The Diary Game: (09/06/2025) Saturday like no other

Hello beautiful people in the community how you all doing today, I'm very sure you are all good, I feel I should share my daily activities with you, stay tuned, please.

Saturday 9th June 2025, unfurled with the gentle promise of a new day, bathed in the soft glow of dawn. I woke up early at about 6:00 AM, a silent prayer of gratitude for my family, and pregnant wife on my lips. Saturday was Afang soup day, a cherished ritual in our home. She’d already slipped out to the nearby market, leaving me with the satisfying task of pounding the afang leaves she’d meticulously prepped.

The rhythmic thud of the mortar filled the house, a comforting prelude to the day's flavors. Once the afang was pulverized to a fragrant paste, I moved on to the water leaves. I carefully chopped them, then rinsed them repeatedly, each wash purging the leaves of their natural acidity, ensuring a smooth, rich soup.

Just as I finished, the front door creaked open, and my wife's familiar scent, mingled with the fresh aroma of market produce, wafted in. She was home , and the kitchen soon hummed with her presence the sizzle of palm oil, the earthy scent of periwinkles, the clatter of pots and pans. We cooked together, a dance of shared tasks and calm anticipation, until finally, the rich, aromatic Afang soup was ready. We sat down, a steaming bowl between us, savoring each mouthful, a moment of peaceful contentment before the day's demands truly began.

The post - lunch tranquility was fleeting. At 10:52 AM, I transitioned from culinary duties to laundry, a mountain of clothes awaiting my attention. i began, and the slap of wet fabric against the basin became the soundtrack to the next few hours .

It was a monotonous but necessary chore, and I worked steadily, the pile of clean clothes growing, until finally, at 1:36 PM, the last item was hung out to dry.

There was no time for rest, no moment to linger in the domestic bubble. A different kind of work beckoned.

I quickly showered, the cool water a jolt to my system, and then, without a moment to spare, I was out the door. My destination; a specific location for a video content shoot with @Uyaiuyo. The concept for the day’s shoot was unconventional, to say the least.

The story we were creating involved a character, portrayed by @Uyaiuyo, who spent the night with my character. The twist was set to unfold after our scene of intimacy. In the narrative, as she was leaving, Uyaiuyo's character was supposed to surreptitiously take the used condoms and place them in her handbag, claiming she had flushed them down the toilet.

The tension would then build as my character realized the deception.

The cameras rolled, and we immersed ourselves in the scene. Uyaiuyo, ever the professional, played her part with convincing nonchalance. The intimacy scene was executed with a practiced ease, and then came the pivotal moment. Just as scripted, her character made to leave, and I, playing my part, stopped her.

"The condoms", I said, my voice carefully modulated for the camera, where are they?”
She feigned innocence. I flushed them, like I said.”

But my character pressed on , eyes narrowed. No, you didn’t.” The scene escalated. My character, growing increasingly agitated, began to raise his voice, drawing the attention of "bystanders" other crew members @kingdouglas, and SP King playing their roles.

Questions flew, suspicions mounted, and Uyaiuyo’s character, caught in the act, continued to deny it.

Finally, the moment of truth arrived. My character, with a forceful yet controlled movement, insisted she open her bag. And there they were: the two used condoms,

undeniably present, fluids and all. The reveal was impactful, exactly as we had envisioned.

The scene wrapped with the satisfying feeling of a story well told, a narrative twist successfully executed.

At 7:30 PM, the director called it a wrap. The intensity of the shoot slowly dissipated as we packed up. I headed home, the day's events replaying in my mind. The satisfaction of creating something compelling mingled with a profound exhaustion. I freshened up, mechanically ate my dinner, and then, the moment my head hit the pillow, I succumbed to a deep, dreamless sleep. Saturday.

That was how I spent my day, thanks for reading through my post, see you next time.