I’m always at loss as to how to begin my posts. Blame it on pre-occupied mind, but before I proceed; I think I owe you an apology or two. You might say an apology is not needed. You might ask “what has the gentle-man done this time?” If you see none of my wrongs, then I’ll assume two thing:
1. You’re the forgivable type and,
2. You simply don’t expect anything from me anymore — you’ve forgotten all about me. 😦
It’s okay, though if the second assumption is true. I hold no grudge.*wipes tears*
Alright, amidst all the apologies, assumptions, sobs,…. I shall give you a recap of what happened last month. Yes! The month of MARCH!!!
Saying I survived last month is an understatement. See, I literally marched out! Not without a few bruises though.(figuratively speaking) hehe
Yours truly went through a lot, amigos.
First it was the issue of unpaid fees(I still have that on my neck, though) then the issue of break-up and make-up(not women’s stuff) and finally came the demiss of my father in the world of fiction, ‘Chinua Achebe'(RIP).
I won’t go into any detail involving the first mentioned above because that seems to be my cross to bear.(Hope I escape being crucified)
The second reason mentioned above was the most sensitive of all. I wrote how it all happened, albeit figuratively, but if you need to know what happened; then I’ll suggest that you go through my last two posts.
Now let’s proceed with what happened after the whole episode, shall we?
After our make-up, I mean my Babe and I. We lived happily ever after. What were you expecting? Lol
Then the issue of Chinua Achebe. Hmmmm…I write this part with a tearful eye. You see, I’ve always and will always have the memory of Chinua in mind. He was an exceptional writer, a talented man,…the list is endless. His demis came as a shock to me. And while we still weep, bemoaning what wasn’t our fate, wishing he were still alive, let us take time to eulogise him, his achievements, his works, what he stood for.
Achebe was born 82 years ago in one of the eatern states in Nigeria. According to his kinsmen, Achebe has always shown interest in story-telling and it was no surprise to everyone when he wrote his first book “things fall apart” at the age of 27. The book was a classic! I recall in one of the interviews which he granted. He was asked what inspired the book. Achebe in his humble manner replied, “every generation have a story to tell. This is my story”. Wow! What a simple reason, yet so inspiring! Yes! Inspiring because it has made me pick up my pen to tell the story of my own generation. Indeed, Achebe was and will remain an inspiration to many.
On another note, I shall post excerpts of every chapter of my book. Don’t ask me the title; I always have problems coming up with that one myself.
To be continued…