I can’t remember the last time I wrote. It’s been more than a year. I can’t believe it! I’ve tried a few times to pick up the pen and fill up the pages but for some reasons I couldn’t. Actually I miss writing. The kind of joy it brings to me, I have no words to describe it. After reading a Facebook post by my friend Nwilo yesterday, congratulating Alice Munro the winner of the 2013 Nobel Prize for Literature, I felt the urge to pick up the pen again but my hand failed me.
This morning, Adaobi a fellow corps member came into my room while I was playing Zuma game with my laptop computer, “Chuka can you show me a copy of your CV? I need to draft mine” she begged. I paused my game. I clicked on My Document icon to reveal my documents in my computer. The first thing that hit my eyes was a file titled ‘My personal Journal 1’. Back in Nsukka, while I was still an undergraduate, I use to keep a dairy. It wasn’t a daily diary. It was just a collection of interesting events around me. By the time I finished reading the first two page of My personal journal1, immediately, I opened a fresh page and started writing this (I don’t even know what to caption it). Along the line I remembered a short story I’ve been writing for more than a year now. It’s titled ‘The Crush’. I think it’s high time I completed it.
It’s about a very religious fresh graduate, Chima, who left Enugu to Lagos in search of a greener pasture and his ordeal with his best friend’s teenage sister who has a crush on him. She tried every tactics, written and unwritten in her quest to have Chima sleep with her. Chima on the other hand was struggling to remain a faithful friend to his best friend Obinna who was accommodating him in their little family apartment. The question is, if Chima will protect his friendship? or give in to the incessant demands of a horny teenage Onyinye? You have to wait till next week to find out. I pray the ugly hands of laziness wouldn’t grab me again. hehehehe.
The truth is that I have been much occupied since May last year. The pressure that comes with degree exam. And before I could have enough time to rest it was time for NYSC. NYSC has been a life changing experience for me. In fact I’m going to write a short story about it. I think it’s going to be titled ‘My NYSC experience’. I’m already excited about it. I can’t wait to start writing already. You are going to be thrilled. I remember the day we were made to sit under the sun for two hours by the soldiers at the orientation Camp. That was just a tip of the iceberg. I saw my ears with my own eyes.
I got to sign out now. I pray the internet will be strong enough so as to upload this now.
Thank you for stopping by to read a piece of my heart. Have a fun filled weekend!
Chuchu.
