Growing up in Lagos changes the way you view the world. For me, it has fundamentally colored and shaped the way I analyze things. So, it’s only natural that a discussion on writing will start from an experience set nowhere else but Lagos.
To round off the week, some wise words by Albert Einstein:
Happy New Month, and Ash Wednesday! March is here at last. 🙂 At the time I wrote this story, I had no idea what an epistolary short story or novel was. But as it turned out, that was precisely what I had written.
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?