Edna's Diary

By Joy Nwosu Lo-Bamijoko

Do you believe in something taking over your life and being and making you do things you will never remember you did? I do. Edna woke up one day and lost control of who she was. Whatever took over her body used her body to do its bidding. Until. What can prayers not do!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Joy Nwosu Lo-Bamijoko
• Release date: Jul 12, 2022
• ISBN: 9781732992399

Joy Nwosu Lo-Bamijoko

Now retired, Joy Nwosu Lo-Bamijoko of Nigeria was a music teacher trained in Santa Cecilia, Rome. She obtained her Ph.D. in music education from the University of Michigan. She has written books, and published extensively in national and international scholarly journals, magazines, and newspapers.

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EDNA’S DIARY

My father, Ben, made army boots and uniforms. My mother, Dora, was a stay-at-home mother, and she made the most sumptuous meals. My parents were very much in love, but they never showed their love openly. I came to know about their love because I spied on them a couple of times and caught them embracing when they thought no one was looking.

Edna, get away from that keyhole! Mother screamed at me once as I watched them. She later gave me a good whipping. After that, I became very discreet when observing them.

Life was good! My siblings and I were the only kids in our neighborhood who wore shoes. Of course, Father was a shoemaker, and my mother also dabbled in dress-making. She was good at it, too. We had enough to eat, more than some of our playmates. Sometimes I would sneak food out of my mother’s kitchen to share with them, especially Akara cakes made from fried bean balls.

I was seven when tragedy struck. Papa died suddenly, leaving Mama with seven children to bring up all by herself. My world crumbled! My happy childhood ended! Mama remained in a daze for days, not knowing what to do. We children huddled together, waiting for Mama to give us some direction.

Papa’s workshop had to close, and all his workers left. A month after Papa’s death, his foreman returned and asked permission from Mama to re-open the workshop.

We have to get back to work so you can feed these children, he told