11:46 pm, April 16.
I have a memory
I am in the palour of my childhood home. I can see a black door slightly ajar. The patterns on the door seem to stand out, especially a large vertical rectangle that seems to be directly in my line of vision. Why am I so short? Light is streaming in, and it seems to be affecting my vision… wait… is this part of my memory, or is the torchlight beside me as I write, doing the same to my eyes, imprinting this pseudo-memoty into my mind? There is a woman in the palour. There are also a number of children scattered around. I am standing close to the door.
My sister suddenly says, “first kolinko”
That was the first time I heard about the books of Chronicles in the Bible. I don’t know how old I was.
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I am in my secondary school. I see the faded wall of one of the buildings. Was it once yellow or white? My next class is furthermaths… or perhaps the class just ended. I am standing at the back of my class, Arts class. There is a board which demacates it from the next class, Science class. I see my friend in science class bending over something and decide to play with her. I go to her and rub my butt over hers. Such silly, childish play. She stands up… wait, she… she… is a he? I realise that I have made a mistake! I am embarrassed. I think I laughed too? I explain than I thought it was someone else.
This is one of my earliest embarrassing stories. I was in senior secondary school.
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It’s 2022, and I am in my one-room apartment on the 16th of April. I look up from my laptop screen and see that the sky is dark. I realise that it is about to rain. I don’t particularly like rain, but I welcome this because the weather has been hot long enough. I continue working. Suddenly, I want to go out into the rain. I excitedly think about this for a moment. Then, I get up, pull on a longsleeved shirt and wrap a big white nylon around my head. I don’t have an umbrella. I go outside into the rain. To make the adventure worthline, I decide to buy some biscuit and eggs to eat later. I enjoy being in the rain. I head back to my room. As I near the second gate before my door, I slip… and like it? I did not fall, though, thank God. I enter into my room, take the shirt and nylon off, and feel alive.
This is the first time in my adult life that I deliberately sought out to be in the rain. I will do it again.
These are 500 words (or more ?)! Talk to you tomorrow!