“I wrote my first poem at age 16 when I was in the final term of second year in senior high school. It was a poem titled “To Our Destiny”
I hadn’t understood what it meant to be a writer. When I wrote, it was to impress an inter-national audience at the Du-Bois Center. Sarah, my first reader expressed utter disbelief and asked if I wrote it myself. After I replied with a shy “yes”, she said “you are a liar!” I smiled. Then I showed it to a few more people. They did not believe either. I did not care. I did not have plans of writing anymore. I only felt proud that I had produced my own lyrical verses. I read it over and over again.
Subsequently, I entered it for publishing in my school’s magazine which was never published anyway. After that, I totally forgot I had written anything at all.
About a year later, sitting in a very noisy exam hall, I wrote another poem about life. One that reflected my past and directed my future. I showed “This Life” to my Lit instructor who described it as “deep” and “thoughtful”. I then remembered my first poem and decided to rewrite it and show to him as well. He said “you write well.”
Then, I knew I would write again… “