Inching Up the Statistics Ladder

The statistics show that 31 people visited this blog in one day on July 13, 2018, just five days ago. That is very encouraging.

Thanks for stopping by. I look forward to seeing more visitors in the future.



What Type of Hunger Are You Experiencing?


My name is Frances Ohanenye, and I would like a moment of your time to discuss a topic to which I hope you can relate.

The topic is HUNGER. What type of hunger have you experienced? Are you experiencing?

While I wait for your response/feedback, let me share my story of hunger. There is a type of hunger that is beyond food and water, beyond material things. No matter the type of person you are, I believe you may have experienced this time of insatiable appetite. It is not hunger for love or relationship either although we hunger for those as well.

Paper_and_PencilIt came to my attention when I was only eight years old. I remember vividly getting paper and pencil (or pen) and starting to write a story. I guess you could say that being an avid reader at that age would lead naturally to writing, but how would an eight-year-old know that? I remember winning a spelling contest.

ExcellenceI guess that meant that I could spell correctly. I guess my teacher knew that I loved to read because my prize for being the first-place winner of that spelling contest was a book. My teacher wrote “First Place Winner” and my name. The recognition did not satisfy any hunger in me, so that must not have been the hunger that possessed me.

But how do being a good speller and being a voracious reader translate into an obsessed writer at that age? I did not know what to call it, but it must have been a special hunger that welled inside me and moved my little legs and hands to search our house for paper and writing utensils, to find an unobtrusive place and sit and begin to write.

Black Girl WritingSomething propelled me to pour things down. I do not recall hesitating or having what people call writer’s block. I remember that I wrote and wrote and wrote. Calls for lunch and dinner went unheeded. Obviously, I was not hungry or thirsty for food or water. Calls that it was my turn to do the dishes were ignored.

There was something that held me spellbound to the chair. I could not free myself from its grip. I had to pour it all out of me so that I could go and eat and so that I could help around the house or get in the biggest trouble of my young life. Even the thought of getting in trouble did not cause the hunger to jump out of my being and find someone else into whom to land. It has never left me, which is the reason I am speaking to you today.

Can you relate to that type of hunger?  

Regardless of your profession, I am certain there is something that causes you to yearn until you quench it. Regardless of time and space and the distance you try to place between you and that hunger, it will not let you go until you take an action to satisfy it.

I remember that the story I wrote when I was eight was about a little girl, but I did not know her age. I did not know what the word genre was, whether it was a short story or a novel, did not have a title for it at that time, and I do not know what happened to that story. It is still in bits and pieces in my head. I mourn its loss sometimes. Maybe I will gather those bits and pieces in my head and grow them into a semblance of that story.

That hunger is like many of Langston Hughes’ poems about dreams. He must have had a hunger that would not leave him alone even as he was transported from one relative to another until he became of age and made good on his hunger. In “Dream Deferred,” he asked specific questions about dreams: do they dry up like a raisin in the sun, turn into a syrupy sweet, or does a dream explode?


I have lived life as best as I could with the hunger suppressed inside me like a pebble in my shoe. It was there when I finished graduate school and wrote for publications. I gave in to that hunger and wrote with abandon for those three years I went home to Nigeria. Then I ignored it. It rose like the phoenix. It was there when I got married. It was there during pregnancy, and I wrote poems about my unborn baby. It was there when divorce and single-parenthood arrived, and it kept me company. It was there when my parents passed away, but I was too immersed in grief to write. It was there when my daughter grew up and got married.

It is there now, center stage, and has refused to be kicked to the curb any longer.


I am slowly and surely giving it the time and attention it has so rightly deserved, but I want to pause today and reach out to you to hear about your hunger.

What is it that you have tried to suppress that has left an ache, a yearning in your deepest self?

Have you started feeding that hankering, done anything with it? To it?

Share your situation with me there in LinkedIn, here, or elsewhere in social media. I would love to find out what your hunger is.

Thank you so much for allowing me to intrude into your peacetime today. I am most honored for your time and attention. Remain blessed.


***Photo credit: (First three pictures)

**Photo credit: (Langston Hughes’ poem)

*Photo credit: francesohanenye (Flower and laptop)

Give-aways Before the Books Are Published

I am giving away excerpts of my books before they are released. Help yourself, but first, leave me your e-mail address so that I can send you the copy(ies) of the book or books you want. Thanks for your help. Scroll to the “Subscribe” button on the lower right-hand side and leave your e-mail address. Otherwise, you can include it in the “Comment” box provided. Thanks!

When you finish reading, please return to the comment box and share your thoughts.

Genre: Daughters of the Soil: Crime/ fiction– Please leave your e-mail address in the “Subscribe” box to receive the excerpt.


E-book_Cover of Waters' Family Chronicle2

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Working As Hard As James Brown

James Brown (may his soul rest in peace) was called the hardest working man in show business. I am working hard, and I hope to come one one-millionth time close to that title. I am putting finishing touches to the release of these intellectual creations of mine. Barring any more disappointments, they should be released before 2018 shuts its eyes.

Genre: Crime/ fiction– Please leave your e-mail address to receive the excerpt. Thanks.


E-book_Cover of Waters' Family Chronicle2

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John Milton and Emily Dickinson

What unfolds today is my attempt to analyze these two literary giants and some of their works. Of course, any discussion of poetry will be incomplete without the mention of the BARD, Mr. William Shakespeare himself, but I will try not to let him take center stage.

Actually, I find any poet of repute very interesting. I like Emily Dickinson’s poems despite her morbidity. However, like her, I have written thousands of poems and hope to release them to the world sometime soon. (A shameless plug!)

I will start with John Milton’s “When I consider how my light is spent.” This poem is one of John Milton’s sonnets, a Petrarchan sonnet in iambic pentameter, and I have written a few of those. For this particular poem, the rhyming pattern is ABBA (spent, wide, hide, and bent) ABBA (present, chide, denied, prevent), CDE (need, best, state) and CDE (speed, test, wait), which Milton maintains effortlessly. The first eight lines, the octave, do lament wasted time and asks God for patience to prevent “the murmur” of displeasure from Him.

Unlike the Shakespearean sonnet, in the Italian sonnet, the 14 lines run continuously. Shakespeare leaves the last two lines of the Shakespearean sonnet as couplets. Milton does not conform to traditional meter. His poem is truly unorthodox. Because he sacrificed cadence (at least not one that is decipherable or consistent) for enjambment, his poem lacks the sophistication I have come to expect from him.

He splices end words into the next line and creates some of the most fascinating enjambments from Line 1 into 2: “my light is spent ere half my days” or “My soul more bent to serve” for Lines 4 and 5.

Unlike a classic Italian sonnet, “When I consider how my light is spent” does not divide cleanly into eight lines and six lines. As for meter, the poem employs iambic pentameter; it provides five iambs (an unaccented syllable followed by an accented syllable), and a few of the lines do not follow any regular pattern.

The second poem I choose to analyze is Emily Dickinson’s “Wild Nights,” Poem 249. The idea of Dickinson writing a poem with “wild” in it causes me to giggle but also to pay particular attention to it because I know there is surprise in store for me.

Although the poem contains no plot per se, it does indicate some sexual undertones, which may not be what she had intended. It is refreshing to read a Dickinson poem that is not about death or dying or some other form of morbidity.

Her poem, like Milton’s, is unorthodox because it is rife with exclamation marks, which could show intensity of emotions or the excitement of reuniting with a lover. This poem has cadence and rhythm even if one has to stretch the “luxury” in order to hear the long “e” and in order to help the poem confirm to the rhyming scheme of ABBB.

The second stanza does not have any particular scheme. However, the cadence is still present and so is the rhythm even as there is a tonal shift, more sing-song than in the first stanza.

Stanza 3 uses the rhyming pattern of ABCA. Dickinson also employs enjambment but (in my humble opinion) should have run the word “Tonight” into the next line as the beginning word rather than as an enjambment.

Just like she uses exclamation marks liberally, she also uses ellipses in the form of dashes, not periods. “Wild Nights—Wild Nights!” The combined effect is a poem that breaks character for her.

Dickinson employs trochees. She also keeps up the pattern of dimeter, two beats, intermittently in the quatrains. This tricky poem alternates between iambic tetrameter and trimeter lines like “Ah, the Sea!”

I imagine Dickinson took a risk here and wanted to have fun for a change. She is usually the queen of what I call “form and circumstance,” pledging never to break form. This poem is a pleasant surprise, and it has allowed me to see her in a different light.

It is a very short poem that packs a dollup of surprising fun in its form, cadence, and in its protracted rhythm in order to reach the cadence Dickinson desires.

All opinions expressed herein belong to Frances Ohanenye. Please share your reflection on my analysis.


The Release of Frances Ohanenye’s First Picture Book Is Postponed

The children’s picture book that was slated to be released at the end of June has  been postponed until August 2018.

Asked what caused the change in plans, Frances Ohanenye said, “I cannot define the word “disappointment” at this moment because it has a different meaning for me this week.”

From our conversation earlier in the year, the book had been written and edited numerous times. It had been reviewed and had received positive feedback from the reviewers and social studies teachers who previewed the manuscript.

The interior illustrations and cover designs were finished and submitted for formatting. However, Frances Ohanenye stated that the book was not formatted at all.

Taking that statement as odd, Ms. Ohanenye was asked to clarify what she meant by the book not formatted.

She was honest about the cause of the delay.  “The formatted book was worse than the manuscript I gave them. The quality fell so much below standard that I dumped it in the trash can. I have the same standard as (if not higher than) some traditional publishing houses. I am a publisher among the other hats I wear.”

Frances Ohanenye indicated that being a self-published author did not mean that she would accept mediocre work. Her perfectionist nature would not allow her to release such a product with her name on the cover.

“I learned a lot of lessons as a result of this first formatting job,” she began pensively. “The first lesson is not to take things for granted. The second lesson is to trust my instinct as I always did. I should have interviewed the designer more thoroughly and through every step of the job. The third lesson is never to surrender my desire for perfection.

“I should have insisted on seeing their children’s book portfolio instead of trusting the person’s opinion who referred them to me. I should not have entrusted them with a job as difficult as formatting a children’s picture book. Apparently, the company accepted a job it knew it could not perform. It had never undertaken the arduous task of formatting a children’s book. Hence it did a dismal job. They used me as their guinea pig to learn how to format a children’s book. For that I am doubly offended.”

She sent a detailed e-mail to the formatting company with the litany of errors in the finished copy. Ms. Ohanenye found another company. Unfortunately, with the amount of work the new company contracted already, it could not squeeze in Waters’ Family Chronicle into its schedule until August.

The first company apologized and refunded the money so that Ms. Ohanenye could employ the services of a real professional.

“I received my money back,  but I cannot receive the one month this company stole from me. I was supposed to upload the e-book into Kindle (KDP) today, June 26. That goal is unrealized. I  was supposed to upload the hardcover edition into IngramSparks because IngramSparks is running a free-upload  promotion. Now I have to pay.”

I wish Frances Ohanenye much luck in her endeavor to be an author.

Reporting the Review of the Rough Draft of “Daughters of the Soil”

I hired an independent company to review my novel. I had not edited, revised, nor proofread it before I delivered it. The result of the thorough analysis shows which chapters peaked and which chapters I need to raise interest to 10 points.

This reviewer was so efficient that she didn’t just lump the entire novel into one continuous report. As a matter of fact, she let the graph (picture) speak a thousand words. She  took each chapter and critiqued its three aspects: beginning, middle, and end. The graph shows three bars for each chapter, where each part scaled the hurdles and stayed at 10, and where each part dipped. I am truly energized with the result of the critique.

Chapters 1 – 10 sustained the reviewer’s interest and crowned at 10 out of 10 possible points. Not only that, each of the three parts (beginning, middle, and end) held interest all through the chapters, all 10! This is very encouraging because (as any writer knows), the first five pages in the first chapter of a novel can make or break it. Considering that this is a very rough copy, I am enthusiastic.

Chapter 11 dipped in the middle to eight points and dropped to seven at the end. I must determine what happened and revise it.

Chapter 12 rose rapidly back to 10, but the middle and the end plummeted to dismal five points. As disappointing as this may appear, it is also encouraging because it points me to where I must do serious revising/pruning.

Chapter 13 continued the downward spiral which Chapter 12 began to five points. Based on the severity of the situation between these two chapters, I may either try to salvage any redeeming part(s) in both chapters or redeem only Chapter 12.

Chapters 14 – 17 restored my faith in the manuscript. They rose back to 10 points!

Chapter 18 saddened me because it scored only five points. The middle dropped even lower to four! This chapter demands a surgical procedure.

Chapter 19: All three parts stayed steady at 8 points. This performance is not bad at all on the grand scheme of writing. However, I still will revisit it to determine what I can revise to raise the ante up to the maximum possible points.

Chapters 20 – 24 stayed at a dismal four. As disheartening as this may seem, it is also encouraging in the sense that I may have to shorten the entire novel. If those chapters do not advance the plot, they are better cut out.

Chapter 25: The beginning of this chapter shot up to 10 points. Alas, the rest of it plummeted to five.

Chapters 26 – 28: All  parts continued the downward trend from the end of Chapter 25. This is devastating because these chapters are supposed to lead to the climax. I may have dragged the scenes for far too long. Again, I will have to chop off chapters, sentences, paragraphs and descriptions that do not advance the plot. This is another homework I must do.

Chapter 29 duplicated the pattern of Chapter 25. They both exhibited lonely pinnacles. Whereas Chapter 25 peaked at the beginning, Chapter 29 crested in the middle.

Chapter 30 that is supposed to be the last chapter failed in its function to the lowest point among all the chapters on the graph: three!! This score begs the question, how interesting are last chapters? At best, they wrap up the story neatly or not. At worst, they are cliffhangers. Still, I would like for it to rise to eight points.

This must have been a time-consuming task. The details are exemplary. I thank Betty J. Gunn (publisher Betty Reedy Gunn) for the phenomenal job she did in the honest review of my first novel. She has given me valuable information as I embark on the final(?) revision of Daughters of the Soil.

20180622_204058Let the work begin!