PENDULUM- PART TWO

For the first part of the series see HERE

She was pounding palm nuts to make Palm oil for her mother to sell at the Eke market, her rhythm was regular but her mind was not on the luscious red nuts or the viscous red liquid that was forming in the mortar. It had been six months since she’d gotten a letter from the head master with an Ibadan postmark.

PENDULUM- PART ONE

Yesterday I decided to start a miniseries centered on love. In other words, a good old love story. I love writing fiction even though it’s much harder for me but the hardest of all is the love story thing.

Imprint.

Do you know who Mansa Musa was? Let me give you a little history lesson.

He was one of the richest (several sources credit him as the richest) humans in history, he was a Malian king in the 1300s who rose to fame and power because the king who appointed him as deputy before he travelled to Mecca never returned. He became king of the immense Malian empire and showed an aptitude for wealth generation and soon became the wealthiest man in the world at the time.

Guest Post- The Chicken And The Egg…

The biggest benefit of blogging for me hasn’t been the exposure for my writing or the chance to express myself, even though those were the things I thought I’d gain the most from blogging. The biggest benefit has been the interesting people I have met along this journey and how they have enriched my life with their spirits and with their words.

CHINANUEKPERE

Yesterday Obianuju asked where I got Chynanu from and it hit me that the inspiration behind my WordPress and even blogger (I really should do a wordpress.com vs blogger.com post seeing that I use both) monikers are not as clear to everyone as they are to me.

Why.

There’s a funny thing we do in Nigeria (of course I don’t mean every Nigerian), we like to say “the reason why”. We’re an emphatic people, full of colour, vibrancy and cannot imagine just using one word where we can use two or three. After all are we not the people who like to repeat everything? Folllow-follow being the child who likes to go out with anyone leaving the house, Sleep-sleep obviously that person who likes to sleep.

Marriage ain’t no lottery.

Today I met up with an old friend from my university days, the dude was one of the major irritants of my life in my first year but that’s not the point of this post. I almost had fun hanging out with him (he’s very arrogant and it isn’t the pretty variety), he’s easy to talk with, we have a shared history of going to school in a war zone (the Uniben experience isn’t pretty), we’re both Anglicans from Imo state and most importantly, he thinks I’m funny (the funny thing is, I say what’s on my mind without filtering and he laughs like I’m Trevor Noah).