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Change Your style, another style, No don't be like that


The best conversation I had last week was with a very close friend, who thought I was too erotic in my writing.

She is a learned and distinguished member of the Nigerian Bar Association, and so I respect her opinions because they are always laced with wisdom and knowledge, but I am a writer, I don't follow rules nor go by the book...hell, I wrote the book.

I always wanted to use that cliché.

So I asked her, "do you think it's bad to be too erotic?"...lol..too erotic sounded funny to me.

She replied, "well, it's not that it's bad but what if you have giants of industries and influential people in your LinkedIn accounts and other platforms you showcase your works, reading and checking in on you, how would they perceive you?"

Well, it was a good point she made, no doubt. I respected it.

But then I thought to myself, for years I've been on LinkedIn, these giants of industries and prominent business owners didn't give a fuck about me, I doubt they would care much about a little dick there and a little vagina here if it leads to the greater good...self awareness!

So I asked her, "When I wrote about women who suffered and were constantly abused by monsters masquerading as husbands, do you think I was too aggressive in my pursuit of female empowerment and freedom?"

She said, "...Of course not, that's a topic that demands attention and awareness every time."

So I continued with my line of questioning, "when I wrote several scripts about the failures of traditional education and the dwindling role of classroom learning in equipping our children for tomorrow's SciFi world, did you think I was too serious with education?"

"Don't be silly, she said, when is education ever a bad thing?" She asked.

"Go back and read those articles I wrote and you will discover not just when, but how."

Finally I asked again, when I was posting my poetry in their numbers, did you think I was too poetic?"

"Your point is what exactly?" she asked

I laughed.... My point is, I write how I feel, I express me in my writings, and to me, no subject is too holy to approach and chew, neither is any subject too sinful to devour and swallow for me.

A writer has no boundaries, he/she sees no borders.

I write like a sailor pissing into the ocean in the cover of night, with his bottle of rum under his arm, he could careless about the fishes screaming obscenities as his piss scatters like compliments in the river...he is unperturbed about the captains reaction if he is caught pissing away into the dark waters, he is more interested in releasing and relieving himself.

My writing is my piss, like the sailor's, it doesn't always smell nice but it will surely hit it's mark.

Like drops of rain, It'll scatter like compliments, some will like it others won't.

Like piss, I am not relieved until I am empty and free.

I don't write to please minds or massage egos, I write to release minds and attack egos.

Fuck the giants of industries, fuck the CEO's and business moguls who would hate me because I wrote about what they do every night, some times even in the day too, so they would judge me not for my style and character with other subject, or even good looks... but condemn me for schooling them with with class and finesse.

I described how it should be done to get maximum satisfaction and orgasm...I should be rewarded. Sex is the most popular subject after religion and here I am, teaching and educating you the right way to pass this test.

If they hate me for it, it's not because my writing is bad, it's because they know their score is poor and they are too lazy to adapt to another kind of doggy and leave the missionaries the fuck alone, maybe get a scissors for a change... If you know you know.

Change your style, another style....No, don't be like that

Kingdavid Chinaeke Ofunne
Authorpreneur
www.ofunneceo.blogspot.com

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