Josthinkingoutloud- Mind of a storyteller

“Put 50 naira akara there, 50 naira yam, no put stew” “Okay Sir” It wasn’t yet 7am but Mama Ebuka had already pitched her tent at her regular spot, with quite a number of homo-sapiens clustering around her like a swarm of bees, trying to buy some of the fried snacks before the tray becomes empty. From behind a fat, light-skinned woman came and almost knocked me off from where I was standing. "Mma-Ebuka give me 200naira akara and 100naira ogi, my children don late for school" "Madam but you met me here” a lanky man with a grumpy voice, too deep for his size echoed from my left. "Oga na lie, you met me here” the woman snorted. Their voices increased as other buyers joined in the argument, trying to separate the duo and I was just standing there like someone in a trance, unperturbed, like someone who is communing with a supreme being which no-one else could see. My gaze was fixed on the bright red fire that rocked the bottom of the gigantic...

Bienvenue mon-amie!!! If you don't speak French, it means "Welcome my friend"..to my mind! (NOT blog) Yikes! Okay its been a long-time coming, like absolutely. I've been planning (for quite sometime now) to do something like this but I wasn't totally sure what I wanted it to be like. I think a lot.. errr.. not sure that came out well😂 (I meant to say that) my mind is always pre-occupied. When I was a girl, I used to daydream a lot..like a whole lot; about pixies and gnomes, haunted homes and wishing chairs, fairies and god-mothers (blame it on Enid Blyton😓) and sometimes, what my life would be like when I'm rich and famous or become Miss Universe. I would literally read a book and reminisce on it for like one week straight and on some occasions, if the book didn't end as I wanted it to, I'll give it a befitting ending by myself! But the problem is this; I wont just give it one ending, I'll propose nothing less than 5 different endin...