"Those Itches"

It's after 12 as I stepped out of the apartment building into the Friday sunshine. My destination, the cafe I frequent whenever I need their services that isn't all that far from my base, say 20 minutes walk. I was determined to put into motion the step to arrest that aspect of my writing called conjunction.

I had been with some part of it copied about three or four years earlier from one online university site I kinda have forgotten its name now. The manner they presented it there makes it look daunting to me and mountain-like to climb just looking at it.

Few days ago, I stumbled onto a site of a man I don't even recall his name anymore or even the site's moniker and seeing how he presented the same conjunction drew me in like a magnet, it's so easy. And i was like "what!, i can't let this one slip" I screenshot like mad.

I don't know what the work triggered in me and my days in prison when I was hammering at the door of knowledge in the district library and the state of mind I was in then. It's wow, 2011 I found myself somehow and felt it in my bone of bones that moment. My brain kinda learns how to partition scattered things to make it easier for it to digest. Same state it went into in coming incontact with that site and how the guy just analyzed this conjunction thing there.

You know, there's this thing about fog clearing that, i dunno, makes brain kinda a little greedy. It wants to assimilate everything at the same time as if learning is running out of trend or something. Same state I was in once again.

I wouldn't know exactly what triggered that aha moment, "don't let this one slip by, there is no other like it your brain can comprehend in existence anywhere else" realization and i doubled back to arrest that before reading on.

So i had went back to my three years ago university work to put them under easier to comprehend headings from the guy site. Today, my morning writing requirements met somehow, i decided to do something about the conjunction. I have from experience know that if you don't move with enthusiasm on anything especially ones concerning learning, ideas and fire smoldering it it comes with terms to grow cold. Not this one, I basically went to work on it fast.

Like magic, I had in the morning noticed when the sunshine started far earlier than usual to stake a claim to the day as it made its presence felt through my window shouting longer day, short night, solstice as if whispering what the day had in stock for everyone with cue.

I got to the cafe and the girl managing there was busy with drawing work on her screen and I sat waiting. The sun was blazing, perspiration gushing, but it wasn't things we complain loudly anymore in this part of the world, I was feeling it in another realm from what passersby in the a car lane route in front of the cafe in the new motor parts market the cafe was situated in was feeling.

I just know that I am on the trajectory-like lane educationally as I was in 2011 when things started in their little ways to drop educationally into their propers places in that prison district library I made sorta a name from, that rectangular 12 by 10 room that shaped me to date.

It's getting to almost half past one when the girl finished with the drawing she was into and dispatched it and turned her full attention to me and I explained what I needed from her and how I wanted it all to pan out. You know, writing with your hand instead of typing clicks things alright in one's brain in kinda way keyboard can't ever do, so also is reading well typed words instead of handwritten ones aids assimilation easily.

I wouldn't know the science or where to find research supporting this assertion but hey!, it's what comes with staying long and toiling in this arena. You come to know a lot of things offhand without knowing if any research is in support of your stand. Who even needs research backing in what automatically falls into proper places anytime I come in contact with them.

I had told the cafe girl to line those conjunctions in alphabetical order to help my brain in reining it in overtime. I have seen that I am a slow learner and knowing what aids my understanding and comprehending easily is what I came out with also from a decade of subjection in communist dungeon so, it stayed with me todate.

Coining initials, letters, taglines, and things that juggles my brain to rein anything i am interested in easily was my superpowers in that subjection decade. It worked like magic for me, so I have been reluctant to let go.

I am not a theoretical animal rather a practical one so, those coinings were my way of bringing practical to the theory the library books there provided since it was a self learning quest i was into throughout the decade.

It's a trial and error way mostly for me and it worked even though it took years to click together but so what, it clicked. Then as a free man, i found myself a scribbler and found out that conjunction is as important in this arena as idea i'm sweating to pass across for long but how do i rein in these nuggets i stumbled on while in one of those internet roamings some nights that my head found difficult to coin anything to aid it assimilation?

Once I stumbled upon this guy's easier way around the conjunction learning, sunshine must be a friend not an obstacle and I found out it was inwardly I was feeling it educationally rather than in body for sure. Everything in me was on fire for this, I retyped, added and photocopied twice and I am sure it will take its place among the conquered overtime. I have learnt to move while my interiority sun is shining. It's a matter of knuckling down to it.

I found my way back home with my treasure and I am sure many works of mine will start feeling its impact on them from now onwards. I am not sure anything gives any work more clarity than those conjunctions or makes ones work more mature than them when placed well.

I am betting that one can't even be a good author without them, I have came out with some couplings as a book, but you know what, I think that having adequate knowledge of the conjunctions makes not only a person good writer but stands one in good stead to one of these days hit a masterpiece from nowhere and become somebody somehow from nowhere, it all start from somewhere with this kind of feelings that reminds one of gone years and closed chapters of his life. Another chapter seems to have opened proper once more this sunny friday day.