I immediately knew that if I ever wanted to get back home to Maximegalon I would have to go there and check whether the military might be hiding some important ship parts that I could use to build a spaceship myself or whether the military station was a dorm for stranded aliens such as me.

Inside the mind of a short-story teller. Until my totem falls over. And then the coin flipped. Until my totem falls over. Until my totem falls over. Lol, maybe I do. I am proudly African, proudly Nigerian, proudly Nkanu and until my totem falls over, Nkanu I remain. Let me tell you how my day went.

All, and everywhere, and also nowhere and nothing. It had been so lo.

My latest revelation has been huge enough to kick my sorry little writers blocked arse into logging back into my wordpress. I suddenly became overwhelmed with anxiety as the pictures of me dancing flooded my mind with questions and observations all connected to. As I find it very difficult to put my thoughts into words I shall try and remember my train of thought. But one thing at a time eh? .