Favorkhaoya

Dear Writer, As I pen this letter to you, I envision a fellow dream weaver, traversing the labyrinthine passages of creativity, seeking solace amidst the tumultuous storms of inspiration and self-doubt. I have watched you from the periphery of your literary endeavors, marveling at the tapestry of tales you conjure with mere ink and paper. And so, I am compelled to send this letter - a gentle breeze of encouragement to carry you forward on your writer's odyssey. In the realm of writing, we wanderers often find ourselves grappling with a tempest of emotions. The euphoria of birthing a new world, the frustration of writer's block, the anxiety of exposing our souls through ink-stained pages - it is an eternal dance of light and shadow. Yet, it is precisely amidst these tumultuous waves that writers emerge as alchemists of language, transforming thoughts into tangible art. As you navigate this perilous sea, remember that writing is not a solitary pursuit. It is a dance o...

  It's been a minute since I wrote. Not a hot fleeting minute like a summer crush or the burning out of a candle wick. It's more of the length of time it takes to burn down a nation. Talking of burning nations, my nation is currently burning. Literally and figuratively. There is the government, the opposition, the government apologists, and those who are fueled by chaos. It's a whole hellfire out there in the streets. I would highly recommend that if you can't run or fight or see in the smoke-filled air, stay in your house! Duvet warmth will keep you warmer than the fires being lit on the streets.  So where was I? Oh yeah! My writing break. To be honest, I can't explain why I haven't been writing. What's more unfortunate, is I can't explain a lot of things. I can't explain why I wanted to wake up early today morning, I can't explain why I did wake up early and still went back to bed. Nor can I explain why after I woke up feeling energized, I spen...