My Journey As A Writer

My Journey As A Writer

MY JOURNEY AS A WRITER
Was it by coincidence or chance? I don’t really know but all I know for sure is that I discovered my passion and talent for writing before the age of ten.
I would write novels, stories plays but they all kept ending up in the dustbin- not even one reader. Well, by the age of twelve I was determined to break that jinx, its still fresh in my memory, I mean the day I took my novel to a printer; I walked in confidently and asked for the printer. “how can I help you boy?” the ugly woman inquired, I lost confidence at once when I stared at her face, “she must be wicked and lousy,” I said to myself. “Good afternoon Ma, I want to print this novel” I whispered, she didn’t hear me and again her scary voice hit me with fear, “Eh!” I faced the ground this time- a way regaining confidence, and then I came again, louder this time “I want to print this novel”. She took the twenty leaves exercise book from me, leaved it through and laughed “Nna, who sent you”? She asked in between laughter. I waved my head and before I could raise it the remaining three women has joined in the laughter, “Let me see”, the other woman said and took my object of mockery from her, then came a vote of confidence from the printer herself, “Nna don’t mind them, it is good but where would you get the money to pay?”
“I have it with me,” I replied. Surprisingly she asked, “Let me see”. I brought out a dirty five hundred naira note and the laughter intensified. “See go and call your mother” she said, and then I started leaving at once- I’ve had enough. “Come!” she called, I couldn’t look or go back to the shame so I took off.
That demoralized me, I quit writing until 2004 when I was in JSS2- this time it’s a drama I wrote and once again, I visited a printer, though another one this time. Well, he treated me well and agreed to print it and I paid five hundred naira as advance without knowledge of the full price.
I returned after six or seven months, he even recognized me, so I asked for the job “bring money”, was his reply. I think I was wise or maybe it was lack of cash because I walked away from his office.



One thought on “My Journey As A Writer” by Aderichardss (@poet)

  1. Surely, this is not the end.

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