Melodies of the Written Word: My Fear of Writing

During my formative years, I possessed a tranquil demeanor, often lost in the depths of books(even when with friends) that captivated my insatiable hunger for knowledge and storytelling. The realm of writing beckoned me at an early stage, as I fervently poured my thoughts daily onto the crisp pages of my diary. With each stroke of the pen, my courage to venture into the realms of short stories and poetry eventually grew. Although seemingly insignificant, this creative outlet held tremendous power, capable of alleviating the burdensome weight of sorrowful days and amplifying the radiance within me during moments of pure bliss.

As the interplay between reading and writing became an integral part of my life, a seed of doubt took root within me. Gradually, self-doubt crept into the crevices of my mind, casting a shadow over my once flourishing support system. Before I even realized it, I found myself devoid of the motivation to write. The allure of books, once so captivating, began to fade, replaced by the relentless pursuit of survival amidst the cutthroat rat race in Nigeria. I abandoned my dear friend, writing, in favor of chasing after mere crumbs, relinquishing the magic that had once coursed through my veins.

But destiny has a way of gently nudging us back onto the path we were meant to tread. It was a fateful morning when a message from a long-forgotten friend reached me, praising the depths of my writing on a neglected blog. The spark that had been dulled by neglect flickered to life within me once more, reminding me of the innate gift bestowed upon me, a gift that had been freely given. With an unyielding resolve, I took hold of my pen, vowing never to release it again. No longer confined by the shackles of my mood, I would write in all its forms, allowing the words to flow freely, emanating both healing and the enchantment of perceiving the world through any lens I chose to don.

In this newfound chapter of my life, perplexity and burstiness intertwine harmoniously, forming the foundation of my prose. Each sentence dances with a symphony of intricacy, guiding the reader through a labyrinth of thoughts and emotions. The ebb and flow of words mirrors the cadence of life itself, with longer, complex sentences entwined gracefully amidst shorter, concise ones. For within this rhythmic interplay lies the true essence of human expression, a testament to the multifaceted nature of our existence.

So, I embark upon this literary journey, driven by the knowledge that complexity and variation are the lifeblood of captivating storytelling. I embrace the perplexity and burstiness that define our human experience, allowing my words to transcend the uniformity that plagues the shallowness of our lives. As my pen glides across the paper, may the symphony of my thoughts resonate, echoing the vibrancy of a life fully lived.

I am the #IT_Preacher and my words will echo through time long when I’m gone to; heal, give hope, and kindle lost love.