Understanding the Power in Your Writing, by John Chizoba Vincent
UNDERSTANDING THE POWER IN YOUR WRITING
It is only passion, dream, aspiration and wit that makes life worth living. Even if you find your passion late in life, don’t let it go, pursue it with all your being. I have looked for many excuses to live in a world others made for me but, writing said no yesterday. It said no today and will still be saying no to that world until cinematography and writing cinematically create a balance in my craving life. The best person you could be is that person within you. Discover this person that has unique talent; this person that can dream and make a common dream uncommon reality, that one person that won’t give up on you no matter how hard the journey seems. Discover this one person and never let go of him. Dare not become a common writer that nobody will employ. Be an influential writer, that force that people won’t but only reckon with. That force that takes you beyond the lights of the day. Just remember that success has many fathers and failure is an orphan.
The first two stories I ever wrote was in 2003 before the death of my father. I wrote those stories with the hope of publishing them. It was the passion imbibled in the power of writing that pushed me out from my house to the street of Aba to seek for publishers. I was very little then. I knew not what I was doing but I kept the fire in me burning. I never told my mother about what I have in mind because she won’t understand. I told nobody in the house. I packaged the typed manuscripts into an envelope and matched down the street with some numbers I copied from some books. The first day was frustrating because none of them gave me audience. The second day was worse than the first day. On these days, I met one of my neighbours. I greeted him and when he asked me what I was looking for, I explained to him. I never knew he went home to tell my mother about my adventurous hunt in the city of Aba. I never knew how he told her but mother was angry when I came back home that day. She scolded me about going out alone as a small boy. Aba then was den of kidnappers and ritualists and thieves.
Mother was afraid that bad things might happen to me. So the third day that I went out to seek for publishers with some numbers I got from yet another new books. When I got to the place at St Michaels Road, the then manager told me that I have to go to Lagos because they don’t collect manuscripts in Aba branch but in Lagos. I was devastated. I could not think of going to Lagos at that time because I was still in primary school and my mother won’t allow that to happen. I was like a treasured egg to her then. As I came back home that afternoon, her anger was heavy on me. The only thing she thought that could take my eyes out from roaming the street of ABA was to burn the manuscripts and she burnt it. Till date, I didn’t blame her for that because she was afraid as a mother, she wanted to protect me as a son. I would never blame her for that incident.
The story of the burnt manuscripts came with fusion of indescribable feeling of tears, sorrow, misery, frustration, pains, willful determination, survival, heaviness, triumph and joy at the same time. Looking at what I have spent days and night writing and the money I spent typing turned into ashes I swallowed hard. Dreams do fade but, not my kind of dream. My passion for writing is resilient because nothing seems real in life any more . It all lies. You have to live that lie to get everyone applaud you. Nobody cares about what you really want in life. Even if they do, they want you to live according to their own definition, principles and ideology of what life should be and what it shouldn’t, not what you really want as a person that is why I won’t blame mother.
Know what works for you. Don’t follow crowd. These powers bound in writing is mysterious in many ways which you may not understand. Sometimes, you don’t know who you are talking to through your writings. Your words heal so many souls. They travel farther than you yourself. They bring people closer to you, they give hope to the dying and to those who are weak and desperate. You see yourself traveling beyond your imagination, going to read your works to people in workshops, going to speak in conferences, having people stand up for your sake. And these words remain after you are gone. You don’t just writing, there are purposes to which you writes. You don’t just think, there are reasons why you think. Take your writing serious, it is either changing something out there or creating something out there. Understand these powers in your writing that you are not just writing but healing, impacting, creating, repairing, amending and rebuking somethings out there which you don’t know.
And this writing connects you to dignitaries. And these dignitaries spend much of their times studying you. They consumed most of their times getting to know who you are. the more people read you, the more they communicate with you mentally, physically and spiritually, and are impacted in one way or the other. it doesn’t matter how far you are to them, once you bail out your words to them and help them discover who they are your mission is accomplished. one of those books that influenced me greatly in life is a book from Buchi Emecheta “Joy Of Motherhood”. This book has a great effect in me as a boy. I never met Buchi until her death but I read her and she greatly left a spot in my life. This is what book can do to you as a human. Others were: “The native Son, Purple Hibiscus, Things Fall Apart and many others I can not remember their title. They affected my life positively and I live by some of the principles imbibed in them.
There are powers in what we write everyday, there are many powers in what we put out out there every day. You may not see it but it is visible to your readers and your followers.
Jaachi Anyatonwu is a poet, editor, and publisher living in the suburbs of Aba. He is the author of numerous poetry chapbooks and collections, and the Editor-In-Chief of Poemify Publishers Inc. Jaachi is passionate about discovering new voices and mentoring emerging poets. He is also a fierce advocate for the boy child and sexually molested.
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