At an early age, in the primary school, I was attracted to books. Then, though yet unknown, I recall that it was the discovery of a gift, an imaginative mind.It began like this.
In my primary school, while I was in primary 1, the school set up an extra-curricular activity where the pupils were given story books every friday, to be read over the weekend. It was a paid program, but my parents didn't pay for me, I don't know why. One day, one of the teachers, I don't know what she saw in me, suggested that I be given, and from that day I began enjoying the opportunity without payment. This began the development of the gift of imagination in me - which is most useful for me today , giving birth to this gift of writing, and also, comprehensive reading, in me.
One day, in my high school ( secondary school), we were given a classwork, an essay. At the end of it, I finished first, and my teacher commented, after exclaiming,"you can actually write a book, you know," and here it is.
