Friday, April 17, 2009
Thursday, April 2, 2009
To blog is fine, but to write is divine.
I am a writer. That’s who I see when I look in the mirror, not an ordinary face with bat-ear deformity. That’s who I aspire to be (at least that what led to writing that silly poem in 1998). But I understand how far-fetched a dream of basing my entire livelihood on writing is in this country and continent. I do not want to write my way to the top by writing the white’s version of Africa; what they like to read about Africa (of machetes, (e)maciated mothers, malnourished children, and mad men). I want to write about Africa, shedding postive light on her awesome cultures and sensibilities. But I also want to eat three square meals without batting an eyelid. Thence, I am studying medicine.
As I approach my penultimate I begin to think of my ultimate dreams—to write and to be read in the world over—and am happy am actually actualising these dreams (www.sarabamag.com). Am living it, reliving it, believing, leveraging it, beveraging it. Overthin! But I don’t write most of the time. Most of my best works are abadoned (half-cooked). And whilst I procastinate on completing them, am fully aware that one big time will NOT come for me to write to my fill. But all the same, I expect it.
Whilst am holiday-inn at home( by the way, home is ibafo, a town where people set to work after the sun rises and set with it talcum-laden after few hours), I hope to write to my fill in the next couple of months so help me GOD. So I would hope to post a 300 word stint here weekly and hope God helps me cos to write is really divine.
As I approach my penultimate I begin to think of my ultimate dreams—to write and to be read in the world over—and am happy am actually actualising these dreams (www.sarabamag.com). Am living it, reliving it, believing, leveraging it, beveraging it. Overthin! But I don’t write most of the time. Most of my best works are abadoned (half-cooked). And whilst I procastinate on completing them, am fully aware that one big time will NOT come for me to write to my fill. But all the same, I expect it.
Whilst am holiday-inn at home( by the way, home is ibafo, a town where people set to work after the sun rises and set with it talcum-laden after few hours), I hope to write to my fill in the next couple of months so help me GOD. So I would hope to post a 300 word stint here weekly and hope God helps me cos to write is really divine.
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