About Me — Chioma

I can’t help but think about my great grandchildren that will read this and get to know who I truly was. I wish I could read about my ancestors, their journeys, surviving the Nigerian civil war or even surviving the slave trade.

This is the reason I publish my writing — I don’t want my stories to die with me.

Interestingly, talking about myself is one of the hardest things because sometimes I feel like I don’t know who I am. One of the times that made me aware of how little I know about myself was during a trip to Spain. Late February 2020, my husband and I were visiting a friend in Madrid before the pandemic started. We were among the last set of people to travel before the borders and airports shut down as the world stood still.

Our host in Spain asked, “What gets you excited?” after I declined a glass of vodka. “What do you do to relax and have fun?” he asked.

First I judged it was shallow thinking that excitement and fun had to do with alcohol, but I was temporarily mute, then opened and closed my mouth with “errm” “errm” and I could not articulate what tickles my fancy or what makes me feel good. Not that I don’t have a thing or 2 that gets me in that mood, but why did it require thinking?

Writing this gives me permission to search my soul further and pen it down. It is fun to have about 3–5 min read time…