So I have this weekly post (mostly fiction, sometimes memoirs) I do every Sunday on Whatsapp to a couple of my contacts. Tomorrow makes a year of its inception. Below is a little note of appreciation I sent out this morning: Indulge me for a minute. Close your eyes. Imagine me behind a podium on a stately – looking stage, slaying with my chic evening dress and war paint on fleek. I am holding a portable- sized, silver – plated typewriter and a small, square piece of paper in my hands. The air is suffused with applause and background music as a voice – over announces my name and category. It’s obvious to all that I’m hyperventilating, and the looks of disbelief and happiness take turns flittering across my visage. Once I catch my breath (I’m on a clock now), I look down at the paper and open my mouth to speak… First, I’d like to thank God for the gift of penmanship. For my fascination with letters and words. The ability to string them together into coherent, readable blocks of text. For a seemingly endless spring of inspiration and a fertile imagination. The choice to indulge in what I love. Thank you, Lord, for the work of my hands. To my editors. Amid your own personal and professional commitments, Theo & Igho, you are both still able to fit in a sister’s work. Meeting your own time limits as well as mine. Your edits are one thing; your insights, suggestions, and questions are another. Thank you for your time and the pieces of you selflessly sprinkled all over my writings. And you, my reader, my very own oniovo!  The reason behind Sunday’s special rays. Tg, Adula, Eve, Refe, Franca, Ogaga, C.Eguaibor, P. Osazuwa… Uyi, Trish, Toby, Odo, Obehi, Ebuwa, Osas, Funmi, Jeje, Muimui, Rose, Ify… In a time- deprived society such as ours, you didn’t have to spend moments of your day of rest reading my work. I recognize that you had a choice but included us (my writings & I) anyway. Then went ahead to give feedback. In”more