I was a teenager when it happened. I grew up in a slum, several miles away from anywhere. I spent a lot of time in these parts, walking around, playing football and such. Then when I went to high school I saw something different.
At first I thought of it as a destruction. I was a science student and the library wasn't supposed to be my favourite place, there was always the lab to go. But no, not me, I hid myself in the books, buried in imaginations and fantasies.
It was a different world out there and I loved it. I began writing there. Taking words and making them my own. It was like swimming across an ocean to the other aside, I had the strangest feeling.
Now with ink and a fresh page I've survived so many ills. I have a faraway look at things and I never look back. I failed my WASSCE final exams but I've written so much for myself. I'll do it again if I had a second chance for out of the ruins have I found my passion, Writing!
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