I am my character!



I can't think of one thing I enjoy more than reading, and by reading, I mean African literature. It is soothing as it resonates deeply with me. Sometimes it is an escape from my own reality, where I get to judge characters however I see fit.

In the words of Kingatha, "To Favour, reading is a sport."

Today, as I escaped the walls of my office space and jumped right into that of my novel characters, the world around me went quiet.

A few minutes into my read, I was engrossed in a character’s action. The said character was blind to reality, she was not thinking things through, and it would cost her too much before she realized it. I was so pained I felt like giving the character a resounding slap to bring her back to reality, to make her see that, "Madam! Chairlady! You are not thinking."

However, I couldn’t. So I closed the book in defeat, doing my typical "I’m not reading this book again" routine whenever the characters act foolishly. Lol.

I became so curious about the depth of my rage that I had to question it. And then I realized, well, damn! I am my character. I am just like the unthinking character. In some ways, I have refused to see a reality that is right there in plain sight.

Dearest reader, how are you different from the very thing you criticized?

@favvy_Okwansđź–¤.

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