Of Left, Right And Wrong


Left Or Right

As a child, growing up was awesome experience. I was the second child and first daughter of a family of seven children, two boys and five girls. We girls in the middle the first and last born being boys.

Let me write about one unique memory which is still part of me. I am, rather I was a left handed child, I say so because I use my right hand now. To best describe it I am now ambidextrous. No; that doesn’t describe me well neither . Let me describe it further; there are things I do only with my left and there are things l can do with my right only and there are things I use both comfortably. I write with my right hand for I was forced to learn to write with my right and I wash with my left hand, for sweeping I can use both hands .

Being the first female child in the family meant I was my mum’s first student in “home affairs”. She taught me the ways of being a woman, especially when it came to domestic chores.

In the African setting where I come from, the left hand has some taboo functions. You can’t use your left hand to give or take anything from anyone, not even someone you are senior to and worse if it’s an elder. My mum did her best to correct me to the point I got confused. She would say “with that your left hand” using my local dialect and in defence, I tell her “…. it’s my right hand mum“.

Okay this is what I did after failing to identify which was my right hand. If l wanted to do anything, I first watched whoever is around me and I see what hand that person is using. I would then, in my mind’s eye, while still sitting where I was, move myself and turn to the position the person was and try to pick out which is my right hand. That was my means of escape and it really did help me. I failed several times, because if I was seated facing the person and tried to use the hand I saw the person using it would be the opposite hand. Getting directions to go anywhere was a tough one for me but I learnt to use makers.

I was always last to finish any task it was really awkward for me, at a point I became an introvert and then I discovered books. There no one judged me or corrected me, I could flow however I wanted without pressure. It was my place of escape and joy.
I believe my mum somehow gave up, but because the job had to be done, she only made her usual comment and she let me be.”Ka maskar ragai ni“, meaning that left hand. Funny people do at times complain even when it is my right.

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*Rachel is a Church girl, a wife and a mother of three. A graduate of Mass-Communication. She calls herself a washer woman as she is into laundry and dry-cleaning business. A Nigerian from the Northeast state of Borno but lives in Abuja. She loves her mum. She loves reading and would love to write more if her muse would keep musing her.

She loves to be addressed with her pen name Raquel.

Of A This & That Book Tag


I was tagged in the This and That book tag by Mable. I am quite honoured more than little flattered and your secret is somewhat safe with me. Thank you for the nomination and the other thing, I do not know; do I pretend I did not see that? or, as That Writer Chic would say it’s complicated. Again many thanks Mable ^_^

Alrighty then lets get to it;

Wherever it’s comfortable and I can read in peace. But on lazy days of binge reading, for a change of scene, after I fall asleep reading a book in bed, in the morning I will drag my duvet to the lounge. Lounging on the couch, book in hand, a cup of tea getting cold on the coffee table and the TV watching me, as it makes background noise.

Male main character. A man of action, few words, but witty, like Bruce Willis meets Batman meets the guy from The Transporter movies and the new James Bond. No drama. Books with main female characters tend to get a little chick flicky but there are always exceptions; who kick down doors and take names and throw witty retorts while they at it… Jack Daniels from J. A. Konrath novels.

Salty snacks. Salty snacks with cheese. Spicy salty snacks with cheese. Snacks one can have with a chilled intoxicating beverage.

Hmmm one of my all-time favourite books is Hitchhikers Guide To The Galaxy. A trilogy in four parts. Riddle me that. 3 seems like a nice solid number of books to have but 3 or 4 small difference if the story is good enough to carry through why not? I am currently hooked to a series with ten parts and I am half-way through book 8, started Book 1 a year ago….

I read when I can. At night there are less disturbances the “normal” people are sleeping, and in the morning when I wake up, I can continue from where I left off first thing before the world intrudes and demands I get out of bed.

I love first person point of view, makes you feel like these thoughts are your thoughts that you are part of the story. But some stories call for a more dissociative observation from the reader, you are just a passenger in the story watching where it leads.

What are bookstores? Are those shops that sell books? Bookshops? Well, where I am from Bookshops are more of glorified Stationery shops and most books they stock are educational text books, and a few novels that are recommended for literature students. Why one would want to spend time in there beats me besides there is nowhere to sit too. If looking for novels you have better luck checking out roadside vendors, one can find surprisingly good gems, even bestsellers.
That leaves a library. But the libraries  we got left are more for educational needs than just reading for pleasure so it’s no fun reading in there unless you have a due assignment or exam. I would rather take my book and sit on a park bench.

Why read a book that makes you cry, that’s just torture, I read to escape I read for fun, I read to laugh.
So I would not willing pick up and read a book that plays with my feels and gives me chest pains, I am all for comedy.
Even the stories I write always have a spark or a blazing conflagration of humour because why cry when you can laugh.

My Blog Nominees for the Book Tag are

Some String Of Words  Because haven’t heard from you in forever and this is a warm friendly nudge.

Diary of a headless chicken I recently stumbled on this blog and I have thing for chickens, so headless ones are a curious oddity I that I can’t deny.

From Tokyo To The World  sometimes lives under a rock, a very interesting one but comes out to now and and then and because I cant wait to read the answers he comes up with.

Drops Of Sunshine because we all could do with a drop of golden sun, winter is coming.

Cathleen cause just read something that was plot changing.

Pineapple Unscripted because pineapples are great except on a pizza

Samira Isimbi   a new blog just started; show some love, here is to reading more of you ^_^

Makaitah Rogue because she said she was back from a sabbatical but hasn’t posted anything in forever, ok it’s only been a few weeks, but hey.

Afuaawo one word; poetry ^_^

hazvinei cause always has interesting views on stuff

The Bantu Voice  because something something, Chicken. but do you read?

Now if you should choose to take part in this challenge the terms and conditions are simple
The rules are;
1. Thank and link the person who tagged you.
2. Answer the questions asked.
3. Tag other 10 bloggers to do same.