Sam:(over the radio) Flight 201, requesting permission for take off. Over.
Control Station: (Radio noises, beeps as a personnel speaks up) Sam, do we have to go over this again?. For the love of Richard Trevithick, it's a humour-rail-sitting-nose-diving-shaped adventure train!
Sam:(scratches his back of his neck, as he chuckles awkwardly) For the love of Richard who again?...never mind. I'm so sorry. You know, I always wanted to be a pilot but I had this fright for heights. There was this one time I...
Control Station:(Train station manger takes the mic from the personnel) Sam!, nobody wants to hear of your childhood whobidi whobidi who, If you don't get this train moving this instance, I will....
Sam:(puts up a "bored face" as he lip-mimics the manager while making funny faces) Alright, alright, over and out, sir. (drops the hanging transistor radio)Boring bunch of people.
Control Station(manager): You say?
Sam: (whispers a bit loudly to himself)Oh, sheet...metal!(frantically grabs the transistor) Everything is okey-dokey, sir.
Control Station(manager): It better be.
Sam:(switches off the transistor this time before dropping it) Phew!, that was close.
TWENTY MINUTES LATER
(Sam is seen licking his fingers as he just finished a full stack of pizza, chicken fries, doughnuts and a milk shake; the murmurings could be heard intensifying from the various coaches. He picks up the transistor radio hanging over the train ceiling)
Sam:(clears throats, repositions himself on the seat and he tilts the cap, he's wearing to the left; switches the radio's transmission frequency to that of the coaches) Ermm....sorry for taking your time, guys. You won't want a hungry man to dri—pilot this adventure train, would you?—we are called "locomotive pilots" in the States, guess that's why I choose this as an alternative to being an airplane pilot.
(burps) Sorry about that. We'll be taking off now, tighten your seat belts—oh, my bad. Just put on your laughing shoes, this ain't called an adventure train on a humourous railway for nothing.
(Clears throat) There are suspension air bags in case you feel all the air within you are gasping out as you laugh and also get ready to get your ribs cracked too. Courtesy of my personal benevolence— I've provided POP in your various counters for mending of cracked ribs—I'm a good man, ain't I?. Do enjoy the fl—never mind.
(drops transistor, puts his hand on the regulator, on second thought picks the transistor)...and please, don't lay a complaint to the company that I delayed your journey. If you do, I'LL FIND YOU AND I'LL KILL YOU!(chuckles) just kidding, but please for my sake, don't.
(shakes awake his assistant, 'Osmosis' who frantically grabs the transistor with the shouts of "Mayday!!". Luckily, Osmosis' transistor radio was switched off, so the shouts did not get to the passengers)
Sam: (stares at Osmosis, in a geez-what's-your-problem manner) What was that about!?!.
Osmosis: Sorry, bro...It was the first thing that came to my mind.
Sam: (frowns) someone might just jinx this ride with his overactive impulse(puts hand on the regulator apparatus)...and "Mayday" doesn't fit in there, we ain't in a flight or a ship, you know....emm....that's it, announce the take off to the altitude of 4000 feets.
Osmosis:(looks away as he mutters the word, "Janus" under his breath as he picks up his own transistor radio) And the journey starts in 3, 2.....1.
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LOL, HOPE YOU ENJOYED THE LITTLE APPETIZER....
Okay, let's discuss important stuffs that will enable us understand the book better;
Point of View:
First person's point of view(FPP) is employed in the story, and it sticks to the traditional "mono first-person view" throughout with the epilogue being the only exception.Inline Thoughts and Notes:
It is very important to note this, the thoughts in the story whether addressing the readers are Sam's thoughts and not mine. Sam is the "author", he might choose to add A/N or P.S while writing, but this is just for the in-the-content P.S's and A/N's.This does not include the opening notes and the closing notes. Asterisk-like emoji "🔅" will be used to indicate the start and end of "Sam's writings" where necessary.Sam's Thoughts:
Sam's thoughts while he is writing and also his thoughts then, when the action he's writing about, took place might come in italics. I trust you can tell which is which.Setting:
It's based in Nigeria, primarily, Lagos state. For that reason, native language(s), colloquial words, pidgin English might come in here and there. I'll try my best to explain after each chapter.Style of Writing:
Since this is meant to be a story written by our young lad, Sam to his readers,it is going to be in many ways, informal/colloquial. That affects the style of writing too. For example, "coz" can be used instead of "because". Although, the book is a Nigerian based story, it is heavily influenced by Western literature, so conversations can turn out "American-like" or "Nigerian-like".Characterisation:
Well...you can use your imaginative power to create that. Create your "Sam" the way you want him to look. Well, some characters are described, so that can also be a guide. If you don't like the idea, you can let me know via inline commenting.Editing:
Please, don't let it get too cringe for you. You might encounter errors as you read, as it's still undergoing editing(as errors are being pointed out or noticed). Do point them out too if you find one.Lastly.....
Eemm(coughs), this book might seem emm....a bit utopian...yeah, it might be a bit unreal but I do hope you still enjoy it anyway.
I think that's all for now. Thank you all for choosing this book❤️❤️. Do enjoy and don't forget to vote and comment as you read😉🙏
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