Literature in Engineering
Once upon a time, my mum who's an accomplished educator in History, English and Literature read my write-up as I told a story and was left quite flummoxed by it.
Why? Someone asks. Two things, the second is the major:
1] As a writer, she was impressed by the literary quality of my write-up.
2] She didn't expect an Electrical/Electronics Engineer to produce this, especially as I was still a fresh graduate. It was a bit like a pig flying.
She knew how my choice of Engineering was deliberate and natural from the scratch. Born into a company environment, a Steel Company, I attended the Company owned schools. In the senior cadre of the company High School we were required to choose our intended field of study. That will decide which arm we will belong— A to F
The very best Science and Engineering students were put in the A arm, the next best, the B.
Those who chose the Arts and Social sciences, were quartered in the E and F arms and so on.
I was of the A arm, where I offered Further Maths,Maths, Basic Electronics, Apllied Electricity, Tech Drawing, etc.
I especially loved Basic Electronics, I loved Maths too. I duly gained admission into the University after High school, to study Electrical/Electronics Engineering.
This is the reason why my mum couldn't connect the dots. Neither could I.
Furthermore, I hated reading novels except it was a Christian literature. Give me figures let me solve Mathematics or think through some Electronics!
I never knew that silently within me there was this innate writing skill brewing.
A SUB-STORY
Once upon a time in the University, I got into our major super market, and bought a crackers biscuit that was pocket friendly. I noticed on the pack it said "proudly Nigerian". You rarely see Nigerian products for such kind of products in super markets like that. Well, I said to myself, no wonder it is cheaper than the rest.
I got back to my room and munched on it and wow it was exceptionally tasty.
Instantly I felt motivated to write them, I checked the pack for their address and I sent them a letter by the post-office(I'm talking early 2000). Few weeks later I got a letter from them via my post office box.
You need to see how impressed they were ,so delighted with my commendation, that they invited me to come visit their company.
I was new in that city, Lagos Nigeria, where my University was located and I was naive too. I showed my very good friend and roommate the letter and he screamed and said he's been wanting to ask me what was doing in the Faculty of Engineering, that he's been noticing I speak and write so well, that I should be studying English or Law.
I laughed it off because I did these things pretty much effortlessly, so what's the big deal. Finally, I didn't visit the company on the date they requested because, I felt I needed to prepare for an upcoming test and I cannot even recall writing them back, as it ought to be.
It was several years after this, the story of my mum seeing my write-up, I mentioned above, happened. Then more and more people kept urging me to maximize this potential and that's how my relationship with this Web 3 Ecosystem called Hive began.
Well the pig has got to find a way to fly these days and I'm still honing my skills in Hive. Definitely, now I'm set to leverage on opportunities, no more as naive as I was back then when I didn't honour such an invite my writing opened up for me.
So help me God.
Thanks for reading.
Stay cheerful
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Wow. You are indeed a great writer. Weldon
Oh wow, I'm humbled. Thanks for visiting and the encouragement too.
Something are not taught. When you grow up in an environment where good English are being spoken as a little child. You learn naturally from it. Since your mother is an Editor, I am sure she spoke good English to you.
That automatically helps. So I would say you got it from her
Yeah she did speak good English,my Dad too who schooled in the UK. If you've ever heard of Delta Steel Company, the company I referred to in my blog, you would know that it had the best Engineers in the country at a time. A lot of them schooled abroad.
Now I'm wondering why I didn't include this is my blog. Well I'm very new to Inkwell. So it was English mostly English at home, a few times our native language, which we the children couldn't speak.
Also we lived in the company housing estate, shielded from the general world around us. I finished High School and I couldn't speak pidgin English, eventhough we were in the very land pidgin Engkish was at it's best! [well for non-Nigerians reading, pidgin English is an adultered form of English best spoken by Warri people]
So yeah the environment helped.
However, an innate thing was also there. My younger ones also heard what I heard from my parents, one of them who was more art inclined, even started a blogging site long before I ventured into writing, but she couldn't sustain it because of her poor writing technique.
She had a good command of English like we all do, but telling a story is different, understanding your audience and all that. My mum tried her very best to help this my sister until it was clear she couldn't cope.
Thanks for visiting brou.
Good write-up.
Good to see and hear that writing now doesn't have a specific career choice.
Flying pigs are now everywhere in the sky.
I tell ya, everywhere in the sky.🙂
Well, we can say just like many other fields, writing can be innate. Yet I must confess, it can be hectic too.
Thanks for the compliments bro.
It's my first time seeing your work and truly, like your friends told you, you're good at writing.
But what if there were a course called Literature in Engineering? Would you go for it? Don't mind me though. 😁
😊😁😁Cracking me up right now.
Well if only there was such a course.
I think I was trying to invent it in High School(Secondary School), I was the only one in that A arm of close to 40 students who picked the subject, History. Meaning I would have to join the E or F arm, anytime History was to be taught. I was ready.
But before the very first class of History was taught, a certain teacher who loved to check on me, reported my mum of this subject choice, calling it an anomaly for an Engineering student. My mum being a teacher in another school then, quickly swung into action and ordered me to ditch History immediately. I did and replaced it with Geography. Invention ended.🙂
Thanks for the complements as I keep learning from you guys. I'm new posting here. I think years back I visited here and ran away because it was all fiction stories, which seemed too technical for me.
Thanks for visiting. You will be always welcome, God helping me.
Wow! First of the GIF catchy and attention draging. The the story nailed it. You deserve more than win. I curate your post even if I dont have that power
Wow don't make me blush too much. I'm still learning the ropes.🙂
You sound like a master in the writing biz. Thanks a whole lot for the complements.
Thanks for the curation, sometimes what's important is the intangible.
You are too kind sir.
Hi, I think this is the first time I’ve commented on one of your stories. I really liked it, especially the idea behind the 'when pigs fly' concept that you gave it.
Welcome sir,I'm new here so yeah it has to be your first time with me.
The concept. Oh I think you mean how my story aligned with the "when pigs fly" mantra the organisers put forth. I am grateful the story appealed to you.
Best regards.
Cheers
This particular story makes me remember many years when I hate mathematics
Hehe, that's it. So how is it with Mathematics now?
Thanks for visiting
Hey there! Your story is unique. The way you portray " when Pigs Fly" is just too beautiful. It captivated me throughout my every read.
Intriguing story. Thanks for sharing.
You don't say!🙂 Thanks for this lovable commendation. Nice to have you stop by to read through.
My pleasure to share.
You're welcome 😊
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Cheers 🥂