June 12, 2013 -@remiolutimayin
June 12, 2013 -@remiolutimayin
This picture is my favorite. It’s my daughter holding my finger. One day, it will be my leg. And before I know it, it will be my throat with the sweet words,”But daddy, noooooooow…”
I’m a workaholic. Got up at 0:08am and my thoughts went straight to the first set of choices for the day. Green, black, or herbal tea. I chuck a bag of each into the teapot. I think of my daughter who’s staying with her mother and this stirs me to work.
Work hours for me are from 12–6am, 10am-4pm, then 8–10pm, relax for an hour and sleep till midnight. Workaholics Anonymous understand I’m too busy for the meetings.
I wake up at 9am. Tired. Then the music blares from the street. A wedding reception is being prepared. On closer inspection, it is a traditional wedding. She’s pregnant. Just kidding — I don’t know them. What I do know is that the ‘party’ stands between me and the mallam who is my customer.
I’m a writer. When I’m working from home, everything I wear looks slept in. It’s actually un-ironed, but my rough beard and my shades make them look slept in. So I boldly walk through the entire shindig looking like a terrorist slumming out, all the while fighting the urge to burst out laughing.
The call comes in. I ‘have’ to go out today. I have 12 years experience in writing for ads, documentaries, cartoons…but when you’re a newbie, you’re a newbie. Any opportunity is a chance to make my little girl’s future more ‘able’ than mine.
I remember the studio session I’ve set-up for an animator. I’ve got a good friend with a great voice to work with me on it. She’s eager, but easily discouraged when she doesn’t get it right the first time round. I’m a voice director, so it is my job to make sure she gets it.
I still haven’t eaten in almost 21 hours; my daughter’s face drives me on. She looks at me with eyes like an old woman. Not my imagination.
The hand round my finger? It’s a promise she knows I will keep. I’m still very hungry, sha.
Chei.