Welcome to an Author YOU should be reading - Joy Nwosu Lo-Bamijoko
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Blog Tour
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Legend of the Walking Dead: Igbo Mythologies
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Joy Nwosu Lo-Bamijoko
DAY FIVE
Two months ago, I succeeded in getting my publishing house to, not only lower the cost of the Kindle edition of my book: Legend of the Walking Dead: Igbo Mythologies, but this was possible because I had to re-do the line edit, the copy edit, the proof, and the format all over again. In other words, I had to redo the whole book all over again. What you are seeing in this new edition, is a completely new book. This is why I decided to re-introduce it again to you. You can also see that there is a big improvement on the cover. Here is your new, fully re-mastered, and price friendly:
Legend of the Walking Dead: Igbo Mythologies
Excerpt from Part III
Osondu back in the Land of the Living
Osondu left Akajiani in the evening a few hours before Gloria. He
followed all the rules, determined not to fail. He even said a prayer before stepping on the port, just like his mother had told him to. His assistant stepped back, being careful not to transport himself as well. Osondu took a deep breath, stepped on the port, and wham! He was gone.
He arrived with a bump, opened his eyes, and found himself standing on the bank of Ezu with the afternoon sun slanting through the trees. He hooted and jumped up and down, then raced back and forth along the bank screaming for joy.
He looked himself over and frowned at his clothing. He’d arrived dressed like a dibia—a medicine man—with a short-fringed blouse and a short-fringed skirt, not the clothes he’d worn the day he’d disappeared. His new clothes were dry and had no tears. He shook his head. Even if he did understand what had happened and how, he’d never be able to explain it. He raced back to his home screaming for his mother.
“Mama … Mama! Are you here too? … Are you home?”
People heard him and rushed out to see why he was calling. Osondu ignored them and kept running. He forced the front door of his house open, ran inside and found his family seated at the table with the remains of a meal before them.
Their eyes grew wide, their mouths opened in surprise, and they jumped up from their seats. But they didn’t rush forward and embrace him. They ran from the room. Osondu realized that they must think him a ghost because people who disappeared in Ezu never came back. Until now.
“Wait, Papa, it’s me,” he called. “I’m not a ghost. You must believe me …”
His father peeked around the door. “You’re dead. We had a funeral for you and your mother.”
Dead? “Then I’ve come back from the dead … Papa, it’s truly me.”
His father stepped back into the dining room, followed by his sister and younger brother, who hovered behind their father. They approached him cautiously, watching him carefully and ready to run again if he made any strange move. Osondu remained still and smiled at them.
“Seven years ago,” his father said, “you and your mother disappeared into Ezu. Both of you died.” He circled Osondu with narrow eyes and a furrowed brow. “You claim to be my son, but why should I believe you?”
He beat his chest. “Touch me, I’m real.”
His father stepped close and touched him. His eyebrows rose. “Son?”
His brother and sister also poked him, then they grinned and jumped up and down. “You’re back! You’re back,” they shouted, their faces glowing with big happy smiles.
His sister ran into the kitchen. His brother hung by his father’s legs and watched Osondu with big eyes.
“What about Mama, has anyone seen her?” Osondu asked. “Did she come back yet?” He looked around for his mother.
“What do you mean by ‘back yet’?” his father asked, frowning.
“She was supposed to be back with me. Oh. Wait a minute, she’ll be back later.” He remembered that according to the rule, his mother would travel after him because she arrived after him on the other side.
“What are you talking about?” His father, clearly baffled and skeptical, continued to watch him closely.
Osondu frowned and thought. His mother had disappeared after him. From his father’s point of view, he shouldn’t have known that the day he’d disappeared, his mother had disappeared also. How could he talk about his mother?
“Papa ... do I have a story to tell you! It’s been a great adventure,” he said.
His sister returned with more food. His brother laid another place for him, and they all sat down while he told his story, and ate until he felt satisfied.
He chattered away, and they listened with wide eyes and sometimes frowns. He talked non-stop about traveling through time and about things and places they didn’t believe existed. When he’d finished eating, he walked around the house, rediscovering his home, and his father and siblings followed him, listening as he continued to tell his story.
Joy Nwosu Lo-Bamijoko
About the Author
She was the chair of the music unit of the center for Cultural Studies, UNILAG, from 1989-1992. She was a senior research fellow of the same center from 1986-1997. From 1991-199, Joy served as the Nigerian Representative, Commonwealth Music Association, Lagos.
Joy, even though she left the stage some 20 years ago, as at today, remains the first professionally trained female musician in the country to combine operatic singing with popular music performance. She was also the first trained female musician to set up a dance band in Nigeria and also the first female trained musician to release an album.
Her training, particularly in Italy, must have exposed her to challenges. Joy, though ever radiant, is never afraid to take up a new task, even where compatriots were trembling. Her quest for bigger task led her to take up a lecturing job in the University of Lagos. Here, she became colleagues with the likes of Laz Ekwueme, and Ayo Bankole and Akin Euba. At this point, she was caught up in the politics of the Ivory tower, but Joy maneuvered her ways and grew to becoming irrepressible.
In the classroom, just like on stage, this lady of sound, as she was fondly called by the media, excelled without compare. She later left the UNILAG for the University of Michigan, Ann Arbor, USA, for her doctoral program. While in the USA for her program, Joy never relented. She did an extensive work on Igbo folk tales and the classification and tuning systems of African musical instruments. She became the second Nigerian Female to earn a doctorate in music. On October 1, 1985, after scaling several bobby traps, real and imaginary, Dr Mrs. Joy Nroli, Lo-Bamijoko, was elevated to the enviable status of a Senior lecturer of Africa’s foremost institution, UNILAG. Barely a year of her promotion, Joy left the shores of Nigeria, perhaps in search of a greener pasture or in a desperate quest for more conducive operating environment. While the nation still hopes and wishes that this lady of songs, a diva, will one day appear on the stage again, on November 1999, Joy sent in her formal letter of retirement from the center for Cultural Studies, UNILAG. Her contributions to scholarship may not be easily quantifiable. She wrote four books including her Ph.D dissertation in University of Michigan in 1981. She wrote over forty published articles and features. These do not include her long list of songs. Born on August 27, 1940, in Enugu, Enugu State, South East Nigeria, she attended Holy Rosary College, Enugu for her grade II Teachers Certificate. She presently teaches vocal music and directs three choral groups: Concert Choir, Festival Choir, and Gospel Choir, at Irvington High School, New Jersey, USA. She has won several trophies and commendations with her beautiful Festival Choir at various choral competitions in the United States.
This research was the work of Professor Godwin Sadoh.
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