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Why I Write

1/2/2021

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 by Chisom C. Iboko
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“Keep quiet child; this doesn’t concern you.”
 
I know a lot for a 5-year-old. I’m invisible. I see what others don’t see. I don’t know when it began. Was it when mother blamed Sarah for stealing the milk I saw Nwaka take? Or was it later when a stolen pencil found its way into my school bag? The teacher flogged me in front of the class while the pupils chanted ‘Thief! Thief!’ She never let me defend myself. And for the first time, as I walked back home from school, I waited for the big lorry that usually journeyed through the road that leads home. I remember the lorry once killed a woman, and the incident was on everyone’s lips for weeks. It shook everyone. That day, I was going to fling myself in front of that lorry so I would be crushed. I didn’t want to go back to school the next day and be called a thief. I wanted my death to be dramatic. I wanted the teacher to feel guilty for mistreating me. I wanted my classmates to miss me. Except for the lorry never showed up that day. It was either then or earlier that I found solace in writing. 

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They say the pen is mightier than the sword; to me, they are the same. While some find fulfilment in using the sword to get justice, I find satisfaction in ink. I write because it’s the only way I can utter profanities against people like my teacher; to defend myself against the boy who lied that he had slept with me and everyone called me a slut, I hadn’t even had my first kiss yet. I write to punish my oppressors - I wasn’t blessed with physical strength - the pen became both weapon and shield. With my pen, I reward everyone according to their deeds. I write because if I try to speak in defense, I break down. 
 
For a girl who grew up hearing so many “Quiet woman! Your voice is not needed.” The pen really is the only escape. I write because I want to be heard. I refuse to inherit my mother’s silence. And all those other women who answered ‘Oriaku’ but suffered in silence to please society. Do they not see the shadows under her eye? Or the sorrow behind the laughter? I write because of injustice. I write for all those women who are too ashamed or scared to speak for themselves. I write because I need to remind myself what not to become.
 
I write to save myself from me. You see, I am my greatest enemy. Even though nothing is wrong, I can’t seem to be happy. Happiness is an illusion. Where did I inherit this rage from? Why the emptiness? Sometimes I think that maybe, in another life, a time past, I was something. But I can’t find the fire that kept me going in that past life, so I write. The fire seems to come from somewhere within and only burns through ink. 
 
I write because if I don’t, I will run mad. The images in my head, my wild imaginations, darkest thoughts, and the violence, they will engulf me if I don’t release them. 
 
Did you know, I saw the lorry that didn’t show up years ago when I was in primary 1? I saw it today, and even though I didn’t have any underlying issues, I still wanted to run into it. But I see the faces of my family, I know losing any of them will dim the little fire inside of me so I can imagine what my death will do to them. So, I stood by the edge, close enough to jump in and far enough to pull away. Do you see the marks on my skin? You wouldn’t; I heal fast. I write because if I don’t, somehow, the knife never seems far away—a little cut here, a little there, never enough to finish me. Just a pinch to cause pains, which give me relief. 
 
I write because it makes people uncomfortable. For all the things they did and saw but refused to speak against. I love pricking their conscience. Even though they say words don’t move them, I know they lie. I see their faces when they think no one is watching, and it makes me happy. They say misery loves company, so I write to share this misery. ​
7 Comments
Victor O.M
2/2/2021 09:42:09 am

Funny how I can relate to Chisom’s piece because I’m writer too, but that’s not just why, but because you never really realize how much attention you paid as a child to these things until the random days you decide to look back. I’m 16, and my father’s friend still stares at me in awe whenever we discuss. She’s in awe of the rage; the way I’m always reminding her of what is just and unjust. She’d ask my father if I am not really my age. There’s something about being a writer that makes you aware; keeps you abreast; leaves you angry and always voicing the truth; something that Nigeria expects you to have when you’re plus 30.

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Chinenye
3/2/2021 08:58:27 am

How is it that I find this story so relatable??? This story speaks solitude to me. This is such a beautiful piece and I want a hardcopy of it. It is just brilliant how writers write stories that makes you wonder if your whole life has been a reality tv show. How else do you explain this? How do they do it??

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Mosope
5/2/2021 06:37:44 pm

I believe it was Octavia Butler who said: I began writing about power because I had so little. The first time I heard that quote it stayed with me and it perfectly captures the spirit of this write up. For many people writing is a way to reclaim our voices our agency, it is also a way we make people see what they rather hide.

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Gloria
6/2/2021 09:37:25 pm

This is beautiful to read, I could literally feel your emotions while reading this piece. Never stop writing

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Odafin
13/2/2021 12:11:25 pm

Many times, writing is a form of escapism for many people. Other times (or at the same time) a writer is a whole new definition of a beast of burden.

This work is about that burden, about the miracle of finding a voice after years of agonizing muteness.

It is beautiful how Chisom moves from actively wanting to be run over by a lorry to watching this same lorry move by years later (even if still craving oblivion). It is a clear-cut representation - though figurative - of the duality of state a writer exists in, as both participant and spectator in the perplexities of life.

The style of writing, which is mostly enquiring and rhetorical is laudable. Chisom invites a reader into a kind of chaos through open-ended questions that subliminally upend his submission; “Happiness is an illusion.” I understand you, Chisom. I do.

However, where we are left aloof is in how this voice was in fact found. Except it is something the writer does not know (which would have been okay to say) or does not wish to speak of, for a heart-to-heart piece of this nature, that could been the seed through which this narration planted itself wholly in the heart of readers.

Nevertheless, every writer who is in touch with themselves or strives to be will find in this piece a standing mirror and thereby comfort in their discomfort.

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Promise Odimbu
26/2/2021 11:29:09 am

Everyone truly have Their reasons for writing. The most important I think is to be heard.

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Felix
27/2/2021 11:19:36 am

This is no doubt a beautiful account of the author's writing muses. Besides the piece being beautiful - a testament to the author's scribbling prowess - the reasons the author picks up her pen are equally commendable.

I think the author did justice to why she writes with this piece.

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