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Monday, May 7, 2018
Friday, April 13, 2018
How I Lost My Virginity - Excerpt from my novel manuscript
Dusk was falling gradually; and I was out in the
streets, on my way home. I can’t remember where I was coming from. All I know
is that I was sauntering, home, thinking of the lady who had just broken my
heart. She had eloped with an oil worker to God knows where. Then a sudden
drizzle met me on the way. Initially, I had thought it was a mere drizzle until
it showed a sign it wasn’t. The downpour came suddenly with anger, and everybody
in the streets was running helter-skelter. I looked about me, at a loss what to
do. I wanted to take shelter in a nearby building to avoid being drenched by the
rain; but I wasn’t fast enough. Suddenly everywhere was flooded; a canvas of
brown, muddy water the colour of tea. And as I waded through it, a tidal wave
was pushing me backward. I looked about me and saw Port High Life Street, a
street notorious for its many brothels. I entered it and stopped at a long,
unpainted building lined by rooms facing the road. I flung a red curtain aside
that stood between me and the unknown and entered a room lit up by a red
incandescent bulb. And I was transfixed, as though I had just entered the
underworld. Everything about me had taken on a strange red colour, and I
realized I was lost. Few seconds passed; I fidgeted, trying to find myself.
‘Welcome,’ a female voice said. That was
reassuring. I stood mopping at a squat lady with an impressive chest. Her white
bra couldn’t hold her breasts in place; they were struggling to get out of the
prison they were in. It seemed some mass of flesh was trying to burst out of
the cups. She also wore a white skirt that barely reached her knee. The white
shirt looked like amber red in the glow of the red light. I should say she had an impressive chest and
a fabulous behind. Her hips were a spider’s and her behind a mass of protruding
flesh. She was Nicki Minaj.
‘I say welcome, customer’ she repeated.
Customer? Am I a customer? Has she seen me before? I thought.
It was raining hailstones outside, and the sound
of it pattering on the roof was drowning our voices. The sound of the rain
pattering on the roof was sexy. It inspired many salacious thoughts. “Sit
down na,” she said holding my crotch, and moaning. ‘Abi you nor wan fuck?’ As
she kept fondling my crotch not only did I have a hard on I had a hard time
controlling my penis, which was pushing so hard that it was about bursting out of my trousers, I needed to let it out of its prison, to free
it. I needed to free myself. I needed somebody to free me.
Wednesday, April 11, 2018
Nehru Odeh: What My Novel Is About
Nehru Odeh: What My Novel Is About: What My Novel is About What is Truth? Man, from the beginning o...
What My Novel Is About
What My Novel is About
What is Truth?
Man, from the beginning of time, has been preoccupied with the search for truth. And the question, what is truth? has been a fundamental question. Still, is there anything like truth? If there is, then what is truth?
Man’s search for truth is the basis not only of religion, philosophy, science, societies but also the foundation of knowledge.
Truth is so important to human existence that even if it doesn’t exists, man would definitely create it. Man believes it is the basis of existence; he believes it is the basis for social interactions, relationships and society. Without truth, it is believed we will all die, society will crumble and there will be chaos and anarchy.
Man believes that without truth, there is no reason for living. And that is the reason truth is perceived in some circles in terms of absolutes, in terms of the supernatural, in terms of primal cause, in terms of knowledge, in terms of morality, of right and wrong, in terms of mutual coexistence.
Anything that is true, they believe, is right’ while anything that is not true is wrong. This must be so if we are to survive on a planet that seems indifferent to the fate of man.
But the question is there anything like truth? When did man first conceive truth as an idea? Is truth the creator of society or the creation of society? This is what I shall discuss here as I try to read my newly completed novel and analyze what it is about.
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