So my brothers and I have this inside joke, whenever I start to tell a story that they have heard a hundred times before, they start to sing "story of my life, searching for the right"...(I know, it’s only funny if you hear them sing it) 6:10 am; standing in front of my bathroom mirror, …
A Stranger’s Kindness
Dear Diary, It was a really long day. Emotionally tasking and physically draining. Walking to the bus station seemed like a herculean task and as I struggled to put one foot in front of the other, I found myself doing that which came naturally to me; crying. So I stood there, in the middle …
Adaugo's Diary 