I dream
I dream of writing a book. A wonderful literal masterpiece like no other. I truly dream. I imagine myself at the book launch…signing off hundreds and hundreds of copies whilst swathed by fans from all corners of the world. I see myself at a book reading or at a cocktail hobnobbing with Chimamanda Adichie or Binyavanga Wainaina…or this literal genius from Ethiopia whose name I forget but who wears a beautiful afro and looks as mysterious as can be. But what I must tell you is this….it is a tough dream to accomplish. Writing a book requires one to pour themselves into the book..completely. It is is difficult for an author to disassociate from their work…because writing comes from the depths of depths. Writing exposes the depth of the author’s knowledge or the shallowness of the same. It exposes their ignorance, if at all and applauds their intelligence…their astonishing imagination..their humour...their...their...their everything! I dream ..I dream of being a writer and h