Welcome to November!
The penultimate month of the year and the month two of my favourite bloggers were born- Duru and Erniesha- her birthday is tomorrow
For me, November is awesome because it’s just before my favourite month- December! It isn’t just because my dad and I were born in December that makes it my favourite month, its Christmas and harmattan that wins it for me.
I love the dryness that comes with harmattan and the intensely cold weather with the dusty winds that make you sneeze. When I was ten and in my first term in secondary school, our English teacher- Mrs Zaccheus read a poem in class that literally changed my life. The title was dry season by the late Great Kwesi Brew of Ghana.
The year is withering: the wind
Blows down the leaves;
Men stand under eaves
And overhead the secrets
Of the cold dry wind,
Of the half-bare trees
The grasses are tall and tinted,
Straw gold hues of dryness,
And the contradicting awryness
Of the dusty roads a-scatter
With the peals of colourful leaves,
With ghosts of the dreaming year.
And soon, soon the fires,
The fires will begin to burn,
The hawk will flutter and turn
On its wings and swoop for the mouse,
The dogs will run for the hare,
The hare for its little life.
That afternoon during prep class, I wrote my first poem. It was about being alive- I think… my memory of my FGGC BIda days isn’t what it used to be. I do remember that Mrs Zaccheus and Mrs Ginn made me love poetry, the reading and the writing of it and even just thinking of it and letting the words soak through my mind. I’m super grateful to those women who sparked my love for words.
I was talking to someone recently about writing being something I do to relax and how it’s a huge passion for me. It was a semi-formal setting and they wanted to know my hobbies and the like. He painted a scenario for me that made me laugh for thirty seconds straight. He asked if I was about to have a meeting with a client and inspiration hit me, would I forgo the meeting and get my laptop and start writing. I’m still laughing even now, the thought of me going all inspired writer and shirking my responsibilities is indeed laughable.
However it made me wonder how other writers deal with inspiration, how do they get inspired to write? How does the inspiration come? In floods or trickles? Is it an urgent something? Do you have to write immediately the inspiration comes or can it wait until its convenient? Yes, my fellow bloggers I’m talking to y’all! So let’s continue this in the comment section 😉
As I write, I’m watching the under-17 quarter finals- normally I don’t watch live matches, because I’m not friends with suspense but my laptop’s in the parlour and I frankly don’t have the strength to carry it to my room. If you watched the match… Did you see that third goal?!
Just after the second goal, my brother said “I’d like Anumudu to score now, he’ll soon score” and I replied “na jazz?” Only to see the ball hit the back of the net. Now let me wear my pastoral robes and prophesy into your lives…. “May this month bring blessings that will make people say “na Jazz?” when they see the manifestations in your life”. I try small abi?
I want to thank everyone who reached out to me after my last post, it’s so uplifting to have so many people rooting for you. To Nedu, Adaeze and Duru I say ndewo umunnem, your comments I treasure and will always remember. I want to also say a special thank you to Biodun who shared the post on her Facebook wall and to the awesome people who read and commented there. It’s good to know that you’re not alone in your struggles, and that they are people who would give a “stranger” comfort when she needs it. If I were a proper writer, I’d find the right words… unfortunately I still have a long way to go.