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How I started writing
I lived in the comfort of solitude
drowned in the river of self-pity
as powerless as an infant
I retracted to my shell
until It came calling
beckoning to me like a child
like lightening, a surge ran through me
leading me to a world of fantasies
where the night turned day
flowers, decorated with rainbow colors
fairies danced to the rhythm of the wind
and that was when I birthed It
My first story
written with the finesse of ignorance.
© Conteh Sama
drowned in the river of self-pity
as powerless as an infant
I retracted to my shell
until It came calling
beckoning to me like a child
like lightening, a surge ran through me
leading me to a world of fantasies
where the night turned day
flowers, decorated with rainbow colors
fairies danced to the rhythm of the wind
and that was when I birthed It
My first story
written with the finesse of ignorance.
© Conteh Sama
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