Celebrating a writer

So I practicaly went straight to bed after a brief but interesting evening out with the misus. If you are one of those that follow her, you will agree that she can write – right? Thankfully, our evening out was a fall out of our making the guest list of a writer friend of hers.

As is with any event one attends and enjoys, I felt moved to write about it as against the relish of almost 2 hours of sleep that I could have opted for after I woke up to answer nature’s call this morning.

I remember driving to the venue of our evening out and thinking;

“What happens if you see your CEO at the venue and he asks how you got there?”.

I thought about it for a few seconds then I said to myself;

“I’d tell him – I know a gal, that knows a guy”.

and if that didn’t paint me as being one of the resourceful guys on his team, then I’d simply tell him we are guests of the male finalist (with a more serious tone).

So how did the 2016 Etisalat Prize for Literature go?

Three words – simple and nice.


I initially thought I was going to the book reading but since it was the Etisalat prize for literature award night, the small chops and cup cakes were welcomed.

Right from the mime I labelled “Juwon” which was a short video we watched on the big screen. This, for me, was a beautiful delivery of the message –

‘through literacy, the world has meaning’.


To the theatrical performances for the Bibliophily challenged members of the audience (like me) who had not read any of the books that got their authors to the grand finale. So when Tope asked if I was bored, I genuinely was not but had to answer in a polite manner – it’s a ‘writer thing’ (make e be like say I be high maintenance).

Then there was a double dose of poetry that spontaneously and perceptively journeyed you through literarily acclaimed books everyone in love with reading should experience. I cannot leave out the Nigerian host with the vivid Queen’s English accent who thoroughly enjoyed his audience that clapped with little or no prompt.

One downer for me was when the first protocol lady we met at the entance to the hall could not find our names. I felt like washing off her make up to view the ‘Basirat or Obiageli’ who felt like using our surname to search even though she had difficulty spelling it.

Strike two was when the CEO, during his speech, said that there wasn’t enough creativity from the entries in their fictional story competition. I have to say I was initially displeased until I remembered my ‘Odinaka’ and the fact that I did not submit any entry.

The final strike was the humbling performance of an eight year old pianist. His interesting rendition of a classic opened up an area of improvement as regards my ‘Daddy duty’ of widening the scope and opportunities my children are exposed to.

So in keeping up with the jonses, I’m doing what every writer does when their friend wins a big award;

“They write about it”.

Problem is, I am not a writer….

“I just know a gal who knows the guy that won the 2016 Etisalat Prize for Literature”.


Congratulations to Johwor Ile, winner of the 2016 Etisalat Prize for Literature.

NTS: Always take a selfie with the finalists so that you do not have to go phishing for a photo if you do get to write about it.

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