I believe u all know who i am.
I say so because what i'm about
to isnt
typical me and reflects in no way
the
me that we are used to.
I see i have ur attention, and u
are
wondering what may've come
over ur
everyday poet.
No thanks to my batty friend, Dr
Cokaine (Victor).
Yes, Cokaine. U now have an
inkling to
the kind of guy, dont u?
The dude's become a grim
taskmaster
of late.
I keep asking myself how i ever
got into
this, i mean, was it wrong to let a
friend
know of my inclination to bring
various
words into focus and create art?
Yes, i know some of my crafts
are not
worth a nickel, pure balderdash,
but so
what?
I love the beauty and art a few
words,
aptly put together, can bring.
It's what i do best, and i love it.
There. Sharing my dreams, that
was my
undoing.
Now i'm saddled with this
physician
doling out literary lectures and
assignments like i were his pupil,
or like
he were addressing the latest
batch of
student doctors, stretching my
relaxed
thought processes with a gusto i
have
come to despise.
Grrr! Dont i just wish i cud smack
the
smug look off that grinning
mischievous face.
Alright. Hold a second, look at
me..
Have i in any manner, be it word
of
mouth or thru my works,
indicated that
i am an essay writer, a novelist,
or that i
nurse any passion for either?
Then where in Eden got this
man his
idea?
He sits before me a minute, next
he's
on his feet, proprietarily pacing
the
room while bashing my senses
with
''writing skills,. .push urself'', and
whatever else he'd tarried the
previous
night studying, just to make my
day
miserable.
''Write 30pages in 2days about
SPACE'',
he goes,
''Not SPACE relatively, but SPACE
in
itself, stand-alone.'', he submits,
a
suppressed sly grin tweaking the
ends
of his merciless mouth.
He knows he's got me, the. ...
hmm!
I have a handful of various
'French
letters' i wud eagerly and happily
put
together to call the man, u know,
but
for goodtaste.
No, not to his face, silly!
What were u thinking?
But, i guess he gets his kicks
from
ruffling my feathers and so i will,
in my
characteristic good nature,
indulge his
fancies.
Folks, as i air my vents this day
and as
u've so patiently stayed thru this
chartless epistle, i feel it is ur due
that i
make this effort worth ur while,
the
works, whole and unedited, as it
flows
from my wearied mind, if u wud
tarry
awhile with me.
He asked me to do a freestyle
write-up !
I told u this guy' s a nutter, didnt
i?
What in Luci's hell is
'freewriting'?!
For the love of St. Pete, how do i
pick
up pen plus paper to scribble
away at
Heaven knows what, all in the
name of
freestyling?
I never heard a more
preposterous
idea, if there was one!
But despite my misgivings, i wake
up
this morning and my first thot,
after
thanking The Father, is to get this
guy
off my back.
To humour the persevering son-
- of - -
a - - - - woman!
Hahahaaa! Held ur breath back
there,
no?
I bet u were mentally spinning
out a
lecture on 'choice of words' and
'reader sensibilities', eh?
So, where were we?
Yes, i get up this day, bright and
sunny
after 2days of morning drizzles,
I grab pen and paper and here i
am,
obviously raving about nothing,
and
letting off pent-up steam.
Forgive us, if this made little
sense to u,
it's the task i was instructed to
undertake by my newly adopted
literary
guide, and to his biddings i must.
As conciliation for taking u on
this wild-
goose hunt, i'm posting a regular
note
to sate ur literary appetite, in no
time at
all.
Please stay tuned.
