I am pleased to welcome this lady – Joy Lo-Bamijoko – to my blog today, as RRBC’s “SPOTLIGHT” AUTHOR!! She is so deserving of this hot seat. She supports our Members, reads/reviews their books and is all around an awesome person!!
Please help me shower her with support today and the entire week, as she enjoys the RRBC SPOTLIGHT!!
THIS IS ALL ABOUT BOOKS
Legend of the Walking Dead: Igbo Mythologies
Nigerian Death Legends
Come Alive in ‘the Walking Dead’
(Excerpt from the book)
Somewhere Out There
Someone shouted. Gloria jumped out of the bed and dove beneath it, thinking that the people in the house had seen her. But the noise came from outside. She crept from her hiding place and looked through the window. A strange mix of surprise, joy and fear filled her being.
Her son, Osondu, walked backwards in the street, surrounded by a large crowd of boys and girls his age. Osondu was just fifteen years old, a second year student at the Okongwu grammar school. She last saw him in his knickers, with a bare torso, bare feet and a fishing line when he left to fish with his friends. In this new place, he looked just the same, only now his knickers stuck to his skin. An old man carrying a long, carved, ebony walking-stick topped with an ivory bird’s head walked in front of him, forcing him to walk backward. Every time Osondu tried to turn his back to the old man, the kids surrounding him shouted and groped for him.
Gloria watched in shocked silence, then decided to gamble her life for her son. She stepped outside and, knowing that no one would see her, pushed through the crowd. She suspected that if she walked backward among these people, as her son did, they would see her, so she moved forward in her normal way until she walked in front of her son. By making Osondu walk backward, he seemed like a reflection in a mirror, and these people saw him. Otherwise, they did not see him.
Osondu smiled, apparently happy that his mother had come to his rescue, but Gloria saw fear in his eyes. “Does this mean they can’t see you, Mom?”
She grabbed his hand. “We must leave here, now.” She dragged him away from the old man, spun him around and pushed him forward, hoping her son’s image would disappear from their sight, and it did.
The old man and the boys stopped walking and looked around with puzzled faces. They reached out and searched with their hands, trying to find him.
Gloria pulled her son through the crowd. He turned back for a moment to look at the old man, and someone shouted, “Ereht.”
The crowd surged towards them.
“Turn around,” Gloria hissed in a low voice, though the people couldn’t hear her. “You have to walk forward.”
Osondu turned, and she hurried him away. “But the old man and his charm …”
“Never mind the old man; never mind his charms, just follow my lead and walk normally. Okay?” She kept moving forward, but risked a quick glance back. The crowd had slowed, but still moved in their direction. “Run,” she whispered.
He raced after his mother. She led him into their old house and into Gloria’s old room.
“We can’t stay here, Mom; if my younger self sees me, he’ll freak out,” he said, his eyes glassy and wide.
His mother looked sharply at him, but took his hand and ran into what used to be her parents’ room. Gloria feared that if she let go, Osondu would be visible to anyone in the house. They hid in a closet and hugged tightly.
“How did you get here?” Osondu asked.
“I don’t know, Son, I was at Ezu’s bank with the women of The Gathering, invoking God on your behalf. I walked into the water to look for you, and the next thing I knew, I was here. At first, I thought I was dreaming, but this is not a dream, is it?” She hugged him tighter.
“No, Mom, you’re not dreaming. I walked into the water to get my ball and wham! Here I am. How do we get out of here?” He hunched down and hit the ground with both fists the way he did when he knew he’d messed things up for everyone.
“I don’t know; let me think. … It’s getting dark, so let’s find somewhere to sleep and explore the town in the morning.”
They spent a restless night beneath her parents’ bed and snuck out of the house as soon as the day grew light. “Just remember, Son, they don’t see us, so long as you keep facing forward,” Gloria reminded him.
They walked down roads with similar names as the ones they knew and passed people who spoke the same strange language as her ‘other’ family. Gloria stopped by a group and listened.
“What is it?” Osondu asked.
Gloria smiled as realization dawned. “They’re speaking backward. My friends and I used to play mirror language games at school.”
Joy Nosu Lo-Bamijoko
Joy Nwosu was born in Enugu, Anambra State of south-eastern Nigeria. Her parents were Charles Belonwu and Deborah Nwosu. She is the fifth in rank of the seven children of her parents. Joy was born into a music family.
Joy, now retired, was a music teacher, trained in Santa Cecilia, Rome, and obtained her Ph.D. in Music Education from the University of Michigan, USA.
She has written and published extensively on national and international scholarly journals, magazines, and newspapers.
Her short story I Come from Utopia was published in African Voices, Spring/Summer, 2007, pg. 18, and her first English novel; Mirror of Our Lives: Voices of Four Igbo Women was published in 2011, and was shortlisted for the Commonwealth Book Contest in 2012. She has also two books published in the Italian language.
Joy is a trained musician, and taught music for 35 years. She writes, performs, and record folk songs.
Her new book: The Legend of the Walking Dead: Igbo Mythologies, which has just been released, is a journey into the mysteries of life and death of the Igbos of Nigeria. She loves reading romances and mystery stories.
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