Many keep asking if I have stopped writing. No I haven't. Things took a different turn in my life and I needed to adjust. All there is to writing is life and its adventures. I took a break at life's adventures, so it is permissible that I had to go solo on writing too.
Writing is a part of me, something I have nurtured for so long. It is my voice. Until my voice is gone, I can not really stop writing. Writing for me is like dancing for another person. It is like drinking water to quench one's thirst or eating food to satisfy one's hunger.
At the beginning stages, my voice used to quiver. Then I started exercising this voice just so I could sound better. Then like the keys to the heart, I found the voice I needed.
Somehow in that voice came advocacy. That came with speaking up for the voiceless. And like any venture, my voice was fought again and again. I never asked for this gift, and I have never wished to lose that voice.
Voice of reasoning.
The voice of reasoning teaches you to be sober when need be. It teaches you to choose your words carefully and to use the power of writing to inspire change rather than tear people apart. And so with this gift comes all other kinds of voices. But you need to be careful which ones you listen to.
Old ways
Times have changed and that involves how things have rapidly changed around us. The last time this blog was updated was when I was in university. It's good to know that this is still a place I can flex my writing muscles. Hopefully, I will be writing on new events. We have to shirk off old ways and so shall this new muse inspire me to do.
