across, and also do not take my memories to others, they are a cherished treasure. First, I will tell you about the Hero of my Life. I will tell you about the reason behind my strength and I will tell you about the saver of my life. I will tell you about Maama. You see my Maama was a very disciplined woman. Maama was told to make sure she looks presentable anytime she goes out of the house, and can you believe Maama wore "Kaba and skirt" along with it's wrapper and its "Diku" with a big veil only to fetch water. Maama will put on her "Lelle" back anytime it gets wiped off or begins to fade, because Maama was told to always look as beautiful as a bride for Paa. Maama is 33, but she looks 40. The weight of the pot of water everyd...

'If you don't know the meaning of the word "confuse", ask that beautiful lady in your area, school or just around you.'      From childhood to my adolescence; my teen age, my mother and teachers always advised we the beautiful damsels with quality assets about how guys will be chasing us like their dreams when you get to some age. That age when your 'back case' and 'front engines' are very visible and tempting enough to confuse the blind. At those early stages of a lady's life, she starts to behave somewhat weird and sees herself as the world's most beautiful girl. It's abnormally normal. But the most funny part of all is when you make up your mind that you will marry any moment from that time, then you start to ask yourself rhetorical questions. Whenever I sat with my friends and that thing about love, relationship, dating or marriage pops out, you wont believe how we discuss the qualities we wish for in our Mr Right. Usually, I shy...

HER DIARY It was leaning by my gate. It was as if someone had intentionally placed it there to be recognised. It is black, and it's owner is not here. I walked passed it even though my curiosity was just above sea level, but the only thing in my mind now is how good my bed makes me feel. I need alot of rest after walking to and fro these mountanious surrounding. At a point I was wandering how the Sai (safa Wal marwah) will be like, I chose to work here because of the weather, forgetting most of my work had to do with walking up and down these hills. I always console myself with the fact that it is an exercise. Bag to the couch, one shoe at the gate, the other under the bed, trousers on the gate, shirt in the couch, watch and phone on the center table and the body straight to the bed. It is 4:45pm, I can have a nap before Magrib. It is past working hours and I don't expect any disturbing calls, though you cannot predict Mama, I hope she calls after Isha, so that I can pretend...