My official first post on here! (*inserts loud applauseš). Sooo, little bit of introā¦
I'm Zee. I identify as an expressive writer fully immersed in varying forms of writing, both fiction and non fiction, what can I say? I'm not the best at oral communication.š« I'm a student of the department of mass communication, University of Ilorin, and hence I have to chip in a little brag of being a news/feature editor, layout designer and reporter (yes, yes, I do too muchš you should be grateful I didn't dedicate another paragraph to an Ode to my video editing skills). That's all you need to know about meā¦for nowā¦*laughs mysteriously as I tiptoe into the shadows.
Anywayyy, I wanted to kickstart my new start in a new space with the first episode of a series I tag: Throwback Tuesdays. This series basically gives you all a peek into my past writings. I'm talking news, poems, article and even stories (short or long, depending on how much of a talkative I can beš).
So, for today's episode, I'm tuning my memory back to my 100 level days, so picture this: You're having your first offical class as a 100 level mass communicatio student with about a 120 more students, and your lecturer, rounding off the class decides to give you an assignment that immediately does two things to you; One, makes you question your decision to study the course and probably your entire life choices at this point and Two; puts you in the same boat your coursemates so effortlessly found themselves in too- confusion. What's the question abi?
In not less than 10 paragraphs, craft a story on āa day in the life of a ceiling fanā
(Again, not a literature or literary arts student o, I just say make I remind you say na MASSCOMM!)
Alright, so, here's what I came up with (feast your eyesšāāļø):
A DAY IN THE LIFE OF A CEILING FAN
Having some alone time to loosen up isnāt very common for me. So relatively, I relish every single second within my three-winged grasp. However, it was surprisingly taking quite long to begin my work today. In my blatantly dark metallic mind, I think: āAll is silent, all is stagnant. Has time froze?ā And at that very moment, I felt a sudden wave of electric adrenaline surge through my sockets as I began to spin. Oh well, another 24-hour long cycle as commencedā¦
Hearing the sound of the closing door from my wind-filled ears reaffirms the start of the day for me, as the mortal beings to whom I was assigned, left. At this point, the power supply was interrupted. Consequently, I was left slowly rolling back to motionlessness. Moreover, my supposed partner in misery, the Switch, began its daily routine of quite unnecessary complaining. Going on and on about how it is twitched and tugged at repeatedly. I couldnāt help but wonder how ironic this was. Spinning continuously for almost the whole day, and you are just there literally glued to the wall! Seconds later, Zap!
Feeling excruciating pain within my wired physique, I thought it was as a result of my angered iron heart, oh but it wasnāt. I was rolling at an extreme speed rate! It felt as though my widely spaced arms were falling off. The voltage was unbearable. With the insane amount of heat on my almost wrecked body, one would think a fire had started. Still, I guess I should be used to this by now.
Besides, the voltage shock slipped me into a trance, and hence, a brief trip down memory laneā¦
I remember once being nothing but detached pieces of cast iron and disks, heading towards a destination unknown. Before I knew it, I was gazing down on a swarm of heads and faces. Being given attention and care was an amazing feeling. āThis is what I will always getā. How wrong my assumption was!
Days, weeks, months went by. I became a part of the ceiling, hardly ever noticed, until I was needed or pose a potential threat. An evident example being that I was left turning continuously without those careless beings having even the slightest fear of my veined circuits burning due to a sudden high power voltage. Anyway, replacements are always available. Nobody cares. Even when they do, it doesnāt last. Those award-winning selfish creatures.
Well, speak of the devils, the inhabitants of this nightmare of a room, were back. And of course, as expected, the switch was the first target. Understandably, its been a long hot day, a cool room is relatively necessitated. Notwithstanding, if they could just notice my burn marksā¦
Shortly after I started circulating their precious air, it dawned on me that my service was considered ineffective. Why? Apparently, my profound rattling sound is irritating. And whose fault is that? Definitely not mine.
Moving on, the real subject of enquiry should be: When last was I cleaned let alone adjusted or rewired? I canāt even remember when I last felt the sharpness of my blades, as they are now deeply coated with dust like a carās windscreen is coated in snow during winter. How I wish they could show even a little bit of genuine worry and not just give me looks of disgust and innumerable complaints. I was once perfect, wasnāt I?
Finally, Night time comes, along with itās signature harmattan breeze. This long draining day brings a quote to my reminiscence. Liberty consists in doing what one desires [John Stuart Mill]. And you know what? That bald English man might be right after all. Additionally, it felt great being bequeathed with an animate mind for the day, a rear chance if I must say. But Alas! Another day comes, the cycle continuesā¦
Andddd Scene! I try abi? I know.š¤
Let me know what you think in the comments though, would really love to hear it. Running out of ink of ink guys, until next week, same time, same space, same girl- signing out!
