It’s been 3 years, 5 months, and 20 days since I last published on this blog. Quite a long hiatus! During this time, I learned about something called writer’s block, a condition where a writer loses the inspiration or motivation to write. However, I never really considered myself a writer. I’m still learning and recognize that becoming an accomplished writer takes many years. My first article, published in 2007 in one of Nigeria’s most popular newspapers, brought immense joy, especially engaging with readers and reading their comments. I missed that feeling since my last publication in 2017—until today.
Several factors contributed to my so-called “writer’s block.” For a while, I believed writing didn’t significantly contribute to my personal development, but I was wrong. Balancing daily life with writing, especially when it’s not your primary livelihood, often pushes it to the bottom of the priority list.
Another reason is my shyness. Sometimes, I shy away from my own ideas, preferring to keep them to myself. I remember in secondary school, I compiled poems, short stories, riddles, and jokes into a book. My father supported me financially to print the books, which I shared freely with classmates and friends. Yet, instead of crediting myself as the author, I credited a classmate who barely contributed because I was too shy to put my name on the cover. That was childish, of course, but I still struggle with shyness.
Now that I’m motivated to write again, I’ll start by recounting the major events of the past 3 years. Beginning with 2018, the year I lost my father, and how things have changed since then, leading up to 2020, the year of the coronavirus pandemic. I’ll share my experiences, thoughts on conspiracy theories, technology, and more.
Though we are still in January, I hope it’s not too late to wish you all a happy new year. Stay safe!
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