Izu Obi

My book was spurned off the ideas of vampires storming the city of Lagos and sipping the residents bodily fluids. I was seventeen at the time and I'd already hand made several comics which I usually shared with my class mates for a fee. It was a nice idea and I thought originally I'd make it a comic, but my mother (who's an English teacher) suggested I write a full fledged novel. I agreed if only she would help me with the process. It took five years to publish (juggling my engineering studies with book writing was a big adventure). I'm ever glad that I did

when I was young, I was bad at perhaps everything. I was a big klutz and a bad conversationalist. Naturally, everybody thought it was something I'd outgrow. like an eye infection, or a speech impediment. NO, to my dismay, I'm STILL stuck with that problem. in fact, for years I've been at war with myself. Always daring myself to do this, take a drug to make me do that. Become the very sculpture everyone one has of me in their imaginations. I tried, but I just wasn't winning. after years of battle, I finally gave up on the war. I was a big LOSER. Just as all my secondary school teachers predicted.
I, of course, blamed anyone that got into my life; my mother, my sisters, my friends, myself, and even God.
That was until I met a friend who told me to stop moping about feeling sorry for myself and do what I was best at. like a light bulb, it flashed inside my head. I knew it then. I could write! Everyone knew I could. only I wasn't aware of that until now. So I picked up my pen and took off.
The pen was my rocket out of despair, depression, self blame and suicide. The pen, in fact, is my motivation. and like a wise man once said, " I'd gladly trade my kingdom for a pen."