The life and times of a writer.

The complexity of writing to a personal extent, but not giving away your emotional content.
This is something I find MANY people struggle with, in the sense that as raw and pure as we wish our writing to be, we still don't want you to know 'what makes us me'.
So we tweak and we twist and it becomes slightly unclear, and for you to judge, then becomes our fear.

'Deep' you know. A comment that has saved us, when people feel they can relate, but they know half of the pain as emotions been slain just to appear as a writer. But sometimes you see, we do exaggerate, when the situations really not that 'deep' so you see it goes two ways.

It's a talent and curse, this writing thing you see. For the normal ways of coping become unclear to me. I feel writing is the cure, yet the cause of all my pain, At the same time it brings a joy I'm yet able to explain. 'But you just have internet access, and put posts online, Your blog is an expanded twitter.' I get that all the time. I don't need to get angry, or owe them an explanation, My blog is who I am, even if it's just for recreation.

One day I WILL be recognised, and this blog will not suffice, to define or explain the journey which I took, but now you're reading this post and others you'll watch out for my book. I must thank those who secretly enjoy and constantly support  and for all the other passers-by (is that a word) I thank you for not  seeing my blog link and thinking spam report.

This is not a poem, although somethings seem to rhyme, but when you write a lot of poetry, you'll understand with time, That words are fun and deep simultaneously, and a writers words aren't truly what they seem. Don't believe me? Fine is this a poem or a rant? A thank you or complaint? Now riddle me that.

CONGRATULATIONS!!!!

This blogger is officially a graduate of the University of Leicester. A BSc holder in Business Economics. To God Be The Glory.
It's been a week since and I'm still hungover - not on alcohol, but excitment. There's been lunches and dessrts, and dinner and more...

Here's a couple of pictures. Enjoy.

Banks!

My LE Bestie. x

Econ Squuaaaa!!!

Femi forever posing.

Family

Grandma looking at Ola like 'Wossdimeeninovolldizjackie?'

We're complimentary to each other...

Meet Scott. My fave BSc buddy.

Catching bants with the bro 

T-SMOLLZ!! I love her  - simples!

Squuuaaa!!!!

Cousin Abby!

She's more than an ordinary friend.

Manny Can actully be a cutie.

Butterfly...

As I opened my eyes this morning, 

I stretched.

I didn't stop stretching.

I expanded myself.

I felt my outer shell breaking.

Is this Freedom?

I thought it was.

A spud of excitement grew within

But I kept on stretching, beyond control

Beyond my reach

Beyond the spaces that I actually know.

For a brief second, fear crept in.

I was scared, scared of the unknown

But it stopped.

The fear, the growth, the breaks.

Everything stopped.

I looked down

I was different.

I was beautiful.

I had features unique to myself 

But common to all. 

I wasn't sure what to do with it.

Then I took a step.

But it wasn't a step. 

I was flying

See I had wings

The most beautiful set I had ever seen

I had no ears for those who didn't believe so.

I took off and began to fly

I flew and flew into the darkest night

See all this while I was in a cocoon 

Sheltered from this world.

Hidden in darkness

In what I thought was my comfort zone

Little did I know there was a plan

I thought I could hide from it

Sleep it away

But it was a process...

A development

And now I fly today.

Today I am a butterfly.

I had no plan on writing that poem. I literally put my fingers to the keyboard and began to type and that all came out. I was gonna go on about how it's summer and how as a graduate and that I'm open to new things and how this blog will reflect that and how I've had bad experiences, and how I've been dwelling in them, hiding from the world, but now I'm ready to use them to grow. That was the point of the post, thats IS the point. And being a butterfly metaphorically represents it all.