RONY BROWN'S SERIALS

    INTRAPERSONAL Rony Brown Episode four   Victoria’s eyes were fixed to the ceiling. It had been so for the past hour or two; so had been for the past night or two. She was deep in thought about so many things. But just one reared its ugly head and over shadowed the rest. Only one thought could overshadow the strain her visit was putting on her sister’s marriage. Only one thought could over shadow the immense silence that echoed in a big house with four able people. Only one could overshadow her guilt of professional incompetency.   One thought throbbed on her insides. In another moment she heard a knock on her door. She dragged herself out of her bed. “Bee, I am not in the mood.” Vic said as she opened the door. The face that met her bored gaze drew an involuntary gasp out of her. “What do you want?” Somehow she found her inner bitch and drew on the mask. Eric just shoved her out of the way and entered her room. He stared at her for a long time.

  PERSONAL R. Brown Diary entry –When he left This night I feel so helpless; so empty; so useless. No, I think it was Sunday’s night. I cried so much today by just hearing his favourite song. It rent and shattered my heart into myriads of pieces. I don’t like crying much even though it makes me feel better in the end. But it’s just not worth it. Anyway, I ended up sending him a WhatsApp I pray he never sees.  I woke up today dreaming about my new room at the new hostel I rented for next academic year. But in the dream, it was just a redecoration of our living room. I just don’t know why but the dream made me so happy. I guess my subconscious might be begging me to find my joy right here before I decide to find it elsewhere else. Not in another guy, not in my parents or anywhere else for that matter. Happiness, joy, gladness, they should all start from within. I should learn to love me even when I can’t stand myself. Stand firm! Do my chores! Indulge my t

INTRAPERSONAL Rony Brown Episode three Well, it has almost been a week into her visit and not a word has been exchanged between Victoria and Eric. She was a still raw about her sister’s stunt. She still disliked her sister’s husband. That was until she found her sister slaving in the kitchen and sweating into …erhhmmm… something she was cooking. “Hey, Bertha. What are you doing?” Victoria asked. “What does it look like I’m doing?” “Why, is Sam sick?” “No, this is not soup.” Bertha was as red in the face as any fair coloured African girl could be. “Yea, I know that. Is it some sort of medicine?” Victoria asked with her most innocent smile. After all, it did smell like one of the bitter brew of herbs our mother forced us to drink. However we survived those years of poisoning, only God knows! Bertha hurled the ladle at Victoria with all her might and drew her hands to her mouth to still the trembling of such an exertion. Surely, I couldn’t hav