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Finding Me

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 hobby. Now, critical thinking has made me realise that all I need to make my hobby my future career is nothing but dedication and hardwork.
 So there you have it guys, I've officially decided to be a writer (fiction majorly because my imaginations are soo wild). From today, I baptise myself into the Writers Nation. So don't call me Winnietalker anymore , add respect for real mehn (in Francis Odega's voice) and call me Honourable Fiction Writer Winnietalker (okay that's a joke).
This is a late post , its 9:50 pm on a Saturday night so go to bed and prepare for the new week. But hey don't forget to share this post on your social pages.
Bon Nuit.

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  1. Unknown3 October 2015 at 22:15

    Hmmm awesome stuff.. Me am sha waiting for the money😍😘

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    1. Amodu Winnie16 October 2015 at 09:30

      Thanks but I'm not sure about the money part . My money is for my future kids 😏

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  2. Unknown4 October 2015 at 07:04

    Funny but critical. Triumph Queen Winnie!

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    1. Amodu Winnie16 October 2015 at 09:31

      Thanks Ibrahim. I appreciate your continuous support.

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