A little intro...

As a 12-year-old who grew up in a world of her mind, scribbling was naturally my companion...as natural as oxygen.

I had piles of wobbly looking, scattered, torn, ink-smeared papers, where I scribbled my vivid imaginations. They were super real to me, I lived in those stories and poems as the antagonist, the protagonist...I was the whole cast. I had no particular idea what I was doing but I loved it. In those pieces, I communicated, I expressed, I let my thoughts run freely without the fear of being right or wrong.

Growing older, I became fascinated with adverts on TV, billboards with a particular concern for how nicely persuasive the words sounded and seeking areas where I could rewrite them, adding my own ‘Ajasa’

I could go on and on about all the back-end scenes but I should stop here lest it becomes a historical speech. LOL.