Are You Bored By Your Story?

Every story must have a beginning, middle and ending. As you write your story, you know this and want to make sure these story stages are intact. But do you know when you begin to feel tired of your story? In the middle of your first draft! Whether you are drafting your first novel, […]

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Writing Motivation #2

“Don’t try to figure out what other people want to hear from you; figure out what you have to say. It’s the one and only thing you have to offer.”- Barbara Kingslover
“I don’t wait for moods. You accomplish nothing if you do that. Your mind must know it has got to get down to work.” – Pearl A. Buck
“Write what disturbs you, what you fear, what you have not been willing to speak about. Be willing to be split open.” – Natalie Goldberg.
“There are three rules for writing a novel, unfortunately, no one knows what they are.” -. Somerset Maugham.
“Love the writing, love the writing, love the writing… the rest will follow.” – Jane Yolen.

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Domain Chaos #16| The Gold Wristwatch 4

Ndubisi took a right turn at Marib Junction and headed East. Along Royal Street, a stone’s throw away from the palace, his phone rang.

He stopped the car by the side of the road and picked his phone. He could hear his mother’s voice in the background, but it was not audible enough to make out what she was saying.

‘Honey!’ Ndubisi said, but an icy voice came through. He sat up.

‘I need your attention at your residence.’ Ndubisi arched his brow. ‘You have five minutes to reach here or we do what we got to do!’

‘Who are you?’

‘Be warned. I don’t have the patience for your questions. Running out of patience at a rocket speed!’

‘I want to speak to my wi–‘ The line went dead. He stepped out of his car and thought of what to do. Should he go home as ordered or should he continue to the palace to show His Royal Highness the wristwatch planted in his son’s bag after school by an unknown man? After a few seconds thought, he hurried home.

On reaching his main gate, he saw it wide open. Two police cars were blocking the entrance. He drove past his compound and packed his car by the roadside. Inside his compound, he saw two police officers coming out of his house. They were holding his wife, one on either side of her. Fury swept through him, and he trotted to them.

‘What’s this? Why are you taking my wife?’ Chinwe struggled in their grip and they let her go.

‘Stand back and do not move!’ A frenzied police officer aimed his rifle at him. Ndubisi backed away, with his hands in the air.

‘What is the meaning of this?’ He said.

‘Search him!’ The frenzied police officer ordered, and another ran his palm along Ndubisi’s sides, slapping his pockets and the length of his trousers. As he made to empty his pockets, Ndubisi recalled he still had the wristwatch in his pocket, there was nothing he could do. The wristwatch and and keys fell at his feet. Eyes glared at it and at him.

The man who claimed he owned it rushed to it and picked it up.

‘My goodness! This is the wristwatch I’ve been looking for!’ He looked up at him and Ndubisi dug out mockery from his smile.

Chinwe’s eyes were wild.

‘How?’ She said. He did not tell her he got the wristwatch, that their house help gave it to him that morning.

Ndubisi’s head dropped. Chinwe moved towards him but the police officer ordered her not to move any closer. She stood back. 

‘Mr. Ndubisi, you will come with us to the police station. You reserve the right to remain silent, for whatever you say from now on, maybe used against you in the court of law.’

‘Officer, my husband is not a thief. This is a mistake!’ Chinwe was frantic and Ndubisi was sorry. He kicked the car keys at his feet towards her. As they took him away, he could hear their sobs and his mother say, this is not the time to cry, go to Igwe’s house immediately.

To be continued.

Poem | Tanka #1

Awesome arts of man

will ever get the bang

from nature’s grandeur.

The glowing gaps of ageless span,

remains the queen of splendor.

Nature’s obligation;

to keep man healthy and glad.

But the offer of life

Goes into his invention,

Pushing nature to a grim niche.

Nature grows weaker

By man’s sophistication.

Hushed value draws

a million years worth of price,

from weaker nature of man.

Inspired Sunday | By The Pool

There was a pool, where the sick were made whole. At a particular time, an angel came to the pool and stirred the water. Anyone who got the chance to get into the pool first as soon as it was stirred, got healed. 

There was one paralysed man who had stayed at this pool for 38 years but was not healed because he did not get the chance to get into the pool, and there was no one to help him get in before anyone else. 

His family brought him there and abandoned him. He has lost every hope of getting his healing. Every year he watched people come and go home healed and he longed to be like them. 

One day, a man came to the pool and asked him if he would want to get healed. He told him the story of his life; how his family abandoned him at the poolside and how there was no one to take him inside the pool to get healed.

The man had compassion on him. He told him to pick his bed and walk home. The man picked his bed and walked home, completely healed. 


The others saw him walking home with his bed and accused him of breaking the Law of the Sabbath. The man told them that the man who healed him asked him to pick his bed and walk home.


They were focusing on the man who picked his bed and walked on the Sabbath against the law of Moses, more than they were on finding out who healed this man and how they could get healed through him. 


It is had to see the bigger picture when we are focused on small matters.


Hope you had a great weekend.

Have a blessed week.

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