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Life has always been a blink to experience new things. For me, blogging was just an experiment to talk about the things that used to inspire me a lot It is business at particle time. However, everything changed when a call for word crafting was birthed. Marking the genesis of my journey with poetry, a love affair that never yields or is satisfied.

What triggered my poetry writing was the passing away of my dad. Which left me with a lot to say but without the proper way to say it. The only time I had been able to say anything was behind metaphors that carried my truth. Before that, I was never really within the art cycle but I only painted words for my own sake. I remember how I had to see life differently.

The only time I struggled to find the perfect words was when I was in FORM 1, recalling how others had the mums around them. I remember writing a song with the words:

"Life is not easy
Mum, I miss you
And the vacant seat you left
Feels cold to me
I wish I could hold you
I would tell you how much I miss you
Showing how you not being here has scarred me..."

So when my dad passed I learnt a lot about my family which used to be hidden now was there in the open
When my ink changed I transformed my writing into drafting poems that have become my bone as fail to showcase them enough. Just last year another topic sparked my interest that is culture. So I began again to paint words looking into what we have become, though the idea was to evolve into a podcast life happened. This resulted in my ink drying up for a season until this winter when I had to revisit my words once again.

It's funny that what we think is a waste of time can become therapeutic in some way. This was me in the beginning, but now I see the value my words have played in sharpening my life and inspiring me. Though poetry remains my drug of choice when comes to word crafting, I have also found the desire to paint my thoughts out.

Bleeding on paper cuts just to paint my truth out and play a role in curving history. This winter season I have found myself nesting words to keep warm. Being made aware of how change is the only constant in life makes me realize that I am coming into a full cycle once again. Finding love in the old again.