Log Six: THEY HAVE JAZZ ME

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01/01/2022

New Year's Day

10:23 am

Dear Diary

At this point, I think I need to speak to my mother with confidentiality. She should come and pray for me because It's beginning to look as if they have jazzed me—like my village people are pursuing me in the spiritual world with broom and parker because how else do I explain this back to back run out of luck?

The funny aspect about this particular log is that I thought that it was going to be a positive one, to be honest.

Just when I thought I was going to stand and watch a free African magic movie today, this nice looking corolla stopped and I watched as a lovely Youngman pushed his head out to ask what, "a fine girl like me", is doing under the hot morning sun--and then he immediately offered to drop me off at my destination. I told myself I was in luck until I got into his car and at exactly 10 minutes of settling in, his car pushed to an abrupt stop and now, as I write down on you, he's fixing it...on the express.

I don't know why I think this wouldn't be happening to him if he'd just driven off instead of stopping to pick this...wait a minute, the car just jolted to life.


Bye before he starts wondering what I'm writing

Your favorite overthinker, Shaniqua

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