👄 Pen tales.

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The muse says you cannot mix up points of views in narratives like your forefathers used to do. For instance, if a mother tells her daughter, “go and do your laundry!” whilst thinking, children nowadays are so lazy, in my days, we had to travel down to Ngene with the laundry and beat it on a stone then bring it and water home. All she has to do is pile it in the machine, add Ariel gel and press a button! 

You can also write that the daughter replied, “I’m coming mum, I need to finish this project and email it to my teacher by tomorrow or I don’t get the grades!” and continued listening to I made it (cash money heroes) by Kevin Rudolf in front of her computer. 
But you cannot write that she’s thinking, this mum self, she too dey send, it’s always, do this, do that with her, she even thinks that nursery school children should do introduction to calculus just to get them thinking about the next level. Which next level? Some of them still wet the bed! 

You have to wait for the next chapter to express her thoughts and while you’re at it, remember to mention that her grandmother whispered to her that her mum couldn’t handle outside plumbing when she was her age and was scared of flies till adulthood. Alternate chapters if you like, you get what I mean, right? Family life is complicated and so is writing about it. 👁

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