Er... what do we call that again? Life as a foreigner is quite interesting. You find yourself looking for common words and your brain takes you straight to voicemail. It’s fascinating to realise that what is a normal saying is actually an alien language to the next person.
Writing conflicted with my love for numbers, building models to point where I was confused, I didn't know what to do. What field to follow, life became less interesting because I had so many interests. I was confused.
All shall pass Life has always been good, everything went well. At school, I wasn't the genius but I was doing okay. Life after matric was so perfect, everything fell into place. I went to one of the best universities in the country immediately after graduation I landed my first job. God was truly alive.... Continue Reading →
Let the beauty flow I have always wondered how people get to write beautiful love poems, love stories. Where do they get their inspiration? How do those words get to flow so easily on paper? How the keyboard listens to their fingers and letter falls into place, forming beautiful sentences, lovely paragraphs. A few years... Continue Reading →