Something weird happened today, and I have to tell you about it. It's currently 9:41 p.m., and I should be winding down for bed, but here I am documenting this.
I decided to go for a walk — something I haven't done in ages. I ended up at the lake, and honestly, it was breathtaking, especially around sunset.
On my way back, I noticed a man ahead of me — or rather, I didn't notice him until he suddenly stopped, turned around, and started talking to me. He wanted directions to a certain church. I didn't know where it was, so I told him he'd have to ask someone else.
Then, out of nowhere, another man appeared from behind me... also asking for directions to a church. In my head, I'm like: Why is everyone looking for churches today? Is it the end of the world? Did God call a private meeting I wasn't invited to?
For the sake of this memoir, let's call the first man Apple and the second one Grapes (and no, before you ask, they're not even my favorite fruits).
Apple starts asking what I do, then gives me three "instructions":
1.Read Psalm 23
2."When you go to the salon, don't leave your hair out" (I don't know what that means)
3.Don't walk barefoot at home
Weird, right? But I just nodded and kept quiet.
Grapes, on the other hand, didn't understand English and couldn't follow what Apple was saying. So guess who became the translator? Me. English to Twi
Apple's message for him: pray and fast.
It got suspicious when Apple moved a few steps away and Grapes asked me to follow him. Huh? Because of why? His explanation: "because Apple seemed like he knew what he was saying, and it might come true."
Yeah, no thanks. I told him I was going home. hypnosis? Rituals? Kidnap? I'm good.
Looking back, I can't tell if I escaped danger or if God was genuinely sending me a message. either way... we'll never know.
Echo [10.2025]: I still don't know why my hair can't be left out in the salon. If anyone knows why, please send help.
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Diary of the unknown
Non-FictionNot every story is loud. Some are quiet, messy, sarcastic, and oddly familiar. This is a diary of memories-ordinary moments, awkward encounters, laughter, heartbreak, and even crochet patterns hidden like secrets between the pages. Memories. Echoes...
