Thursday, June 22, 2006

The simple Complex

It is true I could write.
But believe me, I could only write nonsense.
Without paying any significant attention to grammer rules, proof reading, or editing, I could just conclude that it's o.k.

This attitude in me was changed after a semester of having been baptized with series of writing tactics by my writing instructor, Dr Chery Pavlick who many a time would say, "Omorx, try to write simply..... Bring out the points and develop them."

And after a year, I think I have been polished in writing though doubt if I write simply any way. Actually, I do on delibrate but many a time, prefer to be complex with worlds. This does not mean however that I am a complex being. I could be very complex, but inwardly, I'm very simple or most accurately one can say I'm simple in complexity. I think this explains me the best.

Well, let me not forget to say thank you to my second semester writing instructor, Dr Amy Greene. She really gave some VERY complex reading assignment and in fact, I really shed tears of blood, I remember; some 25 pages of reading assignment in two weeks. Little did I know that the worst was yet to come and that was literature during the second semester of my sophomore year, with an average of 25 pages to read every week and a quiz on every week as well. It's all a challenge and I challenge myself to it saying I'm up to it and for it.

Wednesday, June 21, 2006

A Moment of Reflection


At times one gets home sick while at school. I thought it was only going to be during my first semester but at the end of the second semester, I was home sick again. Eager to see my school daughter, Cynthia Ewemade, but I would not because I was not going home during the summer holiday. I wrote this poem one night when I woke up thinking of her.

Dear one,
Oh my dear one.

Where are thou?
How are thou?
It is six months now
I have not seen you
Yet your blood flows in my vein

Your beautiful blood that irrigates the field
That blood that flows incessantly
Flowing up and down my system
As each day goes bye

It seemed just like yesterday
When I was leaving
When tears ran down your cheek
As if I was leaving forever

But I did assured you
That I was going to come back soom
For that I could not resist not coming here
Because it was a dream come through
A desired change for the better

And after a month
It seemed I would not keet to my promise
As you never saw me
I know you were worried
Just as I am over here
I feel your pain
and hear your cry
As my heart bleed tears daily

If only I can just see your face right now
Wearing that your usual smile on it
I would have feel a bit relieved
But it would be till another six months time

My dear one
Oh, My dear one

Sunday, June 18, 2006

A "Some How" Day of My Freshman Year!

My freshman year was really a year of delima for me; not knowing whether I would be return to my former school (University of Benin) or would continue. I was always lonely - I'm not quick at making friends especially while so depressed and confused. I can recall an experience when Sheriff, a course mate called me through Waheda's phone while we were on maths study group class and I was thinking of answering it or not.

I really behaved funny on that day. Actually, I had made up my mind not to call my parents and uncle and even switched off my phone completely. I did this because I was tired of being persuaded to return to my former school. At this particular moment, I was thinking who it could be that was calling. I was not willing to pick any call for the fear it might be from my parents or uncle but some of those class mates of mine would not understand and claim I was somehow. Ha-ha-ha, I was some how really, but for a reason!