07/03/2024
So, guys, I've been really busy offline working on some projects ranging from my upcoming book, the one I told you about, and a screenplay for a client. Though my health deteriorated, thank God, I've recuperated.
And I've got good news. ๐
I'll feature in the movie shooting! That is, the screenplay I'm working on for a client. Oh wait, you don't know I act too? Well, now you know. ๐คญ๐คช
In the meantime, glance through an excerpt from my upcoming book... ๐
Chapter One.
The crisp December air enveloped me as our family car rolled into my hometown, a place I hadn't visited in years. The familiar sights and sounds of Enugu greeted me as our family car navigated through the bustling streets of the village. Colorful market stalls lined the roadside, their vibrant displays of fruits, vegetables, and handmade crafts catching the eye of passersby.
The voices of the villagers selling their wares echoed through the atmosphere as they beckoned buyers to buy from them. Children played in the dusty lanes, their laughter reverberating against the backdrop of towering palm trees and distant hills. The scent of wood smoke and earth mingled with the cool breeze, wrapping me in a blanket of nostalgia and anticipation. The familiar sights and sounds of my childhood flooded back, mingling with a sense of anticipation for the holiday season ahead. Christmas in the village always held a special allure, a time of tradition, family, and reconnecting with our roots.
Before my mirror, its edges lined with cracks and its glass slightly tarnished from years of use, I stood, methodically adjusting the collar of my shirt and smoothing down the wrinkles in my trousers. It was a ritual as familiar to me as the rising of the sun each morning, a moment of quiet reflection before stepping out into the world. I could hear the distant murmur of voices from the living room, where my family was gathered, eagerly anticipating our departure for the village. But in this small corner of my room, bathed in the soft glow of the morning light filtering through the curtains, it was just me and my reflection, locked in a silent conversation that only we could understand.
My father's words echoed in my mind as I straightened my collar, his playful teasing a constant companion in these moments of solitary contemplation. "One day you will bring your reflection to life," he would say with a twinkle in his eye, his words a gentle reminder of the dreams and aspirations that danced behind the surface of the glass. I would smile at his jest, the corners of my lips lifting in amusement, but deep down, I knew there was truth in his words. For in the mirror before me, I saw not just a reflection of my physical self, but a glimpse of the person I aspired to beโa man of purpose, integrity, and unwavering determination.
And so, with a final glance at my reflection, I nodded in silent agreement, knowing that the journey ahead would be filled with challenges and opportunities alike. For in bringing my reflection to life, I would not only fulfill my father's playful prophecy but carve out a path of my own, guided by the unwavering light of my inner truth.
While I was still staring at my image in the mirror a knock came in, it's Charles, my immediate younger brother. He's a nerd. He is very intelligent, but not as I am. Well, so I believe. You can say he's Mum's favorite.
"My son will take the place of Ngozi Okonji-Iweala in the World Bank," Mum will always tell us. She does that especially when Charles returns home with the first position in his class or an award as "The Best in..." He's just in SS1, but he already had seven awards.
"I still top him with five awards..." As I spoke those words, a mixture of pride and frustration colored my tone, a reflection of the ongoing rivalry that simmered between my younger brother Charles and me. His academic achievements were undeniable, but I couldn't help but assert my accomplishments in the face of Mum's unwavering praise for him.
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Anticipate the release soon. ๐
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