Attention: All Contributors and Readers of TheNakedConvos.com
AN ODE TO TNC
I have always been an awkward child. I remember growing up as a first child and first grandchild. It has always been a silent requirement that I should be tough as nails and not embarrass the family, “be the shining example” and the positive antecedent to my younger sister and all my little cousins. However, tough they wanted me to be, sensitive I was. I hid this well though…. so well that I ended up being the moody broody child. Then I found the subject “Composition” in primary school, and everyone suddenly heard me and wanted me to speak ever so often through my colored and HB pencils. My best friend at the time was my granduncle, he is a professor of linguistics, and he encouraged me writing and made me feel every inch of an author. I still look back fondly at the holidays at Bodija, showing grandpa my latest short stories and how he will exclaim at how dark and funny my imagination was and of course how he corrected my tenses and spellings…
Puberty came and all my stories were all over the place. Half written stories of love and romance, pages of Agbara-Nla like horror stories, and even the old and trusted children stories and I never quite got to the place where I was comfortable to finish my stories or be heard by anybody else any longer. I was discovering the stories that existed outside my exercise books and novels. Muyiwa called me beautiful and I was hell bent and finishing that story and later it was Tomi who called me exquisite and I didn’t quite finish that story and it went on and on till I forgot my pencils, Bodija and Grandpa.
2011 came along and I discovered the Toolsman Blog, I realized that I felt right at home. The writers back then were bold, unapologetic, and I heard them. They seemed to understand my battles from weight loss, sexual liberation to love, faith, friendships and career paths. The blog was my ultimate guilty pleasure and suddenly after several years, I remembered Bodija and I sent in my first story to the first series of the Vagina Monologues on the blog now known as thenakedconvos.com and I never looked back. I always say that TNC is a family and I get sneers. What most don’t get is, most people feel alone in their daily and unique struggles and when you have an online community that mirrors these struggles and tells us “we have gone through this and this is how we got ahead” it means the world of difference….. I was welcomed the way I wrote…. I was heard without having to be a celebrated author, I was recognized as a person and when I was added as a contributor in 2015, I realized that I was right at home…
Happy Anniversary TNC.