28 days, 28 stories…
I saw a tweet asking people to take up a challenge and write every day for 28 days. I've told myself, 'what is the harm? Let's do this!'.
Here's the kicker, I write better in the bathroom and while driving. How abi? My anger comes through when I'm on the road or in the bathroom, wondering why water is hitting me differently.
My creative ideas flow better with anger. These days a lot of things make me angry. As a consultant with staff to pay, knowing it's the month's end gets me angry because Nigeria is moving sideways and zigzag. I know hardworking people will not be getting bonuses because we are scratching the surface.
I wrote better in my younger years. I had so many things to make me angry. The recurring whirring of the mosquitoes in the darkness powered by AEDC was a good pain. Two days ago, I had the maintenance guys in the house do the routine fumigation. I haven't heard deliberate mosquitoes for the past six years, just occasional ones that meet me 'outside'. I used to be on fire and the warpath with AEDC. Generator noises meet me elsewhere. The murmur of my AC was annoying me recently, and I caught myself. I've become unfaithful to myself. I realized that a lot of my struggle had focused more insulating myself and less on saving others. It's not intentional.
An Igbo proverb says, ‘ọ wụ onye kwụ ọtọ na-akwọ onye ọzọ’. It was not intentional at all. I want to stand before I load up, yet I find it difficult to straighten up. The system has kept people like me hunched, but because we are a bit above grown, we look straighter to those lying flat on the economic floor.
I'm hoping I stay 'angry' and put down everything on my mind for the next 27 days.
