Seriously though I usually hate when adaptions add stuff to ‘lengthen’ a story. But with 13 Reasons Why is actually adds to the whole story, because 1st person narratives aren’t always reliable. And with this adaption we learn so much more. And I feel like it really elevates the material.
A/N: I’m lying in bed sick, while writing this. In this imagine I switch from 1st person view to narrative, but don’t worry you’ll notice when it does. This imagine was inspired by my dream last night. Lmao. I might do a part 2 for this, so stay tuned!
Summary: After your dream about Archie Andrews, you can’t help falling for him…
Word Count: don’t know
Y/N: Your name
Y/N/N: Your nickname
I was sitting on the floor hugging my knees closer to my body. It was freezing, and I was feeling sick already. Archie sat beside me, he was wearing his signature varsity jacket. Oh, how you wished I had a cuddly jacket too. The place was un- recognizable, it seemed like I was stuck in a warehouse. I rubbed my hands together hoping to create heat, but it was no use. Archie took his jacket off, and placed it gently on my shoulders.
Heat was still radiating from the jacket. It was cuddly and nice.
“All better.” He said with a smile. A warm feeling rushed through my body, my heart melted when I saw his smile. It was nice of him, to give me his jacket.
My alarm blarred, scaring me half to death. I got up and turned it off. Ugh, my nose is sniffily and I feel like my eye balls could burn off any second now. I collapsed back into my bed cuddling close to my bed sheets. Perfect timing! My dream was just getting to the good stuff. I daydreamed the rest of it and before I knew it was 8:25, 5 MINUTES UNTIL WARNING BELL
I grabbed the first hoodie I saw and put it on. PANTS! I need to wear pants, not my Pyjamas! I haphazardly brushed my hair, as fast as could without pulling my scalp off and threw it in a ponytail. I looked at the mirror. Okay, I look representable. Now out the door! I grabbed my wallet (for food), books and bag, and I rushed out the door. Then realizing I didn’t lock door, I went back, searched through my bag frantically for my key and locked it. I sprinted to school. NO, NO, NO! I can’t have an Archie dream ruin my perfect attendance.
I flew the front door of the school open, everyone looked at me with judging eyes. I looked up at the clock in the hallway, 8:20. Crap! I read the clock wrong. I smiled awkwardly and tryed to regain myself. Students quickly carried on to what they were doing before, as if I was yesterday’s news. I went to the cafeteria and bought some breakfast and headed straight to my locker.
I stopped abruptly when I see who was in front of my locker. Archie Andrews. My stomach fluttered nervously. Why was I nervous? I don’t like Archie. Ugh, it’s just a stupid dream Y/N/N! You approached him.
“Uhhh… excuse me…” You said in small voice, you pointed at your locker and avoided eye contact.
“Ya, of course.” He rushed out of my way.
He looked at you. He has never heard you speak before. At least not directly. As you grabbed your books, he studied your face. You are beautiful he thought. What classes do we have together? He said the question out loud without realizing it.
“Me? Well, we have Science together, first block and Math last block this week.” I said while trying to remember if I have any more classes with him that I forgot to mention. I caught him off guard.
“Hellooo?” I said, extending the O. I don’t think he heard me.
“I said we ha-”
“Ya, I know I heard you, I just didn’t realize I said it out loud.” He said in a shy smile. I blushed lightly.
“Do you want to go to science together? I mean, only if you want to.“
“Ya, sure let me get my binder. As I was in the process of grabbing it, my sketch book spews out, sketches after sketches scattered across the floor. I tryed tried to pick them up vigorously. Why now? Archie helped me pick them up before someone steps on them. He starred in awwwe at one of the sketches. I looked to see which one it was. Ohhhh, no. It was a sketch of him and his friends.
“Ugh, I thought you guys looked really happy, so I thought would draw you guys.”
I said in a nervous sequence.
“In a none creepy way, of course.” I added. I gulped the last piece of dignity left.
“Wow, this is really good.” His eyes softened in sincerity. You were so different from afar he thought. He never knew what you really were doing in that sketch book. Now he starred at you in amazement. He helped you up.
You closed your locker door and both of you went of to science.
“Those drawings were amazing!” He said breaking the silence.
“Thank you.” You scoffed and smiled shyly.
“No, really they are. Say, would you like to hang out with me during lunch? My friends will be there too, and I bet they will like you.” He raised his eyebrows for an answer.
Oh, Archie. If I didn’t have that dream about you I would’ve said no.
“Yes! I would love too.”
A/N: I hope you enjoyed that! Please send feedback if you have any, it wI’ll be greatly appreciated! ;)
It has come to our attention that some millennials on Tumblr people don’t like 1st person narrative in fiction. We were quite baffled by the notion (”But… like… Song of Achilles is 1st person. And half of Bleak House. And Gone Girl!”). Immortality AU, of course, is 1st person, and so are the books on this list which we compiled off the top of our heads because they are immensely popular and/or personal faves:
British and Irish Classics:
Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte
Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte
Villette by Charlotte Bronte
Tom Jones by Henry Fielding (the omniscient narrator narrates in the 1st person)
Treasure Island by Robert Louis Stevenson
all (?) of Sherlock Holmes by Arthur Conan Doyle
Great Expectations by Charles Dickens
half of Bleak House by Charles Dickens
Vendetta by Marie Corelli
Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier
The Murder of Roger Ackroyd by Agatha Christie
Murder at the Vicarage by Agatha Christie
as well as other Christie stories, including Poirot ones
loads of classic horror short stories
The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald
all or most of Edgar Allen Poe
Moby Dick by Herman Melville
To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee
Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain
Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov
Breakfast at Tiffany’s by Truman Capote
Justine by the Marquis de Sade
Much of Pushkin’s work
La Dame aux Camélias by Alexandre Dumas, fils
Modern English-language novels
Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn
Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller
As Meat Loves Salt by Maria McCann
half of The Mists of Avalon by Marion Zimmer Bradley
also: some of Marion Zimmer Bradley’s short stories, most notably the one with the Lesbian Reveal
The Handmaid’s Tale by Margaret Atwood
half of House of Leaves by Mark Z. Danielewski
Mysterious Skin by Scott Heim
Exquisite Corpse by Poppy Z. Brite
The Hotel New Hampshire by John Irving
Fingersmith by Sarah Waters
Tipping the Velvet by Sarah Waters
Rivers of London by Ben Aaronovitch
High Fidelity by Nick Hornby
A Long Way Down by Nick Hornby
The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time by Mark Haddon
American Psycho by Bret Easton Ellis
Trainspotting by Irvine Welsh
The Goldfinch by Donna Tartt
The Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie by Alan Bradley
Fight Club by Chuck Palahniuk
The Quiet American by Graham Greene
Modern non-English novels
The Tin Drum by Günter Grass
The Name of the Rose by Umberto Eco
Foucault’s Pendulum by Umberto Eco
A Heart So White by Javier Marias
ALL epistolary, memoir and diary-style novels:
Dracula by Bram Stoker
Les Liaisons dangereuses by Choderlos de Laclos
The Sorrows of Young Werther by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Fanny Hill by John Cleland
Memoirs of a Dutiful Daughter by Simone de Beauvoir
Just Kids by Patti Smith
Carrie by Stephen King
I, Claudius by Robert Graves
The Secret Diary of Adrian Mole, Aged 13¾ by Sue Townsend
The Diary of Bridget Jones by Helen Fielding
We Need To Talk About Kevin by Lionel Shriver
Memoirs of Hadrian by Marguerite Yourcenar
World War Z by Max Brooks
Meditations by Marcus Aurelius
half of Emily Climbs by Lucy Maud Montgomery
Memoirs of a Geisha by Arthur Golden
The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath
Everything is Illuminated by Jonathan Safran Foer
How to Survive Summer Camp by Jacqueline Wilson
The Best Christmas Pageant Ever by Barbara Robinson
There’s also books that pass by English speakers because they’ve never been translated or never caught on, but are popular in other countries:
Der abenteuerliche Simplicissimus by Hans Jakob Christoffel von Grimmelshausen (the first novel in the German language)
Six Bullerby Children by Astrid Lindgren
Brothers Lionheart by Astrid Lindgren
Felidae by Akif Pirinçci (cat detective mysteries)
Der Rumpf by Akif Pirinçci (thriller from the PoV of a disabled mastermind)
Confessions of Felix Krull by Thomas Mann
Olfi Obermeier und der Ödipus by Christine Nöstlinger (coming-of-age story of a boy who grows up in a household ruled by women)
Konopielka by Edward Redliński
The Devil’s Elixirs by E.T.A. Hoffmann
Aischa by Federica de Cesco (coming-of-age story of a Muslim immigrant girl in Paris)
the thing that cracks me up the most about HOO is that the war with the giants was meant to be 1000x worse than the Titan War. everyone was pissing themselves that Gaea was waking up, and Olympus closed doors, and Hera was captured, and everyone was soooooo afraaaaaid to go to Rome and Greece. But like????? Nobody actually died?? (nobody important at least) Jason and his friends had a jolly good time, Hazel came back from the dead once already and that Thanatos unchained thing was damn convenient to avoid real casualties… like tbh nothing was really that scary until Tartarus? There were no Sirens, no hiding on Luke’s boat, no Typhon and blowing up a volcano, no Manhattan fucking asleep and an army actually fighting amongst civilians, no insanity from the Labyrinth??
Like I can’t even count how many people died in PJO? Zoe, Daedalus, Castor, Luke, Silena, Charles, Lee Fletcher, Michael Yew, Pan, Bianca, so many more. Clarisse learnt to soften up, Rodriguez went insane, Ethan fucking carved his own eye out for his mom, Rachel went almost crazy with the visions and crashed a damn helicopter, so many campers died in the last two books. And then HOO comes along promising 1000x the horror and the sadness and everybody gets a damn happy ending? It took the 7 on a warship to cross the Aegean, and Reyna makes it on a pegasus (okay badass but sounds fake okay). A lot of Huntresses died in the last one (Phoebe RIP) but like that’s a copout death tbh we all didn’t think too much about Phoebe. It was all forced romances and tragic backstories but there was no fleshing out the characters. We saw Luke’s motivations, where were Octavian’s? We felt actual sadness and horror every single time with Percy, but in HOO it wasn’t that poignant? After a certain point in the series, somewhere around Mark of Athena, it was clear Rick wasn’t really gonna hurt anybody, he wasn’t really gonna do anything big like he did in PJO. It was just monsters after monsters and some light ~drama~ between the 7 + Nico. There was no fleshing out of the human character at all. Let’s not even forget all the OOC shit that happened like Annabeth held on to the memory of Luke for 5 years and still thinks fondly of him she ain’t the person to just get up and forget about Percy’s dark side like she will definitely work at it. And Percy….. okay Percy. First of all, he hated Hercules why would he be upset he didn’t get to meet him like he sacrificed his coat for Zoe?? Second of all this entire rivalry thing is all good and all but like this boy is obviously traumatized from Tartarus and stuff and we didn’t even got a POV???? NOTHING TO EVEN TELL US HOW EXACTLY HE’S COPING AND FEELING ABOUT IT? And Rick has the audacity to say that Percy is upset he’s not involved in saving the world much like pls look at the boy look at him and tell me he just doesn’t wanna go home and hug his mom and never fucking fight again. Rick got it right in TOA with Percy in the wrong place at the wrong time, but BOO was just….. bad.
Rick basically had a trope. He would give an unspeakable backstory to our new characters, something they would NEVER tell anyone bc oh how the lord will judge them (rolls eyes) and then when their friends find out, oh look, nothing happens. Then there’s an unspeakable villain that they must defeat, and they’re all shivering and quaking in their boots, there’s some fainting and fighting, but nobody is really hurt. And then everyone’s gonna find a love interest somehow, ignore all the trauma and the pain, forget that they spent some time in Purgatory or that they were teenagers on a warboat fighting monsters day and night for months, and stay alive! Obviously only 1 pep talk will make Annabeth ignore Percy’s dark side, and obviously some pizza fixed the boy right up ofc. Rick didn’t even have the decency to kill Leo off and let him stay dead, ofc he paired him up with that chick on that island that conveniently falls in love with him. And Magnus Chase is written brilliantly and differently, but Trials of Apollo is starting to show similar tropes with the exception that it’s Apollo’s narration and he’s a god so that’s different. In the end, the final war was so…. lame? We had Hades emerge from the grounds turning the tide. We had Poseidon ride in forgoing his battle with Oceanus to win the war with Typhon. We had a heartbreaking final scene with Luke. It was so beautiful, so sad, so poignant, like Harry Potter but shorter. HOO was so poorly written, except for obscure mythology, new characters and shock factors that weren’t so shocking. Rick basically gave us a series that was just a bunch of fan service, what we didn’t even ask for in the first place, and whole bunch of hot air in a super grand balloon with a smiley face on it, instead of a warship marked with death.
anyway TL;DR HOO was meant to be more tragic and more beautifully written and better and bigger than PJO and it just fell so damn short it’s fucking hilarious. Basically the 1st person narrative is a whole lot better to write tbh it would have been better if he just wrote it that way would have left a lot more space and time to actual plot and development. i loved the new characters and the diversity and backstories, but BOO was soooooo bad it basically ruined the whole series for me
As many have correctly assumed, I will not be moving forward with the series finale of THAT GUY, nor am I continuing my partnership with Black&SexyTV. The details of my choice to separate are irrelevant and don’t negate the fact that amazing content was made through blood, sweat, and many tears.
I would like to thank my fellow co-founders, Dennis Dortch, Numa Perrier, and Brian Ali-Harding for one of the greatest and most eye opening experiences of my life. I’d also like to thank my mom (aka “The Den Mother”) for making sure that our “little company that could” had whatever it needed, whenever she could provide it. I thank my Dad for being one of the dopest writers I could ever have on my team (even though it was #HellaAwkward when he asked me what “an Aquafina flow” was referring to.) I have to thank my squad, who has come through for me, time and time again, during the good, the bad, the ugly and the awesome. And last but not least, I thank the fans who have supported me from my very first creation, The Couple, all the way up until now. I see you. I appreciate you!
Almost 4 years ago, I was laying in the bed thinking about the dudes I had let slide into my DMs (or life for that matter). And, although not disappointed about my choices, I was definitely concerned about the two types who seemed to be a constant. One was ‘the sweet broke dude" who just couldn’t, or wouldn’t, get it together, forcing me to do it for him. And the other was “the charming asshole” who was always too close to getting me to play myself. But when I hit my girls about it, I realized, I was not alone, we all shared a commonality in dating these two very specific men. “But why? Why do we date them? What is their story? And can I tell it as a woman ?” I wondered.
After things didn’t go as I planned on other shows, I felt like I needed to tell a story that was my voice, my vision and my journey, and viola…THAT GUY was born.
After assembling my autobots (cast & crew), I ripped pages from the Book of Jeanine, and set out to make a loosely scripted show about two homeboys just trying to figure out life.
Who knew this guerrilla style, 1st person shot narrative would eventually, after many fumbles, develop a heavy cult following and the loyalist fans I have ever seen. And when I say loyal, I mean LOYAL.
For 3 seasons (or 2.9) & a movie, my team and I produced one of the most game changing series to have ever hit the internet. The fact that some people weren’t sure if it was reality tv, scripted or a vlog is proof enough that we did something special. Despite a lack of funds, miscommunication, egos, massive rewrites, and Murphy’s Law, we managed to come out on top as the crowd favorite.
I’ve been blessed to have created many shows but I truly believe THAT GUY represents my life’s work to this point. Judah, Mike & Deon are not just property to me. They are my fictional blood relatives. Nothing is more painful than to leave them behind. But I know that what lies ahead will grant me the opportunity to create more characters, twist more storylines, and force me to add more money to my swear jar.
A former mentor of mine once told me that I was nothing short of a Mafia boss. Offended at first, I kept questioning why. I now see that the comment was about loyalty. It was about my goodfellas and me moving forward swiftly and firmly in this unforgiving business of entertainment maintaining our loyalty to one another. Mafias, ever so organized, stick to a code of honor, and everyone has a chance to play to their strengths.
My tribe has made it clear they trust me and have chosen me to lead.
I graciously accepted the role.
Dick Wolf once said, “It’s show business. No show, no business."
I’m excited to move forward with nine27 Entertainment, vowing to continue creating "unapologetically” creative content that speaks the truth of my generation.
I promise to be in your house, on your screen, in your ears and on your mind, while genuinely, and honestly representing the souls of the underrepresented, millennial African-Americans, those left behind, and all those without a soapbox.
I will continue to create happily and, God willing, fruitfully through music, TV, film, web series or any other platform that comes my way.
So thank you to everyone for directly or indirectly, helping lay the foundation for my next stage in my life as a creative.
1- thank you for the blog, it’s a great thing to do 2 - Do you have any tips on introducing background info on the characters in a 1st person narrative without it feeling like the character is going on an out of the blue monologue about their past?
1) Aww, you’re very welcome, and thanks for the thanks! :) <3
2) The best way to do it is break the information up into smaller bits, then find places to slide those bits in. Look at each piece of background information and figure out when in the story is the latest it can be introduced. Then, look for a place to work it in before that.
Some of that information can come across through exposition, some through flashbacks or recalling a memory, and some through dialogue. Think about things that could trigger the introduction of this information. Objects, prompts from other people, revisiting a particular location, sensory prompts, etc.
Do you have favourite bottom louis fics with a good plot? Like i mean i just dont want to read smut you know? I would be very happy if you helped me out for that too. Thanks in advance xxx
Yeah, I sometimes think our fandom is just a little bit overwhelmed with smut, it’s not bad but it can be tiresome from time to time. I prefer btm!L, too; tho I skip all the smut when I’m not in the mood :)))
I actually don’t have absolute favorite fics, cause I think all fics are interesting in their own ways, so here are 3 fics that I like (I choose randomly among others) in each category, I hope you enjoy them (maybe you know them already :3)
The one in which One Direction in 2015 still includes Zayn, and nothing has been right between Harry and Louis for a long time now. Louis is certain that the situation he finds himself in won’t change anything at all - he doesn’t want it to, if he is honest with himself, as he doesn’t want this situation to be a situation in the first place. Canon compliant, relationship issue, angst | POV: L | mpreg!L
For 1D Winter Fic Exchange 2015 | @1dwinterexchange Louis is just a boy with the world on his shoulders, and Harry’s just a boy from the wrong side of the galaxy. A little thing like love doesn’t stand a chance against a thousand years of war, at least until the right two come along to break the mold. Or: space Romeo and Juliet, minus all the suicide.
Harry is a reckless god of war, Louis is a muse unspoken of, and their love might not be written in the stars. Mythology | POV: both, abrupt switch | bottom!L From the tragic story of a muse and a godseries (2 works)
for One Direction Big Bang: Round Four || @1dbigbang Harry’s going to audition for The X-Factor in a few days, he really can’t use this persistent tickle in his throat. What’s even worse is when the tickle turns into a full blown cough, and the cough makes him pass out only for Harry to wake up in a different world. And then another one, and another one, and another one. The only other person who seems to be as affected as he is, is a boy with blue eyes who keeps showing up in every single one of these worlds. Time travel; muiti AUs: modern, Hogwarts, fantasy, royalty, mythology | POV: H
It’s been three years since the devastating accident … three years since Louis walked out of Harry’s life forever. Now living on opposite continents, Louis is Oxford’s rising star and Harry is LA tabloid fodder, thanks to his new rock star status and celebrity “girlfriend”. When Harry get stuck in New York by himself, chance brings the couple together again, for one last night. As they explore the city that has become Louis’ home for few nights, Harry and Louis revisit the past and open their hearts to the future-and each other. Famous (pianist-L, musician-H), reconciliation, inspired by book | POV: H, 1st-person narrative Sequel to Given a chance…
If you want to read the more recent fics, please take a look at my H/L Spring Exchange 2016 posts (those with asterisk [*] are fics I enjoy a lot). Or check out all the fics in this blog so far with detailed ‘bottom’ notes listed in this database:)
You know how sometimes you read insider accounts from people with glamorous jobs, and even though they telling you that it’s hard work and not all that it’s cracked up to be, you still come away feeling like, jeeeez, I wish I could be a model?
I thought I saw someone asking me about why I was asking about narratives somewhere in the replies (i.e., whether I was planning to write something in that style) but I can’t find it now, so I’m sorry if I missed your reply when I was writing up my responses!
The short answer is that I’m reconsidering my narrative voice for The Trade (…again…). It was third person past. Now it’s first person present. But I’m revisiting a LOT of my ideas and plans and trying to flesh them out into something sustainable and part of that means revisiting my decision to go with first person.
The longer answer is that I think about narrative voice A LOT. It’s probably the wrting mechanic that I spend the most brain power on. Because it’s SO CRITICALLY IMPORTANT to telling your story. It is, in fact, the act of telling your story itself. Everything else is secondary. You could have the best plot, the most engaging characters, but if your VOICE is annoying or boring or grating your story won’t work.
I decide to wave at Katarina as I spot her in a cafe. Normally, I play her in the mid lane and do excellently. However, I'm still nervous since she is The Sinister Blade and I'm just some dude with a burn notice on his shoulder. At any rate, if she notices I hope she doesn't notice my complete and utter nervousness (summonerpyloncrafter, a muse who wishes to encourage your 1st person narrative)
I notice you waving at me so i smile and wave back, thinking to myself “hes so nervous, i wonder why.” (thank you so much :D i hope you enjoy my writing…although im not the best at it haha)
lmao but why do people don't like fics that are in first person?? like I don't understand this much dislike towards it can you please explain?
fuck if i know anon! i’m just as confused about it as you! starboy is in first person and it is literally my favorite fic. i’m so fucking proud of it. my first person is ~*flawless*~
i think some of the dislike of first person comes from 1) overuse in YA novels, 2) self-insertion of the author into the work (I think we all agree Bella is basically just Stephanie Meyers…) 3) limiting perspective (Katniss never knows what the fuck is going on).
my least favorite thing in 1st person narratives is when we have a “mirror” scene where the protagonist is looking at themselves in the mirror and describing what they see. “I brush my auburn hair off my face and look at myself in the mirror. My mom says my eyes are my best feature but I think I’m rather plain looking.” then again, on the other hand, think about yourself in middle school or high school and how often you spent looking at yourself in the mirror and idk, these scenes don’t seem that ridiculous.
A problem I have with 1st person when writing it, is that it is far too easy to allow your narrator to become OOC. Starboy was hard because Levi isn’t someone who talks that much (despite his assertion to Eren that he’s always talkative) so having something set from his view point makes him seem rather effusive when we know he is stunted and awkward. It took a lot of wrangling to not insert my own voice into his mouth (idk if I did that great a job, but hey I tried).
1st person can also be a useful tool. For example, Joy to the World was a fic about identity so it made sense for it to be in first person. Because it was all about self…so…duh.
Basically, anon, idk, I don’t know why people dislike it. People read what they want to read. I know I just finished Ghost Story (jeanmarco) by avoidingavoidance and it was 1st person and one of the best fics I’ve read!
1st person doesn’t have to be a problem to overcome when writing/reading it can add a refreshing take on characterization and isn’t detrimental to the story. *shrug*
Isn’t it something when people talk of the 1800s, like it’s so distant, that we have no relation to it? Many people in their 80s today had parents who were born in the late 1800s, so it’s not as far back as you think. Your grandparents had grandparents. Think of when they were born. Exactly.
The great thing about talking to older people is the insight they have. It’s an insight that can only come with time. Being an educated, well read and smart young person will not give you this insight. Reading about history is wonderful (this depends on who wrote the history), but nothing can replace lived experience. Only time will give this to you. Obviously, if you’re reading about someone like Mansa Musa, then you aren’t going to come across anyone with lived experience. I mean history within the last century. I can read about Nigeria’s struggle for independence from the British, or I can ask my parents who lived through it, which will no doubt augment what I read by filling in the gaping holes that got left on the editing floor, or give insights and perspectives that never get written down (of which there are many).
As a child, one of my favorite things was just being in the presence of my grandmother. She lived with us in her last years. She was a reserved woman who should have been very bitter given the life she lived under British colonial rule, but she was joy personified. However, when she spoke what she said carried weight. Things that seem far removed from you aren’t really that far once you have a human bridge to connect you.
I’m interested in narratives that connect us. Narratives that shift the focus inwards. I’m not as concerned about the ruminations and opinions of outsiders on firsthand and lived experiences. That shifts the focus on what is important, which is lived experience and personal narratives. There is an authenticity that remains when your uncle tells you about when Obasanjo led troops in a military offensive now known as ‘the invasion of Umahia’ during the civil war, or how during Operation Leopard to defend Umahia, Biafrans shelled the Nigerian army and wounded their major general, Babangida, who as we know eventually became president after overthrowing Buhari who oddly enough he assisted in a previous coup to topple Shagari and he even became Chief of Army Staff in Buhari’s administration. I knew Babangida fought in the war, but I never knew he was wounded in the war. I had to be told that by someone who was alive to know. It was new information to me when I heard it.
With respect to being not far removed from things that seem far removed, in the US context, something like the mid 60s era civil rights movement might seem like a long time ago to young people, but my mentor in college put it to me in terms that makes you realize how recent this all is. He said “If you were born in the early 80s, you’re just a decade and a half removed from it.” No one born in the 80s is an “old person”.
Speak to the older people in your families while you still have the time. You might be surprised at what they tell you.