Franklin A.N.
African, Sierraleonan -Nigerian,Mende Yoruba and Igbo tribe ancestry😊. Short story fiction and non-fiction writer, Essayist, Journal writer blogger and vlogger❤️
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PANGS
📌PANGS. August has come with its pangs. All the days of July and August have just been a loop of trying to get out. Out of what exactly? A heaviness, A weight. Today that flicker of light was no where to be found. My neighborhood lost about 4 people and there's been whining, there's been talks, there's been a settling in the words of people of how peaceful they would be on the other side of life. I wonder,can't there be a belief that life can be peaceful here? I crave peace, I want it. ...
ARIKÈ
The news was on, the nation was up and in chaos about the passing of the president of Nigeria. Some were delighted he finally left the seat in a corpse, others were protesting on if he actually died, the other set were just interested on who would take over after the president that had passed on. Arike's husband was arguing interchangeably with the other men in the neighborhood that evening, about what was going to happen in the presidential quarters, who was going to be president and all poli...
ON AUGUST END.
📌CLOSING IN August! Wheew!!! August is always heavy. It's closing in already and Its my birth month next. I don't like it's being another year added just to life. Life is beautiful and is a gift but after August,I come into the place where I have series and series of breakdowns. I sulk and mourn for the things I would have achieved in the year past. I have high hopes for a new year and sometimes the anticipation is in fear, other times it's in faith. I fight a forced feeling of hoping for ...
AUGUST THOUGHTS
I note my thoughts down so much this August. The gloom is fading out quietly but not quickly. My nervous system is calming down but still locked up in uncertainty; not the kind of uncertainty where you don't know where you are headed but an uncertain 'how'. July and August is when things end and begin for me,it's just slow at the time, but today I woke up lighter. The weight a bit lighter and the quietness is not too gloomy anymore. There's movement and this movement is as though light peers th...
15th AUGUST
📌15TH AUGUST I woke up with a certain terror. It wasn't the bathroom on my flat ,it was my family house in Onitsha. I knew it was going to be a rough ride and it indeed was. It was a rainy day, to add up to the melancholy and the deep sadness I was feeling. Gloom hovering over our faces. It's a wonder that it's August again and I shaved my hair like I did 10years ago. A few days ago,I took one look at my hair and brought it down. Exactly in front of the mirror, just like I did 10years ag...
THE MURDER OF SELF
Some days there are different versions of self that lie scattered in front of you. Just only you can see that sort of morbidity taking place. It's like the joker laughs hysterically at you, but just in another world where you alone are the main actor,no one else is a main character. Apocalyptic in such ways that zombies or gouls of different you's just walk around wobbly and tired,your almost ghoulish eyes peering forth that you smile that weak smile and everything is alright when everyone gues...
AUGUST
August comes with a certain quietness for me. I step into newness but sometimes that newness is sad. August reminds me of how far behind I've been from where I thought I would be. I just want so much quietness in August. August is the time where I'm nearly never seen anywhere or about. I've always been a person around Academia,so the school calendar helps me hibernate in August and so somehow August also becomes my hibernation season. I move from a certain sadness and heaviness in July into fe...
CHIDERA IS BORN
In Dream count between pages 154 and the up to 158. Chidera is born,Zikora a fierce woman who seemingly looks out together but has a world falling apart,had a baby named "Chidera". Chidera just like me had a Non-nigerian father, Chidera's father was Kwame, A Ghanian entangled with Zikora, who hitherto made her world fall apart more than it was. My father too is Sierraleonan but I bear the name "Chidera". I see a profound play of a child craving her father's love and on not getting it, settles...
JULY
July for me is always the time that I take a deep breath,heave a deep sigh,It's always like my new year starts in July. Old habits die, I loose things, I become more conscious,I become sad,I overthink in July ,I forget myself,I forget reason sometimes,I become angrier in July,in July I force things to happen, I have lots of regrets in July and I appreciate a lot of things in July too. July also for me is when I get distracted by newness and some how it's how I inadvertently leave an old chapter...
The breach of the African child.....
I grew up in a society where I could see the harshness of life. There are different degrees to the harshness that life brings to the average African child. I use the society I grew up in as a standard, it's a society that I could say kills dreams, kills futures. I myself have found myself being pessimistic like those adults I rebuked while growing up when they laughed off my dreams or called it bluff. I was never a believer that dreams don't come true, I had many reasons not to believe but I s...
CHIEBUKA'S MARRIAGE
After 1995 sealed something memorable, something that was going to be forever between Chiebuka and uzoma, life was as beautiful as the skies, the air even sang with them, the butterflies seemed to cheer them on. "So Chiebuka has chosen that woman in-stead of his own mother". This statement seemed like a rhetorical statement but also sounded like a threat. Nneoma couldn't swallow it up that Chiebuka was finally choosing to stand up for himself, it was annoying because this new 22 year old from...
.......to merely exist.
There's this urge just to merely exist, to just wake up and hope you don't feel the lump on your throat,to not wander aimlessly in your mind and create a billion scenarios of what it should have looked like and not what it merely is, and this feeling comes from a knowing of being more. I know millions of African people have scaled through the years in the same vein,by pretending that the real world doesn't exist,by focusing on whats in front of them and not stretching it so much to the extremit...
"AYO, 1955"
"AYO, 1955" 'Ake road ' was home to homeless people. Many homeless people lived there after the time of 'lugard'. Ayo the lame and his brother lived there after their parents passed. It transitioned from being sad about his lame situation to them living for fun. He was the younger of the two brothers. Ayo and Babajide had lived in Ake road all their lives. At 78 years of age, Babajide still cared for his lame brother. He had cared for him all the while all through from childhood. They were...
MBAYASE
After lugard and his brothers left Nigeria alone to be an independent state,these men who had no fingernails and toe nails as achebe would describe something of the sort in his book, There was a movie production by Mr. Mbayase ,after he came home from the British colonies after all his touring in the British colonies ,he came back to Nigeria since Nigeria had gained her independence, he came to apply the much knowledge he had gained over the years from going to school in England to moving from ...
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