Thursday, 17 November 2011
what do i write?: scripts of a disillusioned writer
again, but we all know that a thief considers himself innocent because he does not have an opportunity to steal. Abeg, i tire. No more writing and playing with 'childish' fantasies. Maybe the literary spirits have conspired against me. I would look for a white-collar job. Or even one without collar sef. I would join the rat race. The only race where if you win, u are never a winner, but still a rat. Hmmm, but come to think of this, i wrote this, didn't i?