As we grapple with our new reality with the dawn of the social media and mobile money taxes, I am reminded of a past time when things were…less hard. I wrote this during that time. Enjoy this throw back post.
I am about to confess something that not a lot of people know about me. It may make you, dear reader, view me in a different light, however, I am coming out of the closet. *Deep Breath* I am big comic book nerd…I love me some superheroes.
First Term: March This is not it. This cannot be it. It’s not what is written in all those novels. The Mills and boon and all those other novels with the half-naked couples on them. Am I not supposed to be tingling all over? Or as the books say, ‘….in places that she didn’t even know existed…’ The books’ heroines spoke of a release like none they had never felt before, yet all i feel is pain and shame And I’m sure it’s supposed to last more than just one minute. This is very disappointing and embarrassing. I should probably …
I am very proud of myself. I’m all patting myself on the back, I made it to day 3 y’all!!! Without flaking out or getting lazy!!!! ….I hope it’s not a premature celebration though. Day 3…..today i share the first installment of a story I’m writing, just for just. I don’t have a title for it yet but I hope you enjoy it.
Day Two I started to write fiction when I was a teenager. At the time I thought I could write a the next best greatest teen romance novel. A better version of sweet valley high as it were…..my first attempt wasn’t that good but I guess I got better with time. My post today is a story I wrote for the first edition of the Dennis Assimwe’s Notes* short story writing competition and I am proud to say I came 7th!!! How? I’m still not sure…but this is my story, titled, The Statistic.