Sunday 16 June 2013

HOW TO BECOME A SUCCESSFUL CREATIVE WRITER By TOYIN BROWN

HOW TO BECOME A SUCCESSFUL CREATIVE WRITER
No doubt that a lot of people have been asking so many questions on how they can become creative writers. Many too have consulted a lot of books and articles in prints and online to help improve on their skills as creative writers. The truth is that there is no magic in it. The fact that people are writing does not make their works creative. Some works are written because the writers just want to write and someone who is endowed with the special gift of writing should be able to discern between the works that are creatively written and the ones that are “just there”.
In this article, I will take you through some of the simple steps of becoming a successful creative writer and if you are naturally endowed with the act of creativity, this article will also help you to improve on your skills and become more active in your talent than anyone else.
Now, I will take you through the dos and then the don’ts of creative writing. We will start with the dos and then the don’ts.
THE DOS
Ø To be a creative writer, you must be ready to write at all times. One may wonder why this has to be the first. Yes, you must be ready with your pen and paper wherever you go. It does not matter what your business in a particular place is and what you are doing at a particular point in time. Always be ready to write at all times.
Ø Be sensitive to your environment. Observation is one of the major keys to an inspired writing. Be observant in your environment. Physically, what do you see? Be sensitive, in what way has the condition of the physical environment affected the inhabitants? Feel it within you, put yourself in another person’s shoes, and let your emotions make your fingers move to write.
Ø Read wide. Expand your knowledge and interests. You must not be a scientist to write about science, you must not be a feminist to write about the plight of women in the society where you come from, you must not be Marxist to talk about how social class system has affected the society, you must not be a politician to write on how to be a better leader and an obedient follower. All these depend on how wide you read.
Ø Enjoy what you read from others. This is closely related to the third point above. Do not just read because you want to be a good writer tomorrow, but read because you enjoy reading. This will unconsciously develop your skills both in writing and in reading.
Ø Always listen to the still small voice within. Yes, this is what is referred to as the muse. When it comes, be ready to listen and follow the prompt to write. This will make up your inspiration.
Ø Talk less and listen more. It will be very important to point out that a talkative cannot make a good creative writer. One who listens more to people will always catch a life experience and a character to write about.
Ø Be active. Do your exercises, eat healthy and stay healthy all the times. A sick body lacks inspiration and the right frame of mind to create.
Ø Learn new words every day. Develop your vocabulary. It does not necessary mean big and ambiguous words; simple words can make your work unique and easy to comprehend.
Ø Be yourself. Copying from other people’s inspirations will not only make your own work an imitation but will also make you a copycat. Note that you are reading other people’s work to improve on your skills, not to copy from them.
Ø Be conscious of your own style in writing. Most times creative writers are basically identified by their unique styles in writing. Develop yours; it will make your work stand out among others.
Ø Reflect soberly on all your encounters during the day and if you are one who loves to write at nights I am sure your inspiration will flow better after a sober reflection.
Ø Identify your major source(s) of inspiration. When you check through the biographies of some great writers you will be surprised to discover that they have one source of inspiration or the other. So to be a successful creative writer, identify those things that always push you to write.
Ø Lastly on this, be focused. Whatever creative work you intend to start, be determined to finish it no matter how much time you think it will take. The truth is that when you enjoy what you do, you will finish it up in no time.
THE DON’TS
Ø Do not mix creativity with laziness and leisure. Writing is not what you do when you are tired or lazy to do other works at home or in the office. It is what you do when you are fully active and with the right frame of mind.
Ø Do not write because your friends are writing. It is very wrong to write because you see people do, this is when yours will become boring and will definitely lack the necessary ingredients to make it what it should be.
Ø Do not write just to make money. Writing is not for profit purposes. The reasons most creative writers sell their books are to spread their ideas to others to learn from and to cover the cost of production, not for getting rich. So it is erroneous to write for profit purposes.
Ø Do not talk too much while writing; it will make you lose focus and interest in your work.
Ø After you produce your first work, do not relax because more works are expected of you in time to come.
Ø Do not even start when you know deep down in your heart that you will not be able to end.
Ø Do not leave your work unfinished for a very long time. Be sure that you will lose the inspiration and it will become uninteresting to continue.
Ø Finally, do not consider your background and your career as hindrances to your being what you want to be. A creative writer must first create a suitable background for himself/herself and also make space for his creative abilities to take charge.

With all these, you see how easy it is to become a creative writer. In all, be sure of what you wanted and then know how to go about getting it for yourself. Write to change the society, write to impact knowledge, write to elevate people from their present conditions, write to create hope for freedom to those whose mentality are enslaved over time, write to keep everyone around you happy, write to reach out to the other parts of the world, write to liberate yourself from same situations, keep writing. Allow yourself to be inspired at all times. Before you know it, you would have become a good creative writer and you will be happy you wrote in the first place. Cheers!

Thursday 6 June 2013

WORDS OF LOVE; SONGS OF VICTORY... By BrownToyin



WORDS OF LOVE; SONGS OF VICTORY…
We had been through a lot together
When the storm came, we hid under the rock
When it was harsh on our skin,
 We hid under the shades of the tree.
When in the desert of difficulty,
We held each other so closely.
The warmth of our bodies kept us alive
We were like a bunch of broomsticks
Together we had become UNBREAKABLE
And INDESTRUCTIBLE!

Together we had fought in wars of life
With or flesh torn in deep
And our blood flowed
Like the fastest river
Thick and dark, according to its magnitude
Yet we held our fist high in the sky
With songs of freedom in our lips!

We had been duty-bound to each other
Lending our cold and crooked hands
To lift and to bear our burdens
Even though no one asked us why
Our vision was beyond the fate which awaits us afar off
Yet we been together,
Calling us by our sweet names!

They haven’t yet arrived they say,
But who cared?
Who? Ever was there all through our pains?
When we wallowed in the shame of our torn clothes,
Our rags were meant to be seen through,
Our naked bodies uncovered!
One thing had kept us and that
Which we have found could not be snatched
Even though our palms were feeble and old.
The bond was unbreakable,
Even the hottest of lashes could not separate!

Our undying love seemed to be our watchword
Day in…, day out…
Then it was… it has been… and now it is.
But just like in a reverie,
Everything pushed right behind us,
Yet our hands still, stuck together….
Never let go….
Still spoke the same words
Which only we could understand…
The words of freedom!



Wednesday 13 March 2013

The Ladies... A short story By Brown Toyin





THE LADIES


  


       










      


 We were like sisters but we were just friends. To us, it wasn’t anything more or less but people had seen more. They had seen what looked like a similar trait in us. We both had same beautiful smiles as they had observed. But I hadn’t seen anything physical about me and Tolu. After all, she is Yoruba while I am Igbo, so where did the similarity come from? But the love we had for each other is something that had proven so hard to explain.
Tolu and I met during one of our Physics classes in secondary school. That happened to be her first day at school. What struck me first was the clear cut contrast in our attitudes to questions. The Physics teacher, who would always throw her questions to those who cared to answer, found the best companion in Tolu that day. I always knew the answers to most of her questions but I wouldn’t answer until she points her finger directly at me. Tolu was different. She would raise her hands anytime a question was asked and she would answer correctly. After the class, I busied myself with some self assignments. Someone walked up to my desk and stood. At first I pretended as though I never noticed a presence, then she spoke.
‘Hello, please where can I wee?’ I looked up and I noticed how so beautiful she was. She looked so tender and her skin shone so brightly even as dark as she was. I had been scrutinizing the poor helpless girl for many seconds now, she was becoming so uneasy. I smiled and she did the same shyly.
 ‘Wow!’ I exclaimed.
There was something really about her smile that caught my attention as well, it was just like mine.
‘Lemme take you there’. I offered. ‘Oh, thanks so much’. She said, sounding as though I had offered to help her ease her near-bursting bladder. I quickly packed up my books and led the way towards the ladies.
We had been very good friends since then. We sat on the same seat row and took turns in answering questions in classes. Our fame grew.
When we finished our secondary education, we sat for the University Entrance Examination. We both wanted to attend the same school and surprisingly we both had the same ambition to study medicine. We eventually got the admission at the University of Nigeria but unfortunately I wasn’t offered admission to study medicine but Tolu got it. I didn’t have to reject micro biology, so I went for it. We both started off together with our campus lives as we were, friends. Though we didn’t rent same apartment, but we saw each other more often almost on daily bases. Tolu never failed to tell me stories about the guys who came her way and how she ended up taking their money and leaving them to beg almost to death just to plant a peck on her cheeks. I couldn’t help laughing. I wasn’t that tough on guys on campus, I simply told them my big “NO” and that was it. I was always afraid they might want to get back at me if I spent their money without giving in to their requests but here is my best friend totally unafraid and we made jokes out of them all. We went for night classes together on weekends and that helped us a lot during our tests and examinations. After the night classes, we would go home to rest and then visit ourselves later during the day. We would have fun together with the other girls in the neighbourhood, and later on we would do the cooking and laundry together. It was always fun all the way.
Tolu and I took turns to visit each other at our houses on weekly basis. This particular week end, it was my turn to visit her. I got home after our usual night class and found out the one of our neighbours, Beauty, was playing some loud tunes and that made the whole compound to be filled with some confused noises, so I couldn’t  even wink in that confusion. I later learnt from the other neighbour, Eunice that Beauty’s boyfriend just came back from Germany and had proposed to her, so she was throwing a big party to celebrate both for his arrival and for her engagement. ‘Lucky ones!’ I sighed as I went straight to the bathroom. As I hurried through a cold shower I was also day-dreaming about how my Prince-in-Shiny-Armor could just come and take me to his little kingdom. How stupid I was to think about that now, I realised. I had my education to complete before anything else. Though I longed for the right man but I kept telling myself that the right time would surely come but right then I needed to catch some good sleep. I made for Tolu’s house after dressing up and the room tidied. I was almost sleeping on my way. I pounded heavily on her door and she opened.
‘Uju, what happened?’ she asked half awoke and with some tone of surprise in her voice.
‘My dear my compound is filled with some hell of noise, lemme sleep here please.’
‘Of course common in,’ she beckoned. I walked straight to the bed and lay down and we didn’t speak anymore so I dozed off.
I was awakened by some disturbing sensitive touches. My senses became alert but my eyes were still closed. It was like a dream. But someone was actually touching me so erotically. Who could that be? I thought I was sleeping in my friend’s house? was this some kind of joke or what? Wait a minute! I quickly opened my eyes and I got her hands off my body. I stood up and she pretended to be seriously dozing. I looked at her face, went straight and grabbed my bag. I hadn’t been this irritated in my life. I made towards the door and she stirred.
‘Where are you going to?’ she asked, still pretending.
‘I am leaving.’
‘why? Aint you goinno stay for our stuff?’
‘No’ I answered almost shouting.
‘It’s ok then. See you later’ she said and laid down again in pretence. I watched her for few seconds. Confused even more, I walked out of the door slamming it behind me. My heart was heavy. When did Tolu turn to this? I never knew her to be a lesbian. Was she like this before I met her back in secondary school or did she learn it from her friends here on campus? But why hadn’t I noticed all these while? Oh my God! I couldn’t bring myself to that conclusion. I needed to do something about it and that very fast. I couldn’t let things be the same way I found them. I needed to confront her if that would help. I turned and started again to Tolu’s house. I was so obsessed that I forgot to knock. I violently pushed the door wide open and couldn’t believe my eyes! There was Tolu my best friend and Nneka her neighbour, both completely nude, kissing and hugging each other! I had barely left the house!
‘Oh my God!’ I exclaimed.
 I nearly threw up. The sight was disgusting. I stood, shocked, glued at the spot I didn’t move for two minutes. They both ran for their clothes. I opened my mouth no words came. Tolu finally got her clothes but couldn’t wear them. She too stood with her head lowered. By this time I had found my feet. I turned and walked slowly out of the room. This time my head was blank. I didn’t know what else to think about. I got to my room, walked straight to the bed and laid down. Beauty’s music was still wailing from the next door. I took the advantaged of the noise and I cried so bitterly. I needed to unburden my heavy heart and so I did. I slept off after.
My message alert tone woke me up. I picked up my phone and checked, it was a message from my best friend, Tolu. It reads:
Dearest Uju, I knw how u wil feel abt all dat hapnd 2day. Wel, I neva intended 2 try it on u cos u’v bn my 6ta. Dis is wot I enjoy doin now. I’m not in2 men & u already knw dat. I luv fellas lyk me. I have already made up my mind 2 quit dis relationship cos u cant stop me & am sure u wont want 2 hang out wit someone as “dirty” as I am. So pls lets kip it d “hello/hi” affair 4rm now on, no more, no less. Am sorry. Bye 4 now.
It was a long text indeed and I felt so weak after reading it. How would I survive without my best friend? I kept wondering.
Two weeks without Tolu hadn’t been easy. Going to night classes all alone, going home after lectures all alone, no laughter, no discussions. On several occasions I had bumped into her with her friends. She seemed not to care about anything. She was still in her best moods. We only stared at each other without expression and walked away. A week later I developed a severe fever. I couldn’t go to school. I stayed indoors and there was no one to take care of me. I couldn’t call my parents. I was scared they might find out about me and Tolu and it could worsen the whole situation. I was so down that I only ate when I had the strength to. I missed Tolu so much.
One afternoon, I felt a very hard lump in my stomach. It was painful. I decided to ignore it at first maybe the pains would subside with time. But I got it all wrong. Instead, the pains increased more and more. I groaned in pain and out of fear. I was passing on gradually. I rolled on the bed with my two hands clutching my stomach. There was no one close. My neighbours had gone out for lectures and for other businesses. I groaned and cried. I saw my life fizzling away in minutes and I was so scared. Suddenly I heard a knock on my door. A savior had finally come! I cried and groaned the more. The person couldn’t open the door, I locked it from the inside and I couldn’t put myself together to crawl to the door. I was now gasping for breath, I was dying slowly. The knocks increased to bangs and then to kicks, hard kicks and the door opened. Tolu rushed towards me with tears in her eyes. She lifted me without saying a word but all cries. She yelled out for help several times, she was agitated. Then Pa Ngozi, the only married man in our compound, came rushing in. they both lifted me and brought me outside. I was still crying and groaning. Tolu stopped a taxi and they took me in. we drove off to the hospital. Tolu held my hands and she said so many reassuring words to me. I wasn’t listening. I was looking at the fear in her eyes…the love we both shared. Even in my pains inside me there was now peace. A flutter of joy flashed through my heart. I was dying but I was alive inside of me. Then I closed my eyes.
When I opened my eyes, it was Tolu’s beautiful smile that greeted me first. I tried to move my limbs and the hurt so badly. She held me as if she is my mother.
‘How long have I been here?’ I asked. ‘Two days my love, she said softly. ‘your mum was here, she has gone to see the doctor. I am glad you are now awake’.
She came and sat on the edge of the bed. She held my hand in hers,
 ’Uju, I’m so sorry for everything. I know I put you through all these but believe me it hadn’t been easy with me either. I failed a test because I was unable to concentrate any more on my studies these past few weeks’. She looked away and said, ‘I caught her with another girl so we broke up and since then I decided to quit and I did not because of her anyway, but because I was losing you and I missed you so badly, the only true friend I got. I shouldn’t have let you go through all these’. She looked straight into my eyes pleadingly she said, ‘baby please forgive me. I promise I wont hurt you anymore. Please let’s be friends again. I…’ ‘shhhhhhhh!!!!’ I whispered. All these while I watched her talk I never said a word. For some seconds our eyes were locked into each others’, filled with so much love and affection. ‘Please where can I wee?’ I asked her. Then I smiled and she did the same, it was as if we just met. She stood up, ‘Lemme take you there’. She offered. She helped me up from the bed and supported my waist with her right arm as we walked slowly into the ladies…