Impacting Positively

Greetings dear family! It is with a big smile on my face that I write today and I know most of you already know why. Well, for those who do not know, Binogun Winifred was nominated in the category of Best Teenage Writer in the Nigerian Writers' Awards (NWA). To begin with, this nomination has exposed me (laughing) , I know most of you thought I was way older and now you have learnt the truth. It is all good though, at least this way some people who have been asking when I am getting married will stop for now.     Age is actually a thing of the mind, so disregard my numerical age and keep respecting me, after all, I think I deserve it. I'm in my joking mood today, maybe because I'm back home with my family and I can finally eat good food and drink malt at my wish or maybe not. Maybe it is because of you! You dear readers who have always been there for me through thick and thinnest thin . I just want to say thank you and acknowledge the fact that my works have been influ

Reintroduction, I am Binogun Winnie, daughter of God and your African sister both in mind and flesh. One thing though has not changed and that is the fact that I still have the intention of feeding you good literary food. Today, I will be posting the highlights of my interview with Tinotenda Mushore, granddaughter of Andrea Jacob Mushore. He was the first black millionaire when Zimbabwe was still called Rhodesia. Enjoy!! I'm Tinotenda Alexandra Anesu Mushore, from the Shona tribe born and partly raised in Harare.My grandmother (ambuya) is one of the few women who was encouraged by her husband to be a proactive member in the society. No matter the circumstance  they found themselves, they always gave back to their community and even till now my ambuya still runs an orphanage. My granddad (sekuru) had aloof properties that he would rent to people that were not always given the opportunity to start their own buisnesses. Despite all his efforts during the agitation for independ

Hey you! What were you expecting to see here? Another poem?, oh I'm sorry but it is time out. Today I just feel like sharing something with my WT family . I know most of you who read my poems sort of envy my writing and the like. You likely think I've got this whole strong purpose driven mood in front of me. Truth is, for a very long time I've actually been struggling with myself. I've thought of several careers such as horticulture, painting , catering ,makeup artistry and even tailoring to mention a few (yes I said A FEW, its weird but I've been into a lot of things ). Nothing has really worked for me. However, the good news is that I have finally found my dream in my "sokoto"(Yoruba word for pants/trousers) after traveling to Sokoto . So close yet so far huh?  I know some people may be disappointed with this post because they actually thought I had found my dream much earlier. Truth is, writing has only just become my dream now. All along it was a h