Every single word I never let out, I wrote down in my big book.
I had tons of books, not necessarily diaries but different sizes and colours of note books. In one I wrote songs, in another I wrote about my daily encounters. I even had a book where my friends got to write about themselves and leave sensitive details I’ll always remember them for. Every teenager I knew, had these sort of books. It was more like our whats-app, Facebook and twitter back then and the beautiful thing was that, everyone cherished theirs.
Something about penning something down as a teenager gave me some sort of relieve and I grew to cherish fancy note books. I would write about things I wished I did, I would write about boys, the ones I had crushes on and the ones that openly displayed their affections. Mostly, I wrote about my family and friends and how they made me feel each passing day.
I wrote in diaries for three years, from the beginning of my senior secondary up until the end . Nothing more gave me joy than writing out how I felt. My presumed diaries were my second Bible. I remember writing about living in boarding school back home, how caged and restricted it made feel, how powerless most people were outside the school gate and how I couldn’t wait to become an adult and live without people having to discipline me. It’s now me who disciplines myself and when anything goes out of the way, I’m still the one who’s left to be called.
Different teenagers keep different forms of diaries. Hypothetically, most teens can make their phones, friends or even a mere place their diary , as long as they are free to express whatever form of emotion they are feeling.These diaries are where confusions are lit, it is a different kind of vibe with what we say out there to people. It is a sanctuary we hate people to invade.
I still got six of my diaries and I only laugh, cry and smile when I go through them. Haven’t kept one for the past three years and I feel some how this blog has become one, not quite but something close to one. My big book was my diary and I wrote for myself and my emotions.
Did you ever get to keep a diary as a teenager? or are you a teen keeping one? Do share your diary experiences with me 🙂 Thank you.
Dyna Ekwueme Copyright, 2016.