Some few weeks before my much-needed vacation in December 2011, I sat at my writing desk to rewrite my latest Work in progress, Omo Mummy. Fifteen minutes into the reworking of the second chapter, I ran into a bit of a jam, which left me with the strong urge to toss the whole MS into the Trash Can.
And in case you are wondering, No, I wasn’t exactly practicing 2-D shots at being the next great Basketballer, although my throw wouldn’t have missed its target, aka the thrash basket icon in the desktop folder of my laptop. My unhappiness with my latest work stemmed from the fact that the scene where I introduce my female protagonist to my hero, kinda felt unrealistic to me. And since I’d built the whole story on what I now perceived as a flawed second chapter, I honestly felt that the right thing to do was toss the work in the Trashcan icon of the computer and just pour out my frustration on the chocolate ice-cream cake in the freezer, never mind that it was and is, still winter in Dallas.
Before my tummy starts a-rumbling, I’ll quickly explain what the second chapter is about: My heroine, Kofo, is supposed to be a naïve 18 year old from an affluent family who has lived under the close watch of her very traditional, African parents. Her naughty obsession? Reading erotica stolen from her unmarried aunt –another romance addict. For the first time, she meets Rotimi, the male protagonist. He’s about 23. I’m using the word ‘about’ because I’ve not exactly determined how old he should be. Of course, Rotimi is a handsome dude. He’s working on getting into medical school at Howard…
I’m thinking of that darned cake.
Oops. Forgive me, I digress.
The short version of the story is this: Kofo falls heads over heels in love with soon-to-be Cardiovascular Doctor, Rotimi Wright.
So here is the quandary I’m in: Is it realistic for an 18-year-old sheltered African, more specifically, Nigerian female to fall in love with a man who, in her perception would be considered quite worldly? Is it really possible for everyday people to fall suddenly in love with that total stranger they are meeting for the very first time? Or have I simply lived in the US of A for so long that I can no longer differentiate a ‘so-called’ realistic love scene for Africans versus people from other parts of the world? Perhaps, love at first sight is a concept that’s only as realistic as the movies and the romance books I read.
I’d like to know what you think. If your replies come with full throttle in support of Love at first sight, there may still be hope for me to finish Kofo and Rotimi’s story. Even better, the poor chocolate Ice cream cake may just not lose its life over my dilemma.