I like life in my village and the fact that one can’t hide from the people at any time of the day. It’s unbelievable!πŸ˜„

At my village home, every minute of the day is spent with people. I got so used to it that whenever I found myself alone while there, I felt weird. Yet I’m a type that likes being by myself. It’s ironic.

Naturally, my village is not a place for being alone, each time I travelled I made up my mind to enjoy what was available – people. Deep inside I yearned for an alone time even though it’s not all that possible.

People visit at will. They don’t give a damn if you need some quiet time or not. You don’t expect them to call you before a visit or knock on your door before opening it. You expect that from city people. Your main gate remains open during the day, so they can walk in and out when needed. They only ask, “is anyone in the house” when no one comes out to welcome them.

If you are a writer it’s hard to cope.

You have little or no time for reading or writing. In fact, I tend to put writing aside till when I get back to the city

Communal life is not just a part but the soul of village people. To enjoy the villa, you must be people loving and ready to share all you have. You must be open to large number of people. When you cook, you cook a large quantity of food so that anyone who pays you a visit gets something to eat.

My last visit to the village was fun, we had rambunctious moments. I chatted, laughed and had wonderful discussions with lovely people.

Could you believe I tried hiding myself from people! Well, it didn’t work. Not when they could look for me in my pot of soup and under my bed.

No hiding place.

There was a day I decided to take a day off from seeing certain people. I locked myself up in my roon feigning sleep but my visitor kept calling. She spent five minutes calling. She knew I was around, my car was packed in the compound. I expected her to think I was deep asleep but no. Instead she picked a seat and sat down to wait. πŸ˜€

What? πŸ˜€

Well, I refused to see her that day.

The next day, she came back calling and met me sitting with my mother. She quickly pulled a chair close to us and we spent hours babbling.

I waited till I travelled back to the city to resume my daily writing.

As a writer, what could you have done if left in my village for a week with all the people? Hope to hear you opinion.

Hope you have a great week ahead.πŸ’–