Last night, right before I went to bed (before I switched my light off), I was reading Harmattan Rain. The book is about the lives of three generations of women.Written by Ayesha Harruna Attah. She put dates to most of the events that happened. Even though the novel is fictional, some events that happened such as Ghana's political instability in the '80s was true.
I realised after reading that, I don't remember the exact age I was when certain things happened to me. I'll be telling someone the story and I'll go like, ''When I was 14 or 15''. Why didn't I keep a journal? Ok, to be honest I know why. I felt it was stupid. I didn't see why I had to. I regret not keeping one now.
What if I decide to write a story about my life. I won't be able to place dates to the things that happened. Trust. The story of my life is pretty interesting. I have been through a lot and it will be really dope to read or watch a movie or mini series about it. I am earnestly going to start trying to recall my shit.
I am doing this. I must.
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