As a child growing up in Africa, I often wondered what I would not give for a chance to experience life on those other patterns on the world map; the people, what they wore, ate, how they spoke and thought. Soon, that hunger became somewhat satisfied, as morsel after morsel of literature filled my “emptiness”.

Have you ever stopped to wonder how a well told story possesses the ability to transport its readers to places unknown? The art of vicarious living becomes perfected wittingly or otherwise by readers who immerse themselves in depths of stories.

Differences in beliefs, cultures and traditions, will always be integral to our experiences as humans and how dull our world would be, if we all had a mono-directional point of reference, with no discoveries to further intensify our beliefs or shift our leanings. How less tolerant we would be were it not for illuminating literature!

My stories are inspired by African cultural narratives; beliefs and how they affect human relationships and interactions. With any luck, the ‘dark continent’ – Mother Africa, will through my written pieces, become better appreciated for Her iconic resilience and how She is able to rise from existence on the fringes of light to its apex, shinning forth to even the farthest thirsty minds and reaching out for a warm handshake with the other patterns on the world map.