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DAVID ADENIYI PRODUCTIONS, #12
First, I’d like to offer my most sincerest apologies for my long absence here. Let me just say “life happened”. It wasn’t planned at all. All the same, I do hope I was missed. The last two months has been particularly…eye opening, for lack of vocabulary. It has been a period of learning indeed. The teacher? LIFE
I like to see myself as a glass half full kind of person, always choosing to see the positives in every situation. Hence, I believe that the break severed its purpose. I’m back and better- I hope, and there will be no more breaks- I pray.
I’m also pleased to announce to you that my very first movie script is very much in the works and I’m so excited about it. It has always been fascinating to me, writing a story. It gives this god-like ability, to be able to create living characters and determine their fate just by the stroke of a pen. Amazing!
So guys, wish me luck and say a prayer to the god of creativity for me.
I’m back.
Here’s a poem(ish) “I’m sorry” gift:
I feel like a small god writing my stories. Life is so uncertain and events just happen, mortals having little or no power at all over them. This is why I write, because then I can decide what happens to who. Who gets the girl. Who escapes death. Who goes to jail. Who becomes stinking rich. With my characters, things are different. I am the author and finisher of their fate.
Or so I thought when I set out writing. Except certain things about my creations were not as easy to change. It seemed as though each forged its own path as I wrote, determining their course. I fashioned a girl, but she soon grew into a woman. A man, but he too became king. Alas! I don’t have the sovereignty I so desire. Perhaps, this is how God feels.
Finally, I have come to the conclusion: Maybe we wield more control than we realize. If a girl can grow into woman, if a man can become king. By taking charge of their lives early enough. Maybe I can determine my own fate, and be whatever I want to be. Although, I hope it is not too late.