It’s Been A Minute. No Vex.

I was fighting for our right as citizens of this mad country.

Good Morning Oh!

*averts gaze and scratches neck*

I know.

I know I’ve not been here to mark attendance. My default excuse is to say I fought with Lawma people and they arrested me in Sango-Ota and while that would be a lie, it wouldn’t be far from the truth because I did fight with lawma people and they pushed me down from their motor.

No injuries but anywhere I see that their stupid kole kole motor packing dustbin in our area, it’s on sight.

“Hauwa what did they do to you?”

Thank you for that intelligent question. You will never lack.

I was on my own, coming back from work, when they packed their motor in the middle of the road. Move, let me pass. They said no. They said they had to finish packing their dustbin. So, I started shouting and the driver looked down at me from his high chair with disgust - how rich - and asked me to pass the side, beside nepa pole, where I was seeing live wire on the floor.

“Pass where?”, I turned up my nose and my face.

“You no see road?”, he pointed again, to the little space by the side of the road.

“So I can march live wire and all my blood can dry?”

He chuckled.

“Which blood you get for that your opelenge body?”

This is what I hate.

I always tell people to address me as slim-thick because that is what I am aiming for this year. Granted, the year will soon finish but my God is a last minute God. I heard opelenge (which reminds me of dry black stockfish) and climbed to the driver’s seat like this.

I didn’t leave his neck until he gave me blow and pushed me down. Yes, he gave me blow but I squeezed his neck. Congrats to me.

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Anyway, back to what I was saying, it has been a while since I wrote to you, precisely 40 days since I sent out a letter, and while I wish I could say I took a break to focus on a massive secret project, I didn’t oh.

I simply took a break because me, I was tired.

The plan was to take a week off writing, rest and work on my other social media platforms but a week ran into two and every time I opened my laptop, I went blank. I just stared at the screen and watched the cursor blink.

It felt like one of my worst fears had started coming to pass - I didn’t know how to write anymore.

So, I went on a binge. I read short stories. Subscribed to other people’s newsletters. Looked up books to buy. I even voluntarily entered into a project where I was supposed to be contributing to a novel because I felt like I needed to jumpstart myself into writing. 

Everything failed spectacularly.

And on the 30th of July, I got some news and my life came to a grinding halt. Previously, I was at least begging for ideas to come to me, during the days after the 30th, I wasn’t even trying. I simply packed up.

Until today.

I opened my laptop and said today na today.

Life is not taking away my ability to write. I will write and even if I have to flush out the bad ideas before the great ones come, I will do it.

So in conclusion, if you’ve been scared to start something again, think of this letter as a sign and just do it. It won’t be perfect and it may not be as great as you want it to be but it will be a start and you know the thing about beginnings?

It means the journey is underway and it can really only get better from here.

So all in all, I have come back oh. Welcome me back and spray me money.