You need a platform. No, I don’t mean platform shoes. You’re a 6ft tall man; what will you ever need that for?
By platform I mean something closer in meaning to that elevated place in your local church, covered in red carpet, where the pastor preaches. But remember: you’re not a pastor, and there’s no place for preaching here.
The platform you need is also called an outfit. This does not mean you do not have outfits. Your oversized shirts, Ankara tops and chinos trousers count for something. This outfit is not concerned with covering your nakedness. As a matter of fact, it will be used in opening your naked self to the world.
By now you should realise these are all metaphors. Clichéd? Yes. But wetin man go do?
See, you need this platform, these outfits, so your voice can be heard. You also need them so you won’t stare into space and make faces when important people walk up to you, shake your hand and ask, “What platform do you write for?”
And no, that obscure blog of yours doesn’t count. “Blogging is not writing. It is graffiti with punctuation.”*
*Quote from the 2011 movie, Contagion.