It’s true what my mum says about a man’s word and it’s relation to the size of his brain.
‘A man’s spoken words says much about the size of his heart, his written words reveals the quality of his brain.’
This is a saying that has been tried, tested and proven a gazillion times on the unsuspecting male ‘lab rats’ I have come across- and just like a number of smart men I’m now friends with, He stood out.
His words challenged the storyteller in me while his stories floored me effortlessly. The fluency and ease with which he narrated intriguing details of his life kept me coming back for more- and with the advent of the smart phone into my life, bookmarking his page was the right thing to do.
Like every other consistent and ardent reader of his works, I went back and read all his other pieces. There were times I envied him, and other times I scoffed at this gift of his. His ability to churn out tales that invoked strong feelings in me was just absurd seeing as I only allowed music and a few other necessary ‘evil’ to flay my emotions in this manner. I read on week after week in spite of the presence of the green-eyed, mammoth sized monster. I even became a small part of his blogosphere- dropping a comment after each new post. An act meant to encourage as well as appreciate his works.
I should point out, he is ‘besties’ with a ‘bestie’. So I guess it was inevitable that we would be friends. In the beginning, she was the go-between, relaying pointers he would give on how to go about my writing- tips and treats. He even ‘scissorsed’ a piece of mine one time- an act that upped his respect level in my books. This single act of his encouraged me and made me write even when I felt ’twas just junkings- at least I had a reader, my partner-in-amebo and all things good and bad in-between Bubu (the bestie).
It was she, who gave my pin to him and who got us to meet- well at least in the cyber world.
Everything I thought I had gleaned about him from his writings was just about true. He is a smart talker- better writer, has low tolerance for bad English (those types we call typo and gbabauns) and is a sweet guy- toblerone has got nothing on him.
Out of outrage at the 150% hike in fares this past Easter, I decided- for 5mins- to stay back in Lagos. Ever the nice one, he offered for us to hangout. Him, me and our mutual bestie. Of course I jumped at the offer- an opportunity to meet him in person and most importantly the free food and things. #teamfreebies.
As fate will have it, things didn’t pan out the way I wanted, I travelled for the holidays and took a rain check. Some weeks past, we decided to do movies. While we made plans, the gods of everything boring went to work. Suffice to say, Zeus was kind enough to issue me another rain-check. There was yet another planning in the pipeline, but he wasn’t going to be in Lagos till late- another cancellation. Truth be told, it feels like I have known him for awhile, hence the near-absence of any anxiety about meeting him.
Although we haven’t gotten around to meeting each other outside the virtual realm, I refer to him as a friend. Anyone who will patiently read through the gibberish I write and point out where I need to work on, is a friend. Anyone who will give up his time and commit himself to walking me through this entry level of writing is more than a hero, he is my friend. Anyone who will offer to pay for my movie, buy me sharwarma, coke, chocolates and popcorn on a movie-date, is definitely a friend.
Dear readers and friends I present to you my dear friend and fellow 360nobs.com blogger….Franque.
The first time I heard about her, it was to tell me someone liked my work. It meant a lot to me especially at the time, because she was the first person outside of close friends and family to tell me so personally. Ok, not personally, but through a mutual friend.
The next time I heard from her it was to ask me to look at something she had written. I panicked! I was going to be uncovered for the fraud I was.
I had read somewhere that if you can’t dazzle people with brilliance, baffle them with bullshit. And that was basically what I had done all this while on 360nobs – at least in my eyes.
Yes, I panicked. But she was not going to take no for an answer, so I accepted to look at her article.
With music playing from my earphones straight to my brain, I read her work. Two things hit me immediately: Where I was green, she was greener so it was going to be easy to talk my way out of this one; The second thing was the potential she represented. I saw in her words the future – if she was willing to work on it and play to her strengths. What I took away from all that though was that I had to better myself first, to avoid such close calls.
When I learnt from our mutual friend that she had won the first 360nobs date, I went to the page to read her comment. To say I was impressed by how much better she sounded, will be putting it mildly.
Then the date came and went, and her account was posted. Again I was struck by how much potential she had. The comments that trailed her post told me I was not wrong, and I was happy to hear Nobs had offered her a place on 360nobs. I was not afraid that she would not shine, I worried about her staying power. My worry did not stop me from eagerly awaiting her first official post.
When the post went up I heard, but waited a few hours before reading it. I knew the swelling I suffered was not from an allergic reaction because it was in my chest region. I did not need time to analyse what it was because I knew that swelling in my chest was PRIDE.
I was proud to have known her before 360nobs; I was proud of how she had grown in the time since; I was proud of the ways I knew she can, and will grow. Simply put, I was all kinds of proud!
Over time we have fixed to meet up for movies, but my schedule has been all over the place like a pregnant woman’s hormones. One of these days I know I will meet with her, and then I will tell her how proud I am of her.
Without further ado I give you a sister, friend and fellow apprentice in the wordsmith’s workshop: Chidinma!