I want to start an exercise. I have been thinking about it for a while and when I am thinking about something for long, I know I must get it done. Besides I had created my account for some months without putting anything up on it because I didn't know what to put up. I guess now is the time.
So, here is the thing: I will be sharing with you anything I find significant. I have always wanted to write about anything, everything. But I had been deluded by the thought of getting everything I create published. Lol, not that I don’t have unpublished pieces in my draft box but you know that writer’s false instinct that sleeps in you that someday, you will eventually get old works published, lmao, dead that idea. Some works are written to rot in your draft folder. I am not fuming or watering down your craft. Examine it yourself, check your draft box or archive, you will find some pieces you wrote some years ago. Read some of them. I bet you won’t want them published. I think every writer, especially young writers like me, should try to understand that. Bad writing no fit elude anyone. O normal.
Okay, to what I intend to do with this Substack you subscribed or about to subscribe to. It is about me letting you into my world. I want you to see what I see with my eyes. And I want you to know where I am every time you read this because I’ve been moving around a lot. I don’t know if that’s a good thing but sha.
I promise to be brief. Max, 500 words. Opotan, 700 words. But I will make sure not to be above 800 words. Since it won’t be about something serious (or might be serious); just about how the bus I took to Ibadan from Iwo broke down and the driver refused to put us on another bus. Or how hard it has been for me to sleep inside my room because it has been invaded and conquered by mosquitoes. Or how sad or happy I have been.
I don’t have a calendar but I want to allow you into my world at least twice every month. If you don’t hear from me throughout a month, I’m probably dead or my menopaused mother gives birth again or Buhari becomes the Nigerian president running for the third term. But really, if you don’t hear from me in a month, please reach out to me on any social platforms or email. I might be going through some tough moments in my life that all I need is a call or text from someone I least expected. It helps. It helps me.
And no, this is never going to be paywalled. Lol, how did I even get to think about that? No be me wan share my life with you? But if you want help me, please share this wide and wide. Let your friends of friends subscribe. Let me feel seen. Let me feel alive. I’m not begging but I AM BEGGING YOU.
If you encounter any grammatical errors in this and future posts, please don’t blame me. Blame the editor.
As Adekunle Gold outro-ed his album, Catch Me If You Can, “let’s fucking go”.