I listen to music when I write, or read or cook – especially while cooking, takes my mind off the tedium. This evening I’m reviewing a manuscript and set my playlist on random because I need the jolt of strange songs so I wouldn’t fall asleep. I rarely do that. I like to control what I listen to. Continue reading →
There were several scenarios Sebastian Okonkwo had figured would play out in his life when he was forty, he expected several cars in his garage, a house in the city and a bigger, fancier one in Obizi. He had expected to have travelled to several countries and to be able to wear a suit without feeling awkward. There was a time he had been foolish and thought he would be married to a beautiful Mexican woman with her long hair brushing her buttocks when she moved, but he mentioned it to his mother once and the memory of the knock she landed on his head just before saying tufiakwa was still strong in his head, that incident knocked out the silly fantasy. Continue reading →
You must have sat through thousands of lectures at the University of Benin but there are some classes you would never forget; the Drug Compliance/Adherence class is one of them. Continue reading →
My father has an ‘unusual’ middle name, it’s fairly common but unusual still. A few weeks ago, I stumbled on a post that referenced the name – maybe it’s Tsar’s post actually. Anyway, he made a quip about the name on the post and I threatened to report him to the bearer of the name, but something nagged at me.
When the child was given to you, placed in your belly by the father of gods even though you chose to thank the man with the white robes, messenger of the strangers’ god. We hoped you would remember to teach her about us. We watched you through the veil, as you pressed your fingers on beads and prayed for a godly seed. We wondered how you could not tell you were carrying a god.
Somebody bought a bottle of groundnut this evening.
Somebody waved the bottle of groundnut in your face when you were having an early dinner. Continue reading →
This isn’t the post I’d scheduled for today, I already have 500+ words of a post titled Anywhere which is a love letter of sorts to Passenger who is a British singer/songwriter. I started it after midnight and wrote until OmoT’s battery heroically gave out after nearly seven hours of writing without power- writing and watching YouTube videos (let me say the truth). My new laptop gives me great joy.
The YouTube videos were research for the post though. Sadly, EKEDC didn’t restore power according to their normal schedule of giving us light from a few minutes past midnight to a few minutes past 6am – you can nearly set your watch by it.