°A Yoruba boy who can't speak Yoruba°
When I was 6, I wrote stories of insects as protagonists and how they were very smart, but rather underappreciated creatures that could be could just as well be murdered by a quick smack of hands.
By 7, I proceeded rather poignantly into writing about something bigger-rats! Yes, I found a new creature to bestow my love on in the art of writing, but as you guessed(if you did guess), I wasn't satisfied. I took a step further into writing about tortoises. Such greedy things those are! I made sure to always portray their selfish proclivity and political despotism! It still makes me cringe.
8, I moved to something bigger, in every sense of the word, something much more... dangerous, fierce, wild, flesh-craving, so to speak - Lions! It wasn't until I discovered the world needed voices like mine to be expressed about organisms like me and how they faced the problem of cultural/religious extremism, identity, terrorism, political manipulation, superstition and humanity itself that I began my quest on realist fiction.
And I'm hoping never to return to animals.
annoying sister, good ear for music, artistic precision, eloquence, perfectionist dad, great voice, rich culture, open mind.
pimples, patience, hate, snow, tooth ache.
- JoinedMay 12, 2017