Just about me.
It was a beautiful Sunday, I didn't believe that I was stuck to Kdrama all day. The previous week hasn't been the best for me, I lost motivation to write not because of the market condition but there wasn't this will to write. I wasn't completely offline, the motivation to write wasn't stable so I write when in the mood and engage with other things when the mood is gone.
There wasn't much to share today so I made up my mind to share some questions I answered somewhere over the weekend.
From your childhood, are there experiences that stand out?
There are lots of childhood memories for me and I do be writing about good and bad memories I can't forget so easily.
Bad Experience
I lived in a rural community after the Ikeja cantonment bomb explosion in early 2000, my mom and siblings had to relocate. It was the first time living in such an environment so everything amazed me.
There was a time I heard some adults talking about smoking a hole to kill a rabbit, it was weird so I decided to try it out. There were lots of dried farms because it was the dry season, I saw a hole on a farm while passing so I went to take matches to start a fire.
It was meant to be a small thing but the fire accidentally got out of hand and I had to run away, the fire became huge and it attracted attention.
I told my mom, she dragged me back and we met people trying to contain the first. I was beaten and warned never to do that again, it was a scary experience because my heart was pounding seeing the fire grow.
A good experience.
My primary school graduation party came with lots of gifts for me and my mom fulfilled her promise by marking my birthday for me.
It was a great day because she did it out of nothing to fulfill her promise and make my only celebrated birthday a memorable one.
My favorite holiday.
My favorite holiday was the last time I spent with my dad, it was during December and we were on holiday.
He came from abroad during his leave, we went to spend a few days outside the City. It was a great reunion because I haven't seen him for a long time before that holiday and unfortunately, it was the last so I still cherish the moment a lot. I have enjoyed more holidays after then but it is hard to let go of that last beautiful moment.
The food I had no choice than to eat.
It is called Abacha, the first experience I had with it wasn't good but I later loved it. The first time I ate it was in 2011, I usually go to work at a factory on a new site with a friend.
There are no food sellers around because the place is far from town so a woman volunteered to bring something for us that day, we were expecting something huge and it turned out to be Abacha, I found it hard to eat it but I didn't want to feel like an ingrate so I and my friend force ourselves to eat it. Many years after I told an Igbo friend about the food while discussing and she promised to prepare it for me again. It was different this time because it looked like Jollof and I enjoyed it.
How does "knowing too much" benefit or harm you?.
I learn more than I talk because I am a slow learner so it is hard for me to express myself easily except I am writing. I don't know too much, everything I know isn't enough and it is pointless to show off when I can learn more.
Is it better to forget the past?
The past is part of me and it is had to let go of it because there aren't just sad moments there, letting go means I am doing away with the beautiful memories as well.
Another thing I cherish about the past is the lessons life has taught me before now, they have been a guide all through my journey. Doing away with them will hurt me in the future.
What are the three best things about you?
I am obsessed with cooking:
I really don't know if this defines me but I love to cook a lot. It is one of the things I love doing even when I am down, it is not a great deal about me but I love doing it every day.
If I have my way, I would own a food brand one day.
I write stories a lot:
Story writing is something I love doing from time to time and it is sad to know that a lot of people including myself do not like to read stories especially when it is approaching 10 minutes to read.
I have written a lot across different platforms and even did a collabo with some of the platforms, I sometimes don't think about it but it just flows naturally.
A man with a big heart: I was diagnosed with an extra-sized heart, isn't that weird. A lot of people have these conditions but they aren't aware of them and the way to know if you have it is how much you help.
I love to help people when I am in the position to do so because it is one of my purpose in life.
The lead image is a throw picture of myself, thanks for reading.
You have a beautiful heart George, and knowing you is a blessing. I have been absent for too long and it is so good to read your articles again. I love sharing your memories and journeys, our lives are very different but also so much the same.