Hello everyone. I am currently in my writing cave working hard on the first draft of a romance novel set in Abuja, Nigeria. Hopefully, it should be out soon.
In the meantime, here is a little teaser from Thorns and Roses.
They resumed their meal in silence. “I want to take you out this Saturday,” Chuma broke the silence again. Ifeoma held her breath, waiting for him to continue.
“I have a boat in Lagos Marina. I love to sail on Saturday sometimes.”
Still speechless, Ifeoma dared not say anything, dared not move.
“The weather appears promising, no rain. We can have—”
“I have to work on Saturday … I work on Saturdays, remember?” Her voice suddenly returned, cutting him off. She could not allow him to continue, to paint a picture in her mind. It was hard enough not to reach out across the table and touch him. Keeping her desire for him in check was torture. She did not need him painting this perfect fairy-tale picture in her head. Especially when it was obvious that he wasn’t attracted to her. She was just a hobby to him. A problem to fix. Something interesting to occupy his bored rich mind. No, she won’t encourage this.
Chuma’s dark eyes flashed in anger. He took in a deep breath as if trying to calm himself. He didn’t succeed.
“I know you work Saturdays, damn it.” His voice came out harshly. “I know you worked last Saturday, and the Saturday before that and Sundays too.”
Taking a gulp of water as if he needed that to finally calm down, he swallowed slowly. “I just want you to have one Saturday off. Just one. And relax. Stop fighting the world!”
Ifeoma’s pulse jerked at the intensity she saw in his eyes. This was all too much. She felt like she was drowning. To spend a whole Saturday relaxing on a boat with him? How could she do that and not fall at his feet? Or beg him never to leave her? No, she couldn’t. He made her weak, she had to fight him, preserve herself.
I am not my mother; I am a strong woman.
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Hello everyone. I hope you had a fabulous weekend. I did.
I bought a trampoline for the kids and set it up in our garden. They lost interest after only a few minutes, and I ended up jumping on it all day. Great to act like a child once again.
Okay, so, I am writing a love story set in Abuja, Nigeria. And in a dramatic scene, I wanted the characters to be distracted by loud sounds of metallic items dropping on a tiled floor.
The first thing that came to my mind was the jingle of coins falling out of a purse. It sounded perfect in my head until I remembered that coins are now rarely used in Nigeria.
That made me sad…
I halted my writing (My usual habit of procrastination), and searched the internet for old Nigerian coins, called Kobo.
I literary felt tearful thinking back about how in the 80s, my parents gave me and my siblings 10 kobo each every weekend to buy bubble gum and sweets. We each used to put our coins in a piggy bank to save for something special.
This is a part of our childhood that we cant pass to our children, because due to years of inflation and mismanagement of the economy, coins have almost completely disappeared from Nigeria.
To me, it is a big shame.
My father told me that when he was much younger, there were coins as low as 1 Kobo. I only got to experience using 10 kobo and upwards.
Right now, there are rarely any coins in Nigeria because they no longer have any value.
Do other African countries still use coins? Which countries?
Please comment about which denominations of the Nigerian kobo you spent.
Also comment if you’ve never seen a Nigerian Kobo.
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