ℙ𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕪 𝔹𝕚𝕣𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕕 ℙ𝕒𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟.

Precarity Birthed Passion.

Dedication

To my mama who years ago loved, cried, and read. Today I write. Thank you.

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One of my earliest memories heavily revolves around an argument that my mother had with my father. As I got older, I came to the realization that that was one of the last disagreements they had. It was the very reason she raised me all alone. They had separated, and I too from the world; one where I thought I did not belong.

At the age of nine, I made an accidental but what would be a life changing discovery. I had found that my mother was an avid reader, and she had an enormous secret collection of romance novellas. Of course, I started reading them and almost completely clandestinely. This continued for roughly two years. Though I barely understood what I was reading, I became infatuated with the idea of being able to hide in intriguing books. Shortly after, I started writing my own stories. I started writing stories about a springtime so vibrant it would make your heart flutter with contentment, and your eyes glisten with pure delight. Pieces about summers with that cool friendly breeze that would tenderly coax the tiny daisy flowers in dancing. Also, about a fall where my mama would dedicate cold evenings to making hot cinnamon coco. Coco so good that it could excite and transcends your sense’s ability of joy and satisfaction, and lots more. I started writing stories that I could share with other children who were just like me, a misfit and in search of a pleasant distraction.

I was now a preteen who frequently utilized the unused pages of her old notebooks to write about the life she wished she had, and sometimes the one she truly believed she deserved.

Growing up with a single parent was never easy. I watched my mother single handedly shouldered the many responsibilities of raising a child; a task initially intended for two parents. There were nights she went to bed without, just to make sure I went with. Then days where she never took off from work, just to make sure I did not miss a day at school. There were countless nights she cried because of the many uncertainties she faced, but many days she smiled for my only endeavor was to make her proud.

Amidst all of this, I wrote.

I wrote about charming moments where my mother would laugh heartily and without a care, all while we held hands running through bright fields of tiny daisies and high thin grass. I wrote about sunny days where she could be herself, where she could smile joyfully because she deserves to. Where she could be worry free, and the sun would only highlight the happiness she is experiencing through the windows of her still young eyes.

All I did was write, and then wrote some more.

Why Writing?

By the age of 14, writing became my ultimate passion, and it has remained that way ever since. Today, many people follow me and revel in reading my stories. I believe this is so because the stories I write and share provides a place where many are able to escape the pressures of life, however briefly. In addition, I also share my experiences through writing. I share my experiences of uncertainties as a teen, loss, love, and healing.

Writing brings me one of the purest forms of joy and fulfilment I have ever known. The ability to change the lives of others, especially those of teens and young adults through writing has honestly been a privilege. Writing is what helped me through my times doubts and I would love to be able to give back. Through proper monetization, not only would I be able to reach a larger audience of readers, but I would be able to support others and build dreams that could revolutionize the world. I would be able to help more people especially adolescents in achieving their goals and become the best versions of themselves. In a perfect world, I would love to partner with brands and publishers that promotes selflove, confidence and positivity. I would love to see young adults grow into leaders and into people with stories that they too, can one day write. It is my greatest wish that today’s teens and young adults, know that someone believed in their capabilities; believed in them. I have reached thousands of readers online through writing, and I would love the chance to reach millions more.

So, until then I will write, and then write some more.