Writing ✍️

Lol please forgive my lame topic, my brain felt like a desert when thinking of the “perfect topic”. While growing up I loved getting involved in a lot of creative activities; drawing, painting and writing. I wrote little picture books about beautiful things and creatures I wished existed then I would draw my own pictures, I used cardboards as the cover of these books. It’s sad I can’t find anyone of those books, those were my safe space 🤣. I have never been a social butterfly, always awkward but when I write or draw it was a different feeling for me.

My dad always encouraged me, he had a friend who had a book shop so once a week he would take I and my immediate younger sister to the bookshop to get books. Obviously he wouldn’t just buy a book and leave without catching up with his friend, so while my dad chatted with his friend I and my sister would read at least two books then buy an entirely different book when my dad was ready to leave. 😂 that was our way of beating the system. This filled my head with all sorts of exciting fantasies. I had so many books growing up.

It’s sad that I don’t read as much as I did when I was young, I tell myself I am too tired for it but I think that’s what happens during adulthood. So I have this terrible habit of being inconsistent with every passion I have, I pick up something I get really good at it and then I drop it, I think I get bored ( I am still figuring out why). I love to day dream of what could be and writing gives me the opportunity to be whatever the duck I want, I could be a fairy, superhero, rich, happy, serial killer, the possibility of what character I could assume is freaking wide. I spend so much time in my head because I am who I want to be so I decided that it would be even more exciting to document it and let another person experience it. I write because no one listens, at least when I write I could say it’s someone’s story, meanwhile it could be my past, present, future or better yet my reality in an alternate dimension.

Up until last few months I had not written since I was in my first or second year in the university and I never thought of blogging. I never really showed people my write ups so I just thought I was shitty at it so I just stopped it totally. One morning a friend of mine sent me a link to his blog, so I was reading through it and I kept getting lost and I thought out loud “why am I not a blogger…?” and my immediate sister was like “I swear you seem like a blogger” and that was when my blogging dreams was birthed.

My point of this ridiculous evolution story is that once you find that little thing that enables you to express yourself in everyday possible and most of all is your happy and safe place use it to the fullest. Don’t let anything even Nigeria or adulthood make you ignore it. It’s okay to do it for just yourself as long as you are doing it. By the way I am gonna try painting again I was quite good at it as a kid (it’s a random thought)

Xoxo