These are examples of voice-over demos from writer and speaker Chimezie Ihekuna (Mr. Ben).
Chimezie Ihekuna
My Publications (Titles and Links)
All of Chimezie Ihekuna (Mr.Ben)’s work is available here. Wild Dreams Publishing, based out of Australia, will print a collection of Mr. Ben’s work soon.
This is a historical novel set in the year 102. Lucius Marcius is a wealthy Roman architect who has settled in Britain with his wife and children. His eight-year-old son Gaius has been very ill. Lucius has promised to obtain a boy for Gaius as a personal slave and companion. When Lucius sends a man to go bring in the boy Gaius wants, the boy, Verluccus, tries to run off. The man has Verluccus branded. Lucius becomes very upset about the pain that has been inflicted upon Verluccus. Verluccus runs away again when the opportunity presents itself. Nine years later Verluccus is captured during a fight, but Gaius returns him to Lucius.
This is a very well written historical novel that has suspense and intrigue. It will keep the reader interested to the very last page. I am sure you will enjoy Brothers of Britons and Romans as much as I. I highly recommend it. It would also make a great gift for someone you know.
Better Days are Coming: Surviving Breast Cancer by Marcy Browning
Better Days Are Coming is the true story of Ms. Browning’s struggle with breast cancer after she was diagnosed. She has written it from day one of her diagnosis, all the way through chemo, surgery and survivorship. It is a very detailed and touching account of how she went through the pain of her treatments and surgery. She had a remarkable support system in her family and friends. Her bravery in never giving up and staying strong is amazing. This is a very important book in the way of telling it like it is from the beginning to survivorship. This book is an amazing story of this very brave woman who is an inspiration to all. It can be an encouragement for not just those with breast cancer but any cancer. The most important part of the journey is having your support system in place, doing your research and trying to be optimistic in the face of a horrible and devastating disease. This is the story of the hardest fight for her life to become a survivor. I think all women should read this. I very highly recommend this book.
CHEETA POST / REFLECTIONS ON A TWO-DAY SOLO HIKE TO MOUNT TAMALPAIS
Sunday April 29th, 2018
I am on the side of a mountain, looking straight up at the top of Mount Tam looming above me, much larger & closer than I’ve ever seen it. It is about mid-afternoon, clear sky, sunny, 60 or 70 degrees: a perfect day. Yesterday evening I set out, on foot, from Greenbrae, carrying a backpack, bag of groceries, tent & sleeping bag. My original quest was to make it all the way to the top of Tam by tonight. I told Jim to think of me & wave up at the mountaintop this evening around sunset. That plan has proved slightly overambitious. Burdened as I am, & not having brought adequate water, I am settling for the spot I’m at now as my bed for the second night — within sight of the summit (& how!), but still hours of steep hiking away from it, no doubt. I guess that I am on the crest of one of the neighboring slightly smaller mountains; not King Mountain but the one flanking Tam on the other side. Fair enough. I’ll come back, better prepared & hopefully in company with friends, soon to achieve the pinnacle. For now, this is a dramatic enough view to enable me to gain some perspective, as was my hope before setting out.
Yesterday I hiked up through Madrone (or Baltimore) Canyon — barely resisting the urge to stop by M’s house along the way (she whom I have nicknamed The Madwoman of Madrone Canyon) — marveling at the beauty of it &, I must admit, envying those who make their home there. I was filled with the conviction that it is the most enchanting place I’ve ever been, as far as places where large numbers of humans make their home. I mentally compared it with the most astounding neighborhoods I recall from my wandering days in San Francisco (Diamond Heights, Grand View, Mt. Sutro, Twin Peaks, Noe Valley, Liberty Hill), but even they fell short, I felt. There is just a kind of celestial tawny redwood glow to this valley that is virtually indescribable.
I followed Dawn Falls Trail to the point where it became steep; then, since it was already dark anyway, I bedded down for the night. Couldn’t figure out how to properly pitch the tent (which I borrowed from someone else), so I just zipped myself & sleeping bag inside it as an extra layer of protection. I did not hang my food bag from a tree branch, but stashed it some distance away, so that on the off chance any tough forest customers with the munchies happen by, they would hopefully direct their energies that way & leave me in peace.
I was left in peace. Indeed, it’s a bit ironic that I lay awake with anxieties for hours — fearing animals, fearing rangers — because last night was by far the quietest, most peaceful, most utterly still & undisturbed night I’ve had in… I really don’t know how long. The deep dark hush of the canyon was complete, a thick black blanket, undisturbed even by wind, which was blocked by the towering stone goliaths that hemmed me in. Deep in the night when I awoke to listen, I literally heard nothing at all, beyond the softest noise of birds & tree branches creaking. It was so still & calm, it almost kept me awake, in a backwards sort of way, dreading a noise that would break the silence & signal an intrusion — an intrusion which never came.
“Is he kind of Jack London-ing it?” I heard a couple joggers say early this morning, when they passed me still laying inside my improperly erected tent. I think that’s what they said. I’ll have to Google that.