Entry #7: The Corruption of Eve

Dear Diary, I’m alive! Creaky joints, sore muscles, red eyed, fuzzy in the head, but alive! Oh joy! To feel the sun shining on my face, to hear the birds singing, to feel the strong pull of gravity beneath my feet; these are all of life’s little blessings, and I’m alive! I’m sure you might be a little surprise that I’m rejoicing so much at the gift of life especially since I wasn’t particularly at risk of losing it right? Well, that was what I also thought; but apparently, I was horribly wrong! You see, I had a close brush with certain death (at least that was what it felt like) last Saturday; and as you may be guessing already, Temi, Sam, Uche, and Mona were the authors of this near fatal plot.

It all began with my birthday; yes dear diary, I’m getting old as everyone else (that seems to be a thing in vogue; getting old). Apparently, my colleagues’ morbid sense of humor thought it funny that my birthday should also be the day I die (really?). Thinking back, I may have had a hand in my own demise because just like Eve, I didn’t let myself resist a simple temptation; this is why I’m adopting Remi Adetiba’s photo shoot title for this entry (by the way dear diary, I absolutely love those photos; I’ll acquire at least one of them the next time I’m redecorating my apartment).

Entry #6: Would we be Happier?

Dear Diary,
You know how they say everything in life has 'hearing' abilities? That both animate and inanimate objects can pick up sound codes and vibrations which in turn influences their behaviors? that the phase 'the walls have ears' is quite literal as the very walls of one's dwellings can pick up sound codes and vibrations and in turn release these back to the inhabitants; this is why people are encouraged to speak positive words into their environment, and to surround themselves with people who release positive energy in order to shield themselves from the toxic buildup of negativity. Well if indeed, you really can hear dear diary, then I'm sure by now you must be sick and tired of hearing the song 'Would You be Happier' by The Corrs as I've had it playing on repeat for the past hour, even as I insist on singing tunelessly over it. Well you wouldn't entirely blame me for the racket given that in the past day, i've been greatly exposed to a broad spectrum of individual perspective of happiness; and after proper assessment, I've made a rather shocking discovery.

It began with the 'code red' put out by Temi yesterday morning. She had received a rather belated mail informing her of the arrival of Mrs. Udi to our liaison office; apparently, Mrs. Udi was to spend the entire week working out of our office. This implied moderately heavy logistics- including accommodation, feeding, entertainment, and mobility- all at the expense of our department; and Temi had only been informed on the morning of her arrival. Naturally, Temi was pissed;

ENTRY # 5: The Right Thing.

I did the right thing, I did the right thing, I did the right thing! Dear diary, I know you know that I did the right thing; don’t you?

In my last entry I told of how worried I was about Jerry right? Well that became pointless as Jerry eventually deteriorated so much that mere worrying about him seemed foolish. Yes dear diary, I know you’re smart and you’ve noticed I’m using past tenses, and yes, it means that I’ve taken the big step about Jerry. It was my responsibility dear dairy, I had to do it, and it was the right thing to do too! Sorry, I forget myself, I wouldn’t deny you all the details so let’s start at the beginning.

I finally decided to investigate the cause of Jerry’s erratic behavior after he sent me another Statement with major errors. I was far from pleased by this as I had to give up valuable work time to proof read and correct his Statements and schedules so that they could pass for viable source document. Jerry had always been conscientious with his work to the point of eccentricity thus, this new found sloppiness simply proved that all wasn’t right.
I was able to detain Jerry for an overly due discussion when we met in the Kitchenette later that day. I was working really late and had gotten hungry so I had gone down to grab a quick snack when I met him guzzling intently from his coffee mug.  I was slightly surprised to see him as I had thought I was the only one left in the office; but I was absolutely stunned when I called his name and he started so violently that the mug slipped from his hands and shattered on the floor, spilling an amber colored liquid all over.