In Love With… Words

 

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Looking back, I realise that somehow my preference, natural inclination and love for certain subjects was preparing me towards writing.

In secondary school, I loved English language. I made more effort to pass my English than my mathematics, and somehow I found it easier and more fun. I remember standing in front of my mum’s full size mirror, reading my scribbles or “lecture notes” as I used to call them, pretending to be some dignitary at a very important function, wowing the audience with my exceptional English. 😀😀Even up till now, I still love English language, both spoken and written.
Although English is not my first language, when I hear someone speak a terrible bad English or another making murderous grammatical errors, it drives me insane honestly. I can’t stand bad English. My love for this language is such that either you speak it well or not at all. But then, I’ve relaxed a bit because nobody including me, is perfect, except the Queen perhaps.

Another subject I loved extremely and passionately was literature. Oh, how I loved, memorised, and soliloquised those wonderfully phrased words and sentences especially in poetry and drama. I always gulped them down like a thirsty fish out of water. In school, we read Macbeth, 12th Night, Merchant of Venice, Things Fall Apart, Oliver Twist, Trials of Brother Jero, Great Expectations and a lot more I’ve forgotten. We studied a lot of poems by Christopher Okigbo, Wole Soyinka, and many others. I loved and loved reading many of these poems. In my GCSE I had an A in literature. Literature was like my Walls vanilla ice cream. It never bored me.

Then as a student, during the holidays, I was always indoors, either in our church library or curled up at home reading some novel. I read a lot of James Hardley Chase, Grace Livingston Hills, John Grisham, etc. I read all the readable fiction and Christian novels in our church library then. For some reason, I never read Mills and Boon. I tried it once but didn’t finish it. It was all too girly and very predictable.

On the contrary, I do find mathematics and calculations quite an unwarranted headache. And to think that at some point in my life I wanted to be an accountant… Phew!! What was I thinking?? I’m glad I listened to myself, discovered what I was good at and hence ended up studying law.

Looking back, I’ve come to realise I always preferred words to calculations. It’s no secret, I am in love with words.

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Letter To My Best Friend

Dear Grace .O.,

We were like two peas in a pod
We liked the same things, we were inseparable
We laughed and joked together a lot
We had little fights but made up quickly
So many sleep overs in each other’s house
We talked or rather you talked a lot
I listened, laughed and talked less
No wonder I became a writer,
We knew a lot about each other
No privacy, no secrets, no grudges
Your family became my family, and mine yours
In the same law class, we studied together
In the same course, we graduated together
In the same fellowship, we prayed together
In the same leadership group, we led together
In the same age group, we had a lot in common
Both tall, both fair, both beautiful, both intelligent
You had a good sense of humour, I had a good listening ear
Our friendship was lovely, fun, sacrificial and generous
But,
University days ended, law school ended,
We got married, had family and distance prevailed
Several hours on the phone is incomparable
To sitting in our rooms and chatting into the midnight
We travelled, we gossiped, we compared and had boy crushes
How I miss those days of youthful freedom and exuberance
My friendship with you was one of my best moments in school.

Yours affectionately,
Obioma. I.

Daily Prompt: Privacy

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Reminiscing About My Childhood

Out and about with play mates and friends
Cooking food with sand and empty can containers,
Role play games, hide and seek, racing and beauty contests;
With my siblings and my mum
Gathered around on the table having family funtime
While playing scrabble, ludo, monopoly
Or the card game we called “What”;
Running down the street amidst heavy downpours
Splashing, chasing, laughing while drenched;
Trips and falls, injuries and tears, empty threats and sulkings;
Boy crushes, girl fans, friendships and loyalty fights
Reconciliations amidst reluctance to apologise;
Invitations to birthdays, christenings and weddings
In smart outfits of pink lacy dresses;
Jolly adventurous trips with my playmates
Chatting, giggling, running and playing pranks
Hoping to be back home before sundown;
Cousins, aunties, uncles, friends, sleep-overs
Eavesdropping to embellished grown-up gossips;
Splashes of gifts and toys from my dad;
Dressing up in my mum’s clothes, shoes and makeup
Eager to be a grownup and “just have fun”;
Sibling fights and cuddles, school days and holidays
Eating my meal and gulping down drinks in a jiffy
In order to watch the next episode of movies and soaps-
Knight Rider, Wonder Woman, Superman, Star Wars, Danger Mouse,
The Rich Also Cry, Lady of the Rose, Cock Crows at Dawn, etc;
Sitted and hurdled around “I-know-it-all” grownups
As they shared spicy exaggerated folktales with rhyming chants
About the clever tortoise and the ever greedy lion;

The list goes on and on and on, memories of my childhood is sweet, and very endearing…

But one there is one thing I don’t miss about my childhood-
Being told to stop watching the television and go bed
Because the next day was school!

Nevertheless, I wouldn’t trade all these memories for anything less and I do hope I give my children something sweeter and better.💝💝

Daily Prompt: Invitation

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Awaken The Author in You

Having a book
Or many books
With your name on it,
On a shelf,
In a faraway land,
Or the house next door
In someone’s home,
Or on a school library,
Or in a Sunday school,
Read by some
Critiqued by others
Mentioned by many
Making a difference
In someone’s life
It’s surely worth doing well
It’s surely worth the wait

Overcome your inertia
Grab your pen
Enclosed in a corner
With your writing pad
Let the words flow
Days into months
And months into years
The end is nearer
With each chapter
Your world is waiting
Your peers are watching
Look into the future
Your books are there
Give it your best shot
To make a difference
In someone’s life
It’s surely worth doing well
It’s surely worth the wait

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Toni Robinson

“Toni!” A male voice called out at the train station.
Toni turned around to look for who called her name, she noticed a familiar face approaching and smiling at her. It was Wilson, her high school crush. She was completely surprised to run into him eight years after graduation. He looked more mature with some deep baritone voice, a bit taller but yet, that handsome boyish smile that always sent butterflies in her stomach had not changed. She was understandably excited to see him; having broken up twice and now for good with her boyfriend, she could do with a bit of distraction.
“Do you need help with your luggage?” He asked, “Yes, I do, thanks”. He reached for her luggage and as she handed it over to him, their hands touched briefly and he gave her a gentle smile which made her blush and tingle.
“Good to see you Toni Robinson, it’s been a long time”.
“Yes Wilson, 8 good odd years isn’t it?” Toni said.
“You still remembered my name, and you’re not looking bad, how are you?” He asked…
As they walked off together and waved down a taxi while catching up on old times, she chuckled as she realised she stared at him more than she listened to what he was saying.

via Daily Prompt: Reach

Next: Toni Robinson #2- It’s Complicated.

 

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