Who I am in pictures and few words.

The remaining part of my post will be a combination of pictures that will better introduce me.

Me as Nonso

Those two butterflies made love on my shoulders. Scientists will tell me that I am not sure, but hey! it is my shoulder and I get to say what happened that day and how I felt about it.
I was on one of my spontaneous trips around the country and while in the forest, these two beauties found my shoulders soft and conducive. I wanted to shove them away but on a second thought, I discovered that we were many and these guys chose me. This incident meant a lot to me and still do. It was a major take home from the trip.

Me as an Animal Lover

Earlier on, I told you guys I loved to take spontaneous trips. This is one of it and yea, I am some thousands of metres above sea level (Obudu Mountain Resort). Part of who I am, is the overriding zeal to go to an entirely new place and enjoy the warm loyalty of nature and animals. And dear Steemians, I have been doing that to the best of my ability.

Communing with nature has a way of taking out a lot of negative energy. It reminds us that amidst the complexities of life, it all boils down to the 1 +1 and 2+2.

Life is like mathematics. You start from 1+1 and you proceed to complex numbers and other iterations. However, the most difficult problems in mathematics all have a few of 1+1s in them and for you to solve them, you have to go back to your root. Nature is our root and until we get back and cover it with the blankets of our apologies and exhume it from the cold dusts of neglect, we might continue to sojourn in vain as humans.

I saw one of the monkey species that was already going into exctinction and had to be conserved in this painful enclosure. Ladies and Gentlemen, join me in welcoming the Drill Monkey to the great Steemian community!

While at this particular spot in Buanchur, I did not want to go home, until they told me that they have Gorillas coming down from time to time to see how the villagers faired. That was how I saw myself in this funny civilization.

I had the honor of visiting the Northernmost part of Nigeria; Sokoto and Kebbi States ending of the last year and I was amazed at the large expanse of farmlands they enjoyed; and livestock too.

Okay, enough of the animals. I guess it is time to move on. or do you think that one more picture would hurt? Yea, your thought is as good as mine, so here is Kachi the drill Monkeyyyyyyy!

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Me as a people Lover

So finally moving on and not looking back. I am also a people lover. If your eyes are as cool as mine, you will see me in all of the beautiful pictures I will be uploading.

As you can see, I did not actually lie. We were actually on top of a very tall mountain. Forgive my wrong use of adjectives but the mountain was really tall. Someone just told me the right adjective is 'high mountain'. That someone will need to tell me the owner of this page (rolls eyes).

More pictures coming your way with few words I promise.

Okay one last few words. The cave you see, harbors the biggest python in that forest so we tried sneaking up on it. Dude heard our footsteps and ran. Sad and true story.

Me as a people's person done and dusted.

Ahaaa, and we have also covered 'me as a traveler'. Killing two birds with a stone is what I know how to do. I appreciate your eulogies.

Me as a writer!

Hey, if you need a picture of me writing on my notepad or typing on my laptop, then you will wait till eternity. Did I tell you my office is located in my kitchen? Well, true and embarrasing story. This ushers us into;

Me as a Food Lover
OKRO SOUP, I promised you that you were going to be the only fully capitalized noun in this post but you felt I was joking. Here we areeeeeeeeeee!

I will just round up. Just few more 'me as this and that' and we are done.

Ahaaaa. I am also a farmer. Wait for it!

From all of the above, you might feel I have the best and most interesting life. But there is a problem. I do a lot of things and I just want to focus on one. This is me baring myself to you in this poem;
Indecision

What I feel now; a million and one identical nails in the nail bag.
Neither two or more hammers at my disposal
Neither am I the brick-builder, nor the plumber,
Nor the second brother of the sick carpenter,

When I shake the bag,
All I hear is a voice that looks like a sound,
But sounding like a voice?
The looks freak me out.

Zombies in a sack,
The ones that I love,
The ones that love me,
The ones that I hate; that hates me,

As if they conspire,
I wonder on what grounds?
The bag maybe damp,
And the soil below their feet made fertile,
By the nutrients of my doubts.

But I hold this bag, not wanting to open,
But wanting to.
I open and have a look.
The voices had become sounds again,
and the zombies; nails

I hoped I opened earlier,
to see how powerless my demons were.

The above poem was written by me and for me. It is a reminder that what ever struggle I have with choosing a career path, that it is only a matter of me being brave and taking the bulls by the horns. Maybe that is what I am doing now.

From the above post, you might be able to say a few things about me. Hence, allow me to introduce Ozoemena Nonso Noel. I am a writer (creative [poems and prose]), a farmer, traveler and 'tryer' of new ventures. If I did not have issues with short sightedness, I would have been a soldier.
That shit spoilt my plans and here I am, writing poems about how undecided I am about my career path.

Last but not the least, I joined this community of writers because I needed a fresh breathe. I also needed a value for my trips, so I can visit other places I have ever wanted to be, especially Cairo, Egypt. I also joined, to know if someone has gone through what I am going through and if so, I need words too. Thank You for having me. I look forward to enjoying myself here.