It's been forever. I know. Since April to be precise. Maybe it has a lot to do with the fact that I am a busy writer and little to do with the poor internet services rendered by our service providers. Either way, I apologize.
So I have good news... Recently, I sent in an application for the participation of the British Council 'Through My Eyes' project. http://www.britishcouncil.org.ng/call-applications-eyes-project. This had to be done with an accompanying photographer (as a pair), which I did with the help of Damilola Onafuwa also known as Dhammie's Concept.
At the end of the day, we were chosen alongside nine others to participate in the workshop. So today's post is based on the photograph and the accompanying piece.
We were instructed to write under 200 words, so don't worry you'll finish reading it in no time. Enjoy!
Many thanks to Oris Aigbos, Franque Mba and Blessing Harrison... You all are a rare gem in different shades.
Footloose...
Morning.
She had been sent on an errand to buy ekor. She could easily have gotten to
Mama Dami’s by taking the bush path but she took the long way, watching and
admiring people she longed to be like.
Different
people took that trail: Hawkers, commuters, playmates but none of those caught
her attention. With nothing more than a
snug fitting pair of boxers and string of beads around her waist as clothing, barefooted,
she took calculated steps like that of the schoolboy taking his younger brother
to school.
For a moment, she saw herself in a brown pinafore
worn over a matching blouse hurrying off to school shoulders squared, chest
puffed and head held high with her earrings swaying in the wind.
Mama Dami interrupted her reverie. “Funke! Where you don dey waka go? Come take
your mama ekor. Yeye girl!” She said, drawing a long hiss.
Funke took the shortcut home.
