Ever since the Stork butter ad aired on national tv a few years back, 'blogging' has risen every man to bet the stakes on their writing capabilities and spew every emotion and thought that sparks in their pip.
Known to swim in thoughts of curiosity, i decided to see what the devil has come up with this time. Inspiring, appealing, Funny and some times falling to the extremes of the contrary, the 'blog generation' has hit a note. What a great concept...except im very private.
I'll let you in on a secret, i was ranked the top of my class and fair particularly well academically. Despite my impressive reports from my Lecturers at University, my English teacher at school always negative marked me for being too colourful on my essays but would commend my ability to understand and produce written pieces based on emotion. Then again, her topics was as imperturbable as her daily composure. Despite her personality, she shared my passion. She gave me my first poetry book. Maya Angelou. And Voila, there it was...
Inspired by this phenomenal women, i entered a competition under an alias. I didn’t write to win but to test the waters, and frankly, i didn’t care if anyone read my poem, let alone think it was a winner. I just wanted to save my string of words somewhere...even if it was cyber world.
To my surprise i won. The unexpected email sent to me with the subject line written in bright purple brought a new kinda mischief to my play. I felt like a super hero.
Inevitably, the 'blog generation' appealed to what i can do. A little diary of my 'stuffies' and 'thingymabobs'. Im not too concerned with how many hits i have nor am i concerned with haters. I write poems. A spill of words in encrypted written pieces that glorify who i am and how i feel at a given moment. In other words, heres my passion, enjoy it.
With Love
xxx
