Diary Of The Dark, Twisted and Unlucky (Chapter 9)


Dear Diary,

“Take the body out of the car”, Keni commanded.

Chris and Dare carried Tomi’s lifeless body out of the car, and as they were about to throw the body into the lagoon, Tomi let out a cough.
Charles and Dare dropped Tomi to the ground, terrified about what had just happened.

“So you guys were really going to kill me”, Tomi said, trying to pick himself up.

Everyone looked terrified, they couldn’t believe what was happening.

“And you! You’re just going to stand there and watch them do this to me?” Tomi said,bpointing at me.

I tried to speak, but words weren’t coming out of my mouth.

Read: Diary of the dark, twisted and unlucky (chapter 8)

” Why couldn’t you guys just take me to the hospital?” Tomi’s voice started breaking as tears rolled down his cheeks.

“Well, I can’t forgive you guys, I hope you guys rot in hell”, Tomi said, and vanished.

I woke up soaked in my own sweat, and for a minute, I indulged myself into believing that Tomi was still alive, until I realized that it was just a dream. But why would I be dreaming of Tomi? Whatat the hell really happened to him? What happened at the lagoon? Did they actually throw him into the lagoon? As I was deep in my thoughts, my phone rang.


“Thank God, you’re awake”, Yemisi said, from the other end of the phone.

” Okay?” I was confused as to why she was thanking God because I was awake.

” Now go get ready for church”, she commanded

“Okay”, I said, chuckling.

” I’ll be at your house in an hour”, then she hung up.

I rolled out of bed and went straight to the shower and as the water landed on my skin I could feel my heart beginning to race, I visualized Tomi drowning, I could see how the water filled his lungs, I could see him gasp for breath, and I saw him fight for his life

I rushed out of the shower trying my possible best to calm down my breathing, I couldn’t still accept the fact that I was a party to someone’s death. 

I turned off the shower and avoided coming in contact with the water. I can’t live like this, I can’t be scared of water, it’s not possible, I turned on the shower again and placed my hand forward and let the water rain on it.

I left the bathroom to get dressed, I had an orange shirt and blue jeans, that was my combination for the church. I took out my cream sneakers, there came a knock from the door and before I could open it

” Who is ready for church?!”, Yemisi said, with a huge smile on her face.

” What’s up with you today?”, I said, chuckling.

” It’s a good day to praise the lord”, she said, shaking her bible in the air.

“Okay”, I said, as I finished putting on my sneakers.

” Where is your bible?”, She asked.

” Do I even know where that is?” I searched my drawer for it.

” My God, Folarin!!”, She let out in frustration

“Okay, found it”. I brought it out from underneath the drawer, and tried removing the cobwebs that were on it.

We left my room, and as we were about to make our way out of the house, Feyi called out to us.

“Where are you going?”

” We are going to church”, Yemisi said, with a huge smile on her face.

” When did you start going to church?” She looked like it bothered her that we were going to church.

” What do you mean?  I’ve always been going to church” Yemisi looked confused by Feyi’s questioning.

“I’m not talking to you”, she said, facing Yemisi.

” What’s your own with my going to church? ” I stared back at her

” I don’t care if you go to church or not, I was just asking” 

“Okay, cool”

“Cool!!”, She said, and stormed out

” What’s the deal with your sister?”,  Yemisi asked, still looking very confused.

” I don’t know, isn’t she your friend?”

“Well, we should be on our way”. Yemisi dragged me out of the house.

Our journey to the church was rather silent because even though Yemisi seemed like the person I mostly hung out with, we barely knew anything about each other. Oh yeah, I’m a chronic introvert, and to top it all, I am stupidly shy. I still find it hard communicating with the opposite sex, I figured I shouldn’t try making any small talk so as to avoid looking stupid, and also the whole shit with Feyi made everything awkward.

We got to the church, with a man nicely dressed welcoming us with a wide smile.

“Yemisi, how are you doing?”, the man greeted.

“I’m fine… you still owe me a cup of ice-cream” she let out a huge grin

“You still have that in mind?”, he chuckled

“Of course!”

“Alright, but who is your friend here”, he flashed a grin at me.

“Folarin”, I replied, stretching my hand to receive his handshake.

“Welcome to church”, he said, as he ushered me to a seat.

Yemisi took a sit beside me, and as soon as she settled down, the first thing she did was to bring out her phone. This was a little surprising, because I don’t really believe anything happening here, but I had a little respect for the preacher on the pulpit, also for the big man up in the clouds. But to find an active church goer acting this way was a little discouraging, I mean I was better, and to think that everyone painted me as someone that would definitely go to hell. I think the whole world would join me because all I see were a bunch of hypocrites, for God’s sake, two out of every five people were on their phones while the service was going on.

The service lasted for about three hours, which was already feeling like forever, I wanted to get myself out of there as so I could go home.

“Is there any new comer among us?”, the preacher said, with a huge grin.  

I refused to stand as I could see Yemisi with a huge smile on her face edging me to signify, but I didn’t want the attention, I didn’t want to be sucked in. First they welcome you, then the invite you to come again, later recommend a workforce in the church in which you will fit perfectly, and before you know it you’re a full-fledged member of the church.

Just as I strongly refused Yemisi’s persuasion to signify, a middle aged woman pulled me up from my seat apparently she noticed what was going on between Yemisi and I. She figured I was new. Yemisi began to laugh hysterically. As I stood, the choir began to sing their welcome song which I must say was horrible, they were all shouting at the top of their lungs as if they were in some kind of screaming match.

“Can the new comers please come up front”, the preacher said, with that smile still on his face. I wondered if his cheeks weren’t hurting

I walked up to the alter and stood there as the preacher mumbled some prayers. I wasn’t listening, my mind wondered towards Yemisi and her smile, how beautiful it was, and in that brief moment she felt like the one for me. Well, she has been the only one trying to make me smile these past few days.

“Thank you for coming, we hope see more of you in the future”, the preacher said, with that smile still on his face.

“Follow our sister at the door, we have a special package just for you” he said, pointing at the petite lady at the door.

We walked towards her, all four of us (new comers), she also had a smile on her face which was beginning to nauseate me. I don’t know what I have against their smiling, maybe because I wasn’t interested in whatever they were doing all that was on my mind was how I was going to ask Yemisi on a proper date.

We were taken to a room with seats arranged in circles. We took our seats, and leaflets which had questions were given to us. The questions were about our names, where we lived, email addresses, phone number and lastly prayer request, which felt a little off with me, why the hell would they ask for my prayer request on my first day?? This just showed the idea of religion, people don’t really come to church because they “love” God or want to worship him. They were in church because of what he could do for them, no wonder half of the church looked unconcerned when the sermon was going on.

I answered all the questions correctly except the slot for my phone number and my house addresses obviously, I don’t want any church fanatic stalking me, I also left the prayer request slot blank, I wasn’t trying to be rebellious, but I had nothing to ask God. I mean I couldn’t ask him to make everyone forget about Tomi, that would just make him punish me more.

“You didn’t fill the prayer point slot” one of the coordinators pointed out to me.

“Yeah”, I said, smiling nervously.

“So there is nothing you want God to do for you? You love the way your life is right now?” He looked at me as though there was no way in hell my life was perfect. Although my life wasn’t perfect, it bothered me that he expected something to be wrong with me. And that is the deal with all these religious people, nothing is never smooth, there is always a problem, something to pray about.

I took the leaflet and wrote “I just want to be happy” on the prayer slot.

He took the leaflet from me, and flashed a smile at me, he then took my hands and prayed a little. I walked out of the room and searched for Yemisi, just to discover that she was in some kind of meeting, as I sat and waited for her a man with yet another smile walked up to me.

“Hello, I’m Jide”


“Did you enjoy the service?”

“Yes, I did”. I mean, what was I supposed to say? Even though I hated it, and I was only there because I thought Yemisi was cute and I was beginning to take a keen interest in her.

“Would we see you next week?”

“Maybe” we both smiled

“I hope so, you should come, I mean the man of God said there is going to be a lot of blessings next week, and you know the man of God can’t deceive you”

Wait what the fuck did he just say? The man of God cannot deceive me? I mean, I don’t fucking know the man, and his smile’s a bit deceptive. I don’t know why people on the pulpit are idolized. So because he climbs a pulpit he has now become perfect? I mean, no wonder there is a lot of craziness when a pastor or preacher makes a mistake that an average human would make. They act all super disappointed, and start doubting his so called anointing, but it’s none of my business, because I’m not going back.

“Okay, I will try”, I replied, as I sighted Yemisi finishing with her meeting.

I stood up and walked up to her as we both left the church for our home. Our way home was a little confusing; Yemisi snuggled up to me throughout the trip, which gave me the impression that our relationship was about to get heated.

As we got to my house, there was an awkward stare between Yemisi and I, she leaned in and gave me a tight hug.

“Okay, bye”, she said, still holding me tight.

“Alright, see you later” I said, as I broke off the hug.

“I’m here whenever you need me” 

“I know”, I said, as I walked into the house.

I got to my room still thinking about Yemisi, contemplating the right time to ask her out, then my phone rang.


“Hey Folarin” ​

“Please who is this?”

“Oh okay, how are you doing”. This was all surprising to me

“It’s Nifemi”, she said, chuckling.

“So why did you cut me off like that?”

“Folarin, I’m sorry for being mean towards you, you didn’t deserve it at all, I’m sorry. It’s just that my boyfriend was getting worried about my relationship with you”

“Folarin, I said I’m sorry”

“There are better ways you could have handled it, more matured ways”

“Folarin, my cousin died”

“Oh, I’m so sorry”

“They found his body floating in the lagoon”

I hoped it wasn’t the same story, for chrissakes, Tomi’s ghost should leave me alone

“What was his name?”

“Tomi. I don’t think you know him”.

About Banji Coker 157 Articles
Banji Coker is a Nigerian poet, writer and spoken word artist. He is the author of two poetry compilations, Just seventeen and October feelings.

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