These words shall be my legacy. I used to be a rapper. I used to be a dancer. I used to read a lot. I used to have friends visit me at home. I used to be more social. I used to write poetry. I used to be a sculptor. I used to draw regularly. I used to make music. These are words I hope to never say. I used to make photographs.

And by the way, Everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. Nothing could ever dim from my memory the calmness of that cool afternoon. It was right after my second lesson when my Uncle Frank came to whisk me from boarding school. My teacher; Miss Okere called.

I want to become an author after I have grown up. Am I insane? There is no agony greater than bearing an untold story in you.

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