Hey there!

 

If you are in this part of my world, it’s almost time to go to sleep and maybe dance around in the dream world with a little drizzling sugar serving as rain. It’s the dreamland, after all, it should not always make sense.

 

Have you ever tried writing something? Something so damn cool in your head? Like, your mind, and your soul slaps your back in wonder of such beauty that you are about to bring out from them. Like you got this whole thing figured out but when you seat, when you are finally very ready to bring this story to life, everything, every word suddenly jumbles up?

 

We Africans in this part of the world would say things like “no be juju be this? Or village people don remember my matter today”. In clear simple terms, it means ” is this not magic? people are after me”. This is currently my situation. I got this thing, this creative non-fiction I had planned to write today and all of a sudden, I am carrying my phone, I open my favorite writing app, and boom, I write, I delete, I write, I delete and now, I am here rambling.

 

But again, this is not new. I have so many half-written projects. Some of them are just titles— Obi meets Ifoema— and I abandon them. We all face situations like this. It might not necessarily be some story you planned to write, yours might be a book you want to finish or doing some touches on your C.V or something you want to learn or some chores you swore you were going to do like the piles of Clothes you have left unwashed since last year but when you finally sat down to do it, you just couldn’t or you didn’t even seat to do it at all.

 

Now I don’t know for you what exactly it Is you wanted to do but I know one thing when we decide to solve our issues, we will have to take different routes. I mean it. For me, I need to sit and think, and slap my head, punch my soul and quiz my mind and envision and think again and rest and beg the story to forgive me before I come back and face the screen head on and write something that makes sense but for you whose problem is not that, I think you need to face it head-on. You got dishes you need to do, no one will do that for you free of charge so you got to get up except you are willing to pay for it.

 

Okay, I am tired. I need to join the chickens and rest my head.

 

Good night from my end🥳🥳🥳.

It was January on the general calendar at that time. I don't know what it was for other kinds but it was a day and moment I won't dare forget for it was the day of embracing fear. 

I and my friend had woken up to the weather of that day. It was cold but not unusual for it was expected but it doubled. We had arrived just the previous day at that location with heaters ready to fight it off with boiling water hot enough to shed off the feathers of chicken but with the situation we soon discovered, those feathers were going to stay.

The head of both our heaters would not sync with the sockets attached to the walls. It was a frustrating moment for we had things to do, places to go and people to meet. Just how could we not bathe? 

Well, as you would have guessed, we carried the cold buckets of water to the bathroom but using it became a game of chess and world war three. 

I couldn't count up to a million even if I wanted to because I would rather the water killed me than stay without clothes for a few minutes in that suicide bomber weather. Fear looked me in the eyes and I whimpered. It looked and mocked until I lked back. 

I grabbed it by its shoulders and pierced it at its back by pouring that water over me. One scoop was all it took to face it and the rest they say is history.

Have a good night if it is a night at your end already. If it's not, accept it in advance. 

Cheers🥳🥳🥳