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Six Feet Under

Posted: December 6, 2014 in The Daily Post
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In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Gut Feeling.”

When’s the last time you followed your instinct despite not being sure it was the right thing to do? Did it end up being the right call?

We had a movie shoot that day. However, there was some kind of argument about which location to go to first. The shooting schedule was missing and we had to type a new one. What no one knew was that I had a hard copy of the schedule. For some reason I did not want us to shoot at a location which was in the main market of Jos, because I was a bit uncomfortable about going there. It was too crowded and that is where the terrorists like to place their bombs. Also, I had not told my mother that we going to shoot there. I knew she would say no, and I was really desperate to shoot that particular film.

I told them I’d type one fast. While typing, I excluded the location in the market. It was quite easy to convince the crew that the schedule was 100% correct, because the market scene was not in the script, as it was decided upon during a meeting.

We were on set when we saw the smoke at a distance. It was gradually increasing and it filled the sky. Phone calls started coming in. We heard the news. A bomb had detonated. Few seconds later, we got the second bad news of a different bomb going off.

Guess where… at the market. One hundred and fifty people died.


I and my crew members might have been six feet under by now.


In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Wronged Objects.”

If your furniture, appliances, and other inanimate objects at home had feelings and emotions, to which item would you owe the biggest apology?
(Thanks for suggestion a similar prompt, zaji!)

I renamed my Canon 550D Eric. He was sleek, fast, unique and so alive! He wasn’t just an “it”. When I hit him mistakenly, he’d refuse to shine his beautiful light. If I didn’t clean him, he’d look so dull. If I didn’t use him, he’d enter my thoughts and I’d just have to go pick him from the top shelf  made specially for him. He loved my attention and I loved his beautiful pictures. He was able to capture, captivate and inspire.

But I betrayed him. He wanted only me to use him but I rented him out. They tortured him and when I got him back, he needed to be treated surgically. I should not have given him to that man for repairs.  I just wanted my Eric back. I forgot to think about facts, such as: Do I know this man? Can I trust him with my prized possession?

Days turned into weeks and weeks into months.  It’s been exactly one year since I last saw Eric and I have no idea where he is. Instead all I am left with is the mini white box he came in, sitting on his shelf.  He was only one and a half years old and hadn’t even showed his full potential.

No one will ever treat your object like you do.


In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Not for Thee.”

What’s the best piece of advice you’ve ever received that you wouldn’t give to anyone else? Why don’t you think it would apply to others?

This is one tough question because I have received countless advices. Yes, I am that stubborn. Most of the time I don’t listen to them anymore, because those who are giving the advice are obviously giving it for selfish reasons.

One of many scenarios:

Boy: Hey Mais. You should concentrate on your studies and forget about boys. They are like Hawks and will destroy you. You are too pretty to be destroyed

I was 17 at the time.  Immediately  I hit nineteen, this same friend of mine, who just finished dating my other friend, decided to tell me how much he liked me!

Seriously!! Did I look that dumb?!

The only advice I’d ever take, is my mother’s advice and all of them are the best… AND I would give them to others because we all have the same possible traits.

Mama, if you’re reading this. Happy Birthday! Love you lots.