WHY I WRITE
“So, Why then do you Write?”
-Cinderella asked
We were halfway to the audition center when she suddenly threw that question in the middle of our discussion.
“Doesn’t that first question sound somehow to the ears?” — I secretly asked myself
“Was it not better she asked.”
“Why do I enjoy writing.”
“Sounds much better!”- I reaffirmed with a nod.
“So, Cindy You mean I should explain Why I grab my pen and write.”-I returned her question.
“Well! You see this your question, if I understood you well, has stories attached to it”- I started
Because I write for so many reasons
I write to drop down my points.
I write to keep records.
I just wrote yesterday to earn a good grade as a Continued education Programme Student (Postgraduate)
I even write to communicate to the deaf
In fact, we all went to school to learn how to read and write!
To others who will read through this write up
I do not know how prepared you are for my adventure.
The adventures to the real reasons I write.
Because this Question on its own sparked up some reactions
It triggered my emotions.
It reminded me, my past.
It brought forward, the present.
And pried into the future.
So, sorry if you find my writing either conversational or “Informal”.
So sorry about that
I just can’t help it!
Most especially for this kind of soul-touching and personal question as this.
Because for real, This is “How I write!”
I love being realistic.
I love and communicate sincerity and reality in my writings.
Whenever I grab my writing stick
I believe, I want to pass a message.
My writing stick is my other voice.
In fact, it speaks louder than my vocal cords.
It speaks what is heavy for my mouth to utter.
It speaks for me whenever I am silenced either by circumstance or by scenes.
That is why I sought off call it my advocate.
Take for example an unforgettable event that played out many months ago.
A scenario where I was wrongly and heavily accused.
It was an encounter I won’t forget in a moment during my days as a servant.
A servant with a brand name, “Employee”, in a branded cage called “Company”.
Not that there are no good companies out there
But this one is more like a military prison than a company, due to the toxic work environment in place.
I can’t but remember.
I remembered that:
“Get out of my office shout” — my ebony black HR dished out to me, after many lashes of scolding and a hot query to add to it.
“Just before the close of business today” as they would always end that kind of letter.
“Okay sir”- I responded slowly just as a handicapped being because the truth was that I know nothing to which I have been accused of.
.
Had I reached my desk, I reached for my writing stick.
I needed to ease off my heart.
I needed to ease off my soul.
I needed to relieve my mind.
I needed to explain myself.
Not in a remorseful tone this time as I always did on any slightest thing, just for peace to reign owning to the short-tempered nature of Mr. Bayo, My HR manager.
But this time I stood bold to explain myself.
I stood fiercely as a wild ox.
Not to his face because that would be a disrespect, a disobedience to work ethics.
But on my white sheet, an A4 Paper
Gosh! I needed to be heard.
Or don’t you think so?
And guess what!
The heaviness of my words, expressed in that letter ,so moved the Managing Director
Why?
Because the issue I was accused of called for an emergency meeting of the senior managers by the management.
Probably, while in the meeting, the issue was raised and my letter was read.
Shortly after , I was summoned to the conference room and..
heavily apologized to.
Yes!,
“I got vindicated “
“Just like that?” One may ask.
Yes! Just like that
See, anybody have every reason whether or yes to believe this story.
Some may tag this story fictious, others, a reality.
But the truth remains that I got vindicated.
I got vindicated because I communicated that which was written in the slates of my hurtful heart, with every emotion it carried, and craftily penned it down on a paper, in that my reader felt what being in such a state, Mr. Bayo wrongfully placed me in tastes like .
Hence, the MD’s IMMEDIATE action.
Wait!
Did I tell you he did, in copywriting is shortly called, “DR “?
Yeah!
“Direct Response” in full
So, having said that
I sure need to conclude because a range of words was given for this write up.
But before I do.
Notice I used two words, “my writing stick “and “my white sheet”.
See, we as humans write both voluntarily and Involuntarily.
We take down events with both our eyes and other senses and write it down in the safe stores of our minds.
They constitute what is called “Experience” by the Whiteman.
So, whether it is with our eyes, the major writer, or our BIC pen, We write!
Whether with the keypads on our devices or the Keyboards, we still write.
Whether it is on paper or in our minds, writing still goes on.
Though, I have a whole lot of reasons to still dish out, but I guess that penultimate sentence there, summarizes it all.
I must pen off now because I still have a whole lot to write, or do you wish I continue?”
