Ibinu

Prologue

It's raining.

Not the light showers that give headaches or the storms that cause floods but the perfect in between.

The kind of rain that washes everything away and brings a new beginning; all the while having those few perfect flashes of lightning that glow an iridescent purple and light up the sky, sprinkled with rumbles of thunder that are reminiscent of a growling tummy.

I always stare, transfixed at the sight and wonder if perhaps it could bring a new beginning and meaning to my life. If perhaps the cleansing nature would one day extend to me.

Sometimes, I stand under the rain and as the rivulets run down my body; from the top of my head to the tips of my toes, I imagine that I am made pristine, free and whole.

Finally, I am more than just the sum of my parts.

I am fixated with flawless rain because I've only experienced it a handful of times compared to normal rain that has always accompanied me during monumental events in my life:

My birth, my first birthday, my first day of school, every birthday, my first trip, my first kiss and so many other significant events in my life.

I instantly knew that something significant was bound to happen when I saw perfect rain that day, I just didn't know the specifics.

Now I'm sitting on my bed writing in my journal because I've decided to finally put pen to paper and tell my side of the story.

So for all those who have been spreading lies about me, congratulations ooo(in a Yoruba mother's voice), your day of reckoning has come.

For all the others always asking intrusive questions and trying to get any morsel of information, well done oo, be calm, all will soon be revealed.

Just sit back and enjoy the show and don't you dare feel sorry for me, it's what you wanted, right?

I just hope we all don't end up regretting this.