My name is Chidi Arua.
I’m a black boy. I lead a black life in the best possible way that I can. I lead it in a way that is capable of triggering your envy – if you’re not black. By ‘black,’ I mean people with black skin(I’m not a racist).
You’d most likely spot me on black outfits – caps, sunglasses, shirts, wrist watches and whatever people wear. At school, I write with black ink.
I am a writer. By ‘writer,’ I intend to just write and not put myself under the pressure of writing a ‘classic book.’ Somehow, I find it difficult to even read ‘classic’ books. I once had a concussion from trying to read Soyinka’s ‘Trials of Brother Jero.’ I’m not a ‘classic’ writer. Let me just make it easy for those(haters) who are never impressed by my writing. Biko, I’m aware that I write badly and I’m not too proud to acknowledge it.
I’m afraid of blood.
Please, my stuff are not worth stealing. DON’T STEAL THEM. Honestly, I hope you don’t heed this warning. I’m broke, and I’m looking for money. My lawyer friend is in short supply of cases and he’s ever ready for litigation.
—- Chidi Arua