First posts for new platforms are always pretty difficult to come through, no matter how long you’ve been in the game. The thought of having a new set of readers, with a new taste for literary creativity; the urge to thrill them and earn their respect quickly, grips the Writer’s mind. I have however learnt that good writing does not succeed or fail on the strength of its ability to persuade. It succeeds or fails on the strength of its ability to engage you, to make you think, to give you a glimpse into someone else’s head- mine and that of many characters in my writing.
My ‘cross’ as a Writer remains to find some sort of consistency with the progression of my craft. In a society such as I find myself in, that cross is made heavier to carry. It is difficult to balance the realities of ‘surviving’ in Lagos, and being a Creative Writer. I’ve had to find a way to ‘commercialise’ my writing, and do that without much loss of my creative writing essence.
Everyday I make progress. Every step may be fruitful. Yet there is continually stretched out before me an ever-lengthening, ever-ascending, ever-improving path. I perceive the journey might have no end. But this, so far from discouraging, only adds to the joy and glory of the climb.
So I got invited to be part of the Y!Naija ‘Super Bloggers’ series. For already existing readers of my blog, this means I’ll be more consistent with my posts henceforth (many thanks for staying through and true). For my new readers, Sunshine sends her greetings (read about her in previous posts on my blog).
I will dedicate my engagement as a Y!Naija Super Blogger to sharing beautifully written fiction pieces, such as: “She walked with measured steps, draped in striped and fringed cloths, treading the earth proudly, with a slight jingle and flash of barbarous ornaments. She carried her head high; her hair was done in the shape of a helmet; she had brass leggings to the knee, brass wire gauntlets to the elbow, a crimson spot on her tawny cheek, innumerable necklaces of glass beads on her neck; bizarre things, charms, gifts of witch-men, that hung about her, glittered and trembled at every step…”.
And puzzling ramblings like: “When we look from our vantage of sophisticated scepticism at the phenomenon of belief in God, we are not impressed; we see dogmatism, we see wars and inquisitions, and persecutions. We see hypocrisy: people professing the brotherhood of man killing their fellows in the name of faith, lining their pockets at the expense of others, and practicing all manner of immorality.”
Consequently I will be taking you through a journey of a world that exists, but isn’t quite famous, at least not yet. A journey that unveils the plural nature of perfection, and shows a typical example of how happiness in a sense, is a function of how closely our world conforms to the infinite variety of human preference.
There is love, there is music, there is no limit, there is work, there is the precious sense that this is the hour of grace when all things gather and distil to create the rest of my life. So, walk with me on this journey, as I take you through the pieces of me, leading you through the sum of my parts.
Please read my 1st post in the Y! Naija Super Bloggers Series here: http://www.ynaija.com/kingsley-iweka-pieces-of-me-y-superblogger/