Happy Tuesday! Believe it or not, this is the last full week in February. Where did the month go? Wouldn’t you like to know! But anyway, February is the shortest month, so we shouldn’t be surprised. Today, we’re talking about early morning music.
Happy Thursday! Today, I will be sharing an excerpt – Chapter 1: The Trigger – from my latest e-book, The Hairy Crown of Mr. Adesoji with you. It’s an adventure story set in a Lagos boarding school, involving three mischievous boys, one wicked teacher and the boys’ quest for revenge. If you enjoy reading secondary school stories, this should be right up your alley. 🙂
Believe it or not, this post on church videographers has been sitting in my draft folder for three years. Now, it’s being promoted from “Draft” to “Published.” Yup! Three whole years. Do you know what that means? It means that if this post was a child, s/he would be in nursery school by now!
Anyway, it is time to share.
When you watch movies, sometimes there are scenes that try to capture a character’s memory. Unless it’s one of those cerebral or sci-fi movies where the supposed memory is actually something that is going to happen in the future, the memory revolves around events that took place in the past. To distinguish those past recollections from the other scenes in the movie, the memories might be depicted in black and white, sepia or sometimes, color. Fuzzy color. But those are just movies. What about real life? Are our memories in color, black and white or sepia?
Children are fascinated by fruit trees. Simple. Not flowering trees because flowers are not juicy or delicious. But ripe fruits are. Perhaps, it’s more accurate to say that children are obsessed with fruit trees. Or is it the fruit trees that are obsessed with children? If they (fruit trees, not children) could talk, maybe they could make a different case, but from my perspective, kids harass fruit trees, not the other way round.
There are moments when the truth just stares you in the face. One of such moments is when you see a man and a child standing side-by-side. Let’s assume it’s a boy, since it’s more common to see a little boy sporting a haircut than a girl. With some exceptions. The haircut is important because it allows you to observe the head shapes of both parties without any distractions. Suku (Yes that Shuku hairstyle) is a distraction. By the way, I won’t spend this entire post talking about head shapes. But let’s just play along. Let’s say it’s a man and a boy. You may not even see their faces. In fact, there’s no need. A mere glance at the father’s ipako (back of head) or ogo and the child’s own will bring you to this conclusion:
This boy is the true son of his father!
Welcome to the 2nd week of January! Yes, one week has already zoomed past. Can you believe it? Today, I wanted to share my latest publication with you. The Hairy Crown of Mr. Adesoji is a novella, which I wrote and published last year. It is set in an all boys boarding school in Nigeria.
If you’re curious about the title and are wondering, “Who is Mr. Adesoji? Why is his hairy crown the subject of an entire novella? Why did Sharon pick this title?” here’s the synopsis to answer some of your questions: