Dear Diary…Something Terrible Happened on Campus…TBEE Writes #19

I dragged my body out of bed lazily this morning really feeling tired and exhausted from studying till 2 a.m last night. It is not easy to be a student o! You see my goal is to get  first class and so far my grades from the first year are looking good. Our exams are coming up two weeks from now and I hope to read my handouts and notes from cover to cover.

Hurriedly I got ready for class and on my way, I scrolled through my text messages and sure enough, DT had sent me like three early morning love notes. I smiled and felt this is how to pamper a girl you love. DT knows how to make my world spin. I looked forward to catching up with him after lectures. My zeal for the day was rejuvenated but on getting to the lecture theater I saw students standing in groups and talking. Something was definitely up…my chest became heavy … I prayed and hoped it was not another bad news of losing one of our course mates. So far this semester there hasn’t been any fatal incidence apart from the lady who burnt her roommate with electric Iron. Thank goodness it the girl in question is fine.

I walked towards where Lizzy was standing with Peter the class governor and some others. “Guys, why is everyone standing outside instead of been seated in the lecture hall”, I said. Lizzy held her folder containing a few notebooks around her chest looking really blue. Agitated I asked, “will someone tell me what is going on here”! Peter responded finally, “It’s Dr. Bosun”. My heart started to race, “hope he is not…”Lizzy finally got her voice back, “no he is not dead but critically injured and in the hospital”.

The whole gist came tumbling out. The previous night, Dr. Bosun was attacked somewhere around the campus. His car was vandalized and he was seriously beaten. This meant that his class for this morning was automatically canceled. I was flabbergasted and not happy even though I had just recently been the object of Dr. Bosun’s attraction. No one knew who the attackers were. Trust students, some believed that perhaps Dr. Bosun was reaping from his past actions of harassing his students. The gist is that the school authority had vowed to investigate the matter and deal decisively with the perpetrators.

At last, we were forced to all disperse to attend other lectures for the day but this Dr. Bosun’s incidence became the center of discussions throughout the day. There are students who will really be happy about the fact that he was dealt with in that way. I mean there are many female students repeating his course simply because they won’t accept his sexual advances. Could it be one of them or what is it just that he ran into some cult guys who were about their usual midnight routine? Hmmmn, God please save us from these cult guys o. I really hope that they will be caught so we can have a safer campus.

The good thing about this is that now I have been spared the stress of having to turn down Dr. Bosun’s disguised advances in the name of been his P.A at a seminar. Life is full of twist and turns …hmmmn see how God saved me…now that is a wicked thought! Well…I wish him a quick recovery. Goodnight dear diary.

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Dear Diary…An Invitation to my Lecturers Office…TBEE Writes #16

Dear Diary…The Soup Thief was Caught But A threat is Underway TBEE Writes #18


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Dear Diary…The Soup thief was caught But a threat is under way…TBEE Writes #18


Dear diary,
The thief that stole I and Lizzy’s pot of soup has finally been caught! Heehee…she is going to pay for it. Was it our hatched plan of getting her caught that did the magic? Yes we had intended to set a trap for the thief but as providence would have it she was caught right in the act stealing another person’s pot of jollof rice. You won’t believe who this thief is…It is the “effizy” and popular girl Romoke who behaved like her parents owned all the money in the world. Romoke carries herself like she didn’t even visit the toilet like the rest of us (Pardon me if I caused you to squeeze your face). Her fake shakara has caught up with her. Why couldn’t she make her own meals from the big monies she always talked about? If she can’t cook at least she could at least hire someone or buy from the bukas or restaurants in the school.
It was a big disgrace to have been caught like that. Now, am I sure Romoke was the one who stole our pot of soup? Well she is the only one that has been caught so she is the prime suspect in any other food theft. As far as I am concerned she will pay for my pot of soup…very costly one at that!

Apart from the saga with Romoke, DT my boyfriend now knows about Dr. Bosun’s new found idea that I accompany him as his P.A to a presentation. I thought he would hit the roof but he took the matter calmly. In fact he even said that I should go with him to the presentation and that he would be watching my back. My own plan is to fane that I am sick when the day finally arrives. DT smiled and told me that I should simply play along and that if Dr. Bosun tries anything his boys will be waiting. Now, this got me worried. “I don’t want anybody getting hurt DT”, I said. He smiled and told me that they will only teach him a lesson for daring to harass me his girlfriend. I tried to tell him that he and I could get into serious trouble with this his plan. DT had this wicked smile on his face which made me to wonder again about what I really knew about my boyfriend. Anyway we chatted about other things and thought of going out on a special date. This made me happy and I felt special but there was this knot in my stomach. Something is not adding up.

After DT left I got a call from Peter my class governor again. This is beginning to become a habit. He said he just wanted to know how I was feeling about the Dr. Bosun’s matter. I told him that I was ok then he quickly added that he hadn’t been seeing me at the school chapel for services. Peter is beginning to sound like my parents. “I go when I have time”, I said. He gently encouraged me to try and make it on Sunday. Hmmm, Peter the evangelist, I said and we both busted out laughing. We said our goodbyes and then I lay on my bed suddenly comparing Peter with DT, I mean in terms of how they handled Issues. I sighed and prayed that this matter of Dr. Bosun will not spiral into something out of control. I just want to graduate from the university in one peace.
Good night dear diary.

Adebisi Adetunji (C)

Dear Diary…An Invitation to my Lecturer’s Office…TBEE Writes #16

Remember my stolen pot of stew…hmmm, Lizzy and I found the empty dirty pot beside the general tap area where we fetch water in the hostel. It brought back all the anger in me. The silly girl couldn’t even wash the pot after feeding on our priceless stew that we made with a lot of money. The desire to catch this thief became stronger. Lizzy and I are hatching a plan of how to catch this “senseless and wicked thief” in our female hostel. Hope we succeed.

Finding the thief gave me the energy to face my day. I went for lectures with that in mind. While gathering my notes together after our lecture with Dr. Bosun, he walked past me at my desk and casually said, “Miss TBEE see me in my office”. A confused expression on my face said, “what for?” But he didn’t wait to get any response from me. I quickly scanned the room full of students engaged in petty chats and others were rushing out to attend their next lecture. At the far extreme was our class governor Peter struggling to collect another bundle of spiral bonded assignment of students to be submitted to Dr. Bosun. “Surely Peter must know why Dr. Bosun wanted to see me”, I thought. So I went in his direction with my own assignment in hand to give to him and as well find out what was up with Dr. Bosun. I called out Peter’s name, but it took him a while to see him as he was surrounded by other students all wanting to submit their assignments at the same time. He looked exasperated and even snapped at a few fellow students.

I waited patiently until there were only about three people or so to submit mine. It was my last lecture for the day so I had all the time. As soon as we were left alone I asked, “Peter do you know why Dr. Bosun wants to see me”? I don’t know, he replied. Then it dawned on me that this might not be a course related invitation. I held my books and folder close to my chest and took deep breaths. Peter understood and said, “If he asks you for anything you are not comfortable with, you have a right to say No”! “See what you have caused now Peter, I said referring to the day he made me accompany him to Dr. Bosun’s office all in the name of submitting assignments.

Peter offered to follow me to Dr. Bosun’s office or at least to the door while he waits outside but I told him that I could handle Dr. Bosun. Then he reminded me that he still had to submit our finished assignments to Dr. Bosun’s office. And he suggested that we go to the office together which might prevent Dr. Bosun from whatever agenda he had in mind. I wasn’t feeling as brave as I sounded. The last thing I wanted was to be in the bad books of a lecturer who will want to frustrate my academic pursuit simply because I won’t date him. Dr. Bosun is known to be notorious for chasing after girls on campus. And sometimes girls who didn’t cooperate were made to carry over the course. I muttered silent prayers hoping that I was not about to be another victim because I have no intention of dating my lecturer.

We entered Dr. Bosun’s office with me helping to carry a number of bonded copies of assignments. The bald shining head was the first thing I saw before the grin on his face when he saw me. “Haa Miss TBEE, you are here already”. I didn’t even bother to answer; I just stood staring at him waiting. Peter also stood waiting but Dr. Bosun was determined to see me alone so he asked Peter if there was anything else he wanted. Peter took that as a cue and so he stepped outside.
“What does this man want with me?; I fumed on the inside while maintaining a serious look on my face. Dr. Bosun did not waste time in explaining why he had called me to his office. He simply said, “Miss TBEE I have followed your performance in my course and I can see that you are a serious student. Keep it up”. I responded, “Thank you sir” while screaming in my heart, “can I go now”.
Clearing his throat, “I like girls like you who do not waste their parent’s money”. I waited for the bomb to drop and it did in a subtle way. “Em, I have a paper presentation coming up and I will like to give you a chance of making a few bucks by going along with me as my P.A”. I stared at him in disbelieve while he added that it was an opportunity that he rarely gave to students. See me see trouble; this man must think that I am dumb. He was hitting at me with a promised opportunity as bait. Now was not the time to blurt out a No, so I simply thanked him for this “rare opportunity” and made him feel like I was looking forward to it. However, I knew I had to put a plan in place to escape this trap. How was I going to achieve this? I seriously don’t know yet.

Finally I got out of Dr. Bosun’s office and sure enough, Peter was waiting. When I told him what Dr. Bosun said, he was relieved but I was far from been relieved.

Dear Diary, I am wondering why my life is wrapped in so much drama. Well, time to rest my throbbing head. Tomorrow is another day.

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Dear Diary…A Thief in the Hostel TBEE Writes #15

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Dear Diary…A Thief in the Hostel …TBEE Writes #15

jotterDear dairy today I got an alert on my phone, a delightful one. Dad sent me some money and my bank alerted me. Lizzy was standing next to me when the alert came in when she saw the smile on my face she knew what that meant. She shouted, “1O% is my own share “. I replied, “as my what?”. As your love consultant and friend, she responded. We both busted out laughing. And then Lizzy said, “seriously I am broke moi friend”!. What are friends for, I thought? I asked Lizzy to accompany me to the mini market on campus and we purchased a few things some of which I shared with her. Lizzy was all smiles and it felt good. She is someone who has shared her food stuff, cooked meals and so much more with me. It was my turn to show some love too.

We planned to do a joint cooking and decided to use the common kitchen close to Lizzy’s room. Cooking in the room has been banned since a girl’s room caught fire while using her hot Plate to cook in her room. We started to make stew and prepare plain white rice for dinner. Our girls talk centered around my boyfriend DT. I shared with Lizzy my concerns about DT’s jealousy and temper tantrum. She in her wisdom advised me to be careful and with a few words said, “Love is not by force o”! The stew was ready so while the rice boils we decided to go to Lizzy’s room and come back to check the food. pot-of-stew

In the room, our gist moved to Peter our class governor. I can’t remember which of us asked the question but it all landed on the question of who Peter’s girlfriend was. Lizzy said he was always around so many girls which made it difficult to pin him to any particular girl who might have his attention. We giggled and laughed as we tried to list the girls whom we think Peter might have eyes for. Ask me again o, “What was our business in the boys love life matter?”. Then Lizzy mentioned that Peter might not have time for girl issue yet. I asked why and she said that he seemed like the churchy type. I laughed and told Lizzy that even church guys have eyes for beautiful ladies. We laughed and giggled some more. All the while our rice was getting burnt.

Our gist was interrupted by a loud voice outside Lizzy’s room. “Who is cooking burnt offering rice o?. We both rushed out and ran to the common kitchen, too late our rice was thoroughly burnt. As if that was not enough we looked at the corner where our pot of stew was, it was gone. It was not a funny matter. Trust Lizzy she raised her voice shouting, “Thief heee…who stole my pot of stew”! Girls came rushing to the kitchen asking questions and expressing disgust for such a behavior. Others blamed us for not been sharp (meaning leaving our pot of soup). Now how were we going to find the one thief in a hostel which houses more than a hundred girls?

It was really upsetting for Lizzy and I as we had to settle for bread and sardine for dinner. If I catch that thief hen?! Remind me never to leave my food at the general kitchen ever again.

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Dear Diary…Drama at Our School Cafeteria… TBEE Writes #14

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Dear Diary…Drama at Our School Cafeteria …TBEE Writes #14

jotterMy day started out in an upbeat mode, rushing through one lecture hall to another. I could not wait to take my breakfast because to be late for Professor’s class was serious academic suicide. Attendance takes 30% of our total score in Psychology 205, one of my major courses. To top it all up he fixed his lecture for 6.30am. Share Wickedness in my “student mind” opinion.

At 6.15am I was already sited in class waiting for the almighty Professor. Those who missed his class or came late landed in double trouble. First it will be a minus score in their attendance and secondly, Professor decided to give us a one-page answer test. We will get one question and write a one-page narrative answer. Anything beyond the first one page will be canceled. Phew… I don’t envy my course mates who missed the test. With Professor there is no mercy.

Anyway, things were going smoothly until during our break time at the bukateria area of the school. All kinds of shops lined up this place, some selling snacks and soft drinks and some selling cooked food. Since I didn’t have time to take my breakfast I was really hungry and not in the mood for any meat-pie, doughnut or any snack for that matter. In the company of some of my friends including the class governor Peter, we choose Iya Saratu’s Buka. Only at her buka will you getAbula on Campus. She served hot Amala, gbegiri and ewedu. We all sat down and enjoyed our lunch. Although the semester was already “pregnant”, meaning we were all kind of broke at the time but Iya Saratu’s food was cheap. With N150 OR N200, one will get a good meal.

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As usual, Peter treated us to some jokes and in between swallowing our Amala we chuckled. I had to speak out that it was bad manners speaking while eating and Lizzy responded that this was not an etiquette class. While these words were still on her lips her facial expression changed and her eyes moved in the direction behind my back. It was a signal that someone I know just walked into the bukateria.

I turned and it was DT, my boyfriend. I smiled, happy to see him.  I beckoned to him to join us. Anyway, he walked towards our way and said a nice hello to everyone on the table and I did a short introduction of everyone. When I mentioned the name of Peter, DT cut me and said, “Oh so this is Peter, I have wanted to meet you in person”. “Really, I have become a superstar”, Peter responded. If only he knew why DT, wanted to meet him. I kicked myself in the head hoping and praying that DT will not make a scene. It will be so embarrassing but I guess the others at the table made him control his reaction. So instead of making a fuss, he responded with “I have heard so much about you”. Lizzy chips in, “Peter is our darling, caring and hard working class governor”. Chai… does this girl want to add fuel to an already kindling fire? The laughter of others on the table covered up for any uncomfortable words DT might have intended to say.

DT, declined the offer to sit with us at the table saying that he only came by to buy a few bottles of soft drink. I knew that was a lie but its ok by me. I mean I wouldn’t want him staring at me from a corner table right at the bukatatria. Hmmm, see me see trouble. You know I had planned on warning Peter about my boyfriend’s jealousy but seriously I changed my mind. It is embarrassing to have to do that, it is not like the poor boy asked me out or something. As for the other night, Peter only called to remind me of a group discussion we had planned with some other course mates.

DT called to see me later in the evening but thankfully he didn’t mention anything about Peter. I hope this silence will last. All in all, today was a good day. Goodnight dear diary.

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Dear Diary…Dad, Me & DT’s Jealousy…TBEE Writes #13


Buka/Bukataria: Local restauarant that serves local foods of a community

Abula: Yam flour solid paste served with two soups (Gbegiri & Ewedu) in a plate.

Gbegiri: Beans soup

Ewedu: A vegetable soup peculiar to the Yorubas in Southwest Nigeria.

If you want the recipee for Abula and how to prepare this delicious meal visit Naija Cuisine.

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Dear Diary…Dad, Me & DT’s Jealousy …TBEE Writes #13

jotterI finally had to go home for a sleep over to see dad. I was already home waiting before dad came home from work. Mom said I should stay in my room and allow dad to finish taking his dinner then I would come out to meet with him, hopefully by then he will be in a good mood.

Immediately dad finished eating and I heard him laughing about something, I showed up in the living room and knelt down right beside him where he sat on the couch. “What is she doing here?” dad said in a raised voice. Mom pleaded on my behalf that he gives me a chance to explain myself. She added that she had already scolded me seriously and that I was now sober. Hmmm…leave that angle to me.

I had never seen dad become so angry with me like this. In my mind, I believed that he felt really disappointed in me for not holding onto the virtues of been a decent girl that we were taught at home. I can’t remember all that I said but it amounted to “I am sorry sir”. “I did not forget how you raised me, sir”. I just wanted to have some harmless fun. By the time I was through, I was in tears.
Finally, dad looked at me in the eye and said, “Dear daughter I only want what is best for you”. Fun is good but if you are in the wrong company you will get into serious trouble. He then asked if I had been going to church in school. I said I had been going but did not add that it was a once in a while trip. Dad looked at me and I knew that he knew that I was lying. He took a deep breath and reminded me that he and mom worked so hard to give us the best and it was up to me to face what I was in school for. He gave me a stern warning that it should not repeat itself and that he was going to show up on my campus unannounced every now and then. I was relieved that at least for the moment he had softened up. My dad does love me but I have to be careful and I don’t want to do anything that will embarrass them again.

The next day I was back in school again after raiding the house packing all kinds of food stuff that I needed. DT, showed up at my hostel and asked where I was last night. You see I did not inform him that I will be going home to see my parents, my way of dealing with him for not believing me when I said there was nothing between me and Peter. I did not want him to make a scene outside my hostel room door so I allowed him in.

As soon as I closed the door I faced DT and said, “If you cannot trust me enough then there is no point in this relationship”. His chest moved up and down as he took quick heavy breaths. After staring at each other for about a minute or so I finally said, “I went home to see dad”. A look of relief fell on DT‘s face. “How did it go?” he asked. “Fine” I answered curtly. He knew that I was upset with him, I mean after all it was our party escapade that got me into trouble with my dad in the first place. Hun…what we do for love sometimes, I thought to myself. And here was the object of my love always having one temper tantrum or jealously over suspicious.

DT took two quick steps and held me in an embrace but I didn’t hug him back. He won’t give up as he held me even closer, finally, I had to give in. We laughed and talked. Somewhere in between our chat over a bottle of drink and chin-chin, my phone rang. I looked at the caller’s number to know who was calling, It was a call I did not want to pick.

Guess who was calling? Peter! How would I be able to pick his call just when DT and I had only managed to settle our jealous brawl? I squeezed my face and wondered why Peter was calling me again. DT read my reaction and asked who it was that was calling. I said flatly…Peter. Hmmm…”What does he want?”, in an angry tone was DT’s response. I was not ready for another argument. DT, don’t give me stress; I don’t know why he is calling? He is my class governor by the way. All these and more words came rolling out of my mouth. DT, only had this to say, “Tell him to stay away from you or else…!” What did DT mean by that statement? I honestly hope this will not result in to a fight. I would hate to have that happen because of me.

Finally, DT left and as I lay down to sleep, I am reminded to warn Peter…I don’t want any trouble o. Dear Diary my life is getting more complicated…Maybe I should ….? Well I will have to figure out how to untangle myself.

Adebisi Adetunji (C)

Dear Diary…Entangled between three Men…TBEE Writes #12

jotterAfter Mom’s visit over the weekend, I couldn’t help but think about a few things she said. My life should not be this  complicated. As a girl raised in church certain things are expected but hey who says I can’t live my own life. I love DT but I also need to be careful. Surely Mom is not expecting me to break up with him. On the other hand, where is this relationship really headed? (Chuckles) I can’t seriously be thinking about the road down a commitment already, after all, I am still a 200Level undergraduate student.

DT seemed like he is serious about me with all the over protectiveness. He is kind of possessive and wants to protect me, something I enjoy anyway but sometimes I feel like he has his guys in my faculty watching me. Even when we go out to parties, he has these three friends who always surround me making jokes when he has to step out for a few minutes. I know that they are there to watch and protect me his babe. I pretend most times like I don’t know what is up. DT wanted to come checking on me on Sunday morning but I had to go to church.

We did catch up later in the afternoon. He was waiting for me outside the School chapel. I smiled when I saw him but wondered why he didn’t come to worship like the rest of us. He said there was a whole lot to clean up in his room…*Wink * but he had time to pick me up. We talked about the event of early Saturday morning and other things about school life.
I still have one big matter to settle, that’s my dad. I dread facing him again but I have no choice. Mom said I should wait for her call before coming home. “Hmmm, see me see wahala“.

As if my life is not already complicated something happened today that left me wondering why I wasn’t watchful. You see I am one of those students who mind my business. Oh, I have friends but I try not to get noticed by any of my lecturers. Some girls like Adaora will come to class looking like it’s a club night meeting and even sit in front chewing gum loudly. A few lecturers will ask her to stop or go out of their class. Going to a lecturer’s office was an exercise I do only when absolutely necessary o. So Peter our class governor, while trying to arrange the sheets of an assignment we had just submitted stumbled and down came all the sheets scattered all over the place. I was standing close to him and I immediately bent down to help him pick the sheets. After we managed to gather everything together he thanked me and asked if I could help him carry some of the sheets to Dr. Bosun’s office. Without thinking I offered to help and off we went to the fourth floor where Dr. Bosun’s office is located.

Peter is the dramatic guy in the class, he always had a funny joke to tell and people loved him. So it wasn’t surprising that he had something to say to make me laugh. We even joked about  Professor Mark the grammarian. Before we knew it we were already at the lecturer’s door. Peter entered first after knocking and then I followed right behind. Dr. Bosun was sited at his table looking through a journal or something with his bald head reflecting in the ray of light that shone through his window. “Good afternoon sir, here are the assignments for submission,” said Peter while I just mumbled a sort of greeting just wanting to drop the sheets on my hand and take off. As if he only heard my voice and not that of Peter, he looked at me and asked who I was. Peter said I was one of his students and a classmate. “Really, how come I don’t know you”, Dr. Bosun responded. The look in his eyes said there was more to his words. He asked for my name, what part of the country I was from, why I choose Psychology as a course and a whole lot of questions about me that were not really his business.

The more he asked the more uncomfortable I became. I kept thinking how did I get myself into this mess? The gist around class was the Dr. Bosun was a ladies man who liked to flirt with students and got his way with some, although he tries to cover his tracks well. Just when I was thinking of a way of escape Peter cleared his throat and said we had another lecture in 5 minutes time, that was how we escaped. But as we went out the door, Dr. Bosun said, “Miss TBEE nice meeting you, I’ll be seeing you in class, hen”.

When we finally closed the door behind us I gave Peter that look that said: “look what you’ve gotten me into”. He mouthed an apology in whispers. I told him just pray that Dr. Bosun doesn’t make me a target to be wooed o.

Later this evening DT, called to ask about how my day went and we didn’t say more than two sentences before he blurted out, “And who was that guy you were busy chatting and laughing with on the fourth floor of your department”? DT, he is my class governor and nothing more jealous lover, I replied. I thought it was a joke o but DT felt strongly about it so our phone conversation ended on a bad note.

On top of the stress, I am going through with my parents this guy wants to be giving me an attitude over a baseless suspicion. He is simply not serious and I cannot deal with this right now. I want a peaceful evening. Just when I was thinking of relaxing with a simple dinner and watching a movie, my phone rings. It was Peter, my class governor trying to apologize for what happened earlier in the day at Dr. Bosun’s office. I said it was not a big deal and he cracked a joke again. We laughed and I said goodnight. If DT even gets an inclination that he called, he is probably going to go bananas…I chuckled.
Ok dear diary, time to have some peace.

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Dear Diary…Mom’s Tough Visit…TBEE Writes #11

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Word Glossary:

See me see wahala – Look what big trouble I have gotten myself into.

Babe –  pidgin  word for the affectionate word baby

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Dear Diary…Mom’s Tough Visit…TBEE Writes #11

jotterDear Diary I waited anxiously for mom’s arrival. Late into the afternoon, she came knocking on my door. As soon as I heard three gentle knocks that landed so softly in quick successions on my door I knew it was her. Mom knocks the same way on the door of the room I share with my sister. It was easy to quickly clear up whatever little secret thing we had going before she makes an entrance.

“Coming Mom”, I responded in a not too confident voice. When I opened the door she was nicely dressed and looking beautiful as ever in her newly retouched and set hair style. I curtsied like a proper African child and said, “Welcome mom”. She barely smiled and stepped into my room stopping in the middle of the room inspecting it. Her eyes roamed from my bed to my kitchen corner; books lying all over the place. I knew what would come next, “TBEE, you are living in a mess! “So…sorry mom, I was going to clean it up” I said. “Really…when?” she replied.

She did not even wait for me to offer her a seat before going straight to the issue at hand. “Young lady, can you explain what exactly happened in the early hours of this morning?” “Where were you coming from”? Mom reeled out like five questions and at first, I didn’t know which to answer first. Bottom line she wanted a very good explanation for my behavior. I took a deep breath and knew that my only option was to tell her the truth and go straight to the point.

I found my voice somehow and told her that I was coming from an all-night party with the guy I was dating. Mom decided she needed to sit down before responding to what I had said. She pushed some of the clothes on the bed aside and found a space to sit down. We had a long mother and daughter conversation. The gist was a long one but I did get the message that I needed to be careful of how I am living my life now on campus because it could either mar or make my future. Changing dad’s mind about how he felt about the whole issue was still going to be a herculean task even with an understanding mom. I am hoping I can get a soft landing with her help. We both agreed that I have to come home to have a father, daughter talk.

It wasn’t like Mom just accepted things without giving me her own stern warning about this boyfriend of mine…DT she means. She asked in a round about way to find out if I had been sleeping with him to which I didn’t respond to. Then she called out my name repeatedly…“How many times did I call you”, she concluded. I said, three times mom. Hmmm… if you are not ready to have a baby, don’t go doing what brings babies”, she warned.  After she left I was still sober but my friend came visiting and there was at least something cheerful to end my day with.

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Dear Diary…Emotionally disturbed…TBEE Writes #10

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Dear Diary…Emotionally disturbed…TBEE Writes #10


I tried so hard to meet the Monday edition of this post but couldn’t…So sorry if you have been following the story of TBEE…Here it is now…Thank you for following.

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jotterThe drama in the early hours of this morning left me shaken. My thought was disoriented as I lay in my bed staring at my pink and blue flowery wall. My beautiful wallpaper which always brought a smile to my face didn’t have the power to do that at the moment.

I was really upset and sad that my dad had caught me right in the arms of my boyfriend DT while walking like two love beds in my tightly fitted mini dress. I was supposed to be in my room in the hostel, sleeping or at least awake cleaning at 6 a.m. on a Saturday like other girls. The disappointed and pained look on my father’s face kept coming back like pictures from a movie scene.

Dear Diary I expected Dad to raise his voice and give me a good lecture about how he had raised me up as a good Christian girl. At home when we misbehaved we usually got lessons from scriptures in the Holy Bible. God help you…if dad was in a good mood you will only have to recite like… ten verses of scriptures if not you are going to write down and memorize like twenty Bible verses. By the time you are done you would have preferred a good spanking to the rigor. It always left you sober but this made us learn verses in advance for the day of “discipline”.

But this morning my dad was different…his eyes said I raised you better than this. As soon as DT sneaked away, I stood there in front of dad expecting the backlash but instead, there was dead silence. Although one or two cars drove past us it felt like we were the only two people standing in the world. Father and daughter stood there facing each other. My head was bowed down in embarrassment but when no words came from my father I had to lift my head to look at him…my eyes were pleading with him to understand that I was young and just wanted to have some fun.

My father made a U-Turn, opened the car door, hopped in  and drove off without looking at me. I stood there in the cold watching as his car sped off leaving a big gap between us. I felt a lump in my throat and wanted to cry but the tears won’t come. I gathered the little strength I had left and forced my feet to move towards my hostel. Exhausted from the all night dancing and emotional drain of meeting dad in the parking lot I slammed myself on my made bed.

You see I love my dad and really didn’t want him to misunderstand me. “I am not a prodigal daughter”…I said aloud to myself. Then the tears flowed down my face. I had a good cry and was not happy. Throughout the day I refused to do my usual Saturday cleaning. I just didn’t have the strength to do it. DT did call to find out how things turned out between me and Dad. I mumbled a few senseless words and he said he’ll come over to check on me later. Now how am I going to settle this mess? An idea came…Yes

Moms always know what to do. When I called mom she had all the details from my dad already. She had just four words for me…”I am coming over”. She sounded even more disturbed than I was. They say a well-behaved child belongs to the father but a bad one is the mother’s headache. Is mom having a headache because of me? Who knows what Dad might have said to her.

Okay, I am bracing myself for the meeting at least I’ll get to explain my side of the story and get her to placate dad. Still waiting for Mum but I have managed to clean up and eat a little food. I better warn DT not to come see me today, I don’t want him and mom to meet o…that would be another saga!

Dear Diary writing this down sort of really calmed me. Now all I have to do is wait.

Adebisi Adetunji (C)

Dear Diary…Caught in the Act…TBEE Writes #9

jotterAfter the drama at our hostel, it wasn’t uncommon to see girls gather around the general tap while fetching water talking about the unbelievable act. I mean it’s not like fights hadn’t happened in our hostel before but this was definitely taking it to a dangerous level. I mean how does a person deliberately burn another girl with a hot electric Iron! Sheer meanness…! No one is sure yet what the school authority will decide about the girl who did this. Some of us wish she will be expelled because in my mind limiting it to just apologizing felt like saw dust in my mouth…yes, I’ll spit it out! Not in my church mind right now…forgiveness is tough o! Thank goodness the wounded girl lived through it and is recovering. I heard her parents came and took her home. So glad I don’t have a crazy roommate.


Dear diary I should leave other people’s problems and face my own. You won’t believe what happened to me. How could I have been so careless…I mean I didn’t see it coming or I would have taken the necessary precaution. Now he would never trust me again. Heee… I am in serious trouble not with DT o, in fact, he is the reason why it became an escalated issue. The week had been a very busy one for both of us, lectures, assignments, and tests. So I had insisted that we couldn’t hang out as DT wanted. I mean I can’t afford to carry over any course o!

Well finally Friday came and we decided to go unwind at a campus party. It was all night and I thoroughly enjoyed myself. I managed to stay sober, no hard drinks for me still, my friends don’t get it neither does DT. Anyway, it would have been a double barrel trouble if I had been drunk when the palaver landed on my laps. So we were returning from the party early hours of the morning and DT was right beside me. Now picture the scenario, two love birds walking through the car park in front of my hostel. DT’s arms were wrapped around me and I leaned on him in my skimpy gown which was by the way strapless. I was tired and sleepy and on one hand, I held my shoes…my feet is killing. There I was feeling like the world was perfect and then right in front of me, he stood. It was a reflex reaction I quickly broke free from DT’s arms, dropped my shoes and stuttered… “Goo…good morning sir”. DT knew immediately that this was big trouble but not for him, though.

Here was my dad standing in front of my hostel a few minutes to 6 a.m. What in the world was he doing here? I screamed inside my heart. DT quickly excused himself on my signal. I was left standing there alone in the morning chilly air facing my dad!!

Haaa…it was not funny, I really don’t want to go into the details of what happened next. Dear diary…maybe tomorrow my heart will be less heavy…Goodnight.


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Adebisi Adetunji (C)