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Journey Back to My First Love : Writing

I’ve always loved writing. Ever since I could really. It was my salvation from a world that didn’t understand me. I used to write stories about the life I wanted. It felt like something Enid Blyton would’ve written. Except I wasn’t an English writer who made children’s imaginations run wild. I was a 6 year old who lived in Nigeria, with a very confusing relationship with her distant dad. I still wanted to live in Honeysuckle Cottage down a country lane somewhere.

I kept writing to process the perils of growing up in a popularity contest also known as Boarding School. I gave my characters slightly disguised pseudonyms to the peers I struggled to connect with (& those I did connect with - no one was spared!)

I always kept a journal. I remember my mum saying to me at age 11, that I shouldn’t as people always end up reading it. It was irony indeed at 14 when she was the one who invaded my privacy.
After that, I was cautious but I couldn’t stay away so I started another at 15, in a different county with bigger secrets.

I wrote my first blog at 17, and my now husband would read it. Through that blog I’d pour out my heart about unrequited love (which turned out to be requited) & other kinds or articles.

I then went to university to study English and Creative Writing, it felt quite indulgent at times. I never had big dreams of Authorship. I didn’t really know what I wanted to do with my body of work. I still don’t.

I started my 2nd blog after honeymoon when my husband returned to work on the Isle of Man. That blog, chronicled early marriage, pregnancy, motherhood, depression & lots of reviews. This felt like a full time job & although I enjoyed it, after 6 years I needed to stop.

After a 2 year hiatus, I started this blog. I am not as regimented about posting, I don’t do blog linkys as often nor do I participate in the blogging community as much as I did previously. I just write when I can/want to.

This brings us full circle!

I joined a writing group which would hopefully keep me accountable so I keep writing. I read through my journals & writing notebooks from years past and there are things that make me cringe but there are also things that remind me of how into writing I was. It was a way of life for me.

Join me as I rediscover my love, creativity & talent .



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