While on the beach, capturing my childhood memories, a young
man comes by, asking me to excuse his cow so they could pass. This memory
remains deep in my heart. And every time I think of this day, I hear the
roaring of the ocean waves, the laughter of the children and the moo of the
cow.
Come hear me whisper my writing journey through my past—the life in Africa that defined me, and through my present—the life in Canada where I found growth. Without both, I could have not written my novel, The Beggar’s Dance.
It's been over three years in the writing of The Beggar's Dance, and now it's ready to publish. Whether it chooses a traditional or self publishing route, neither one is going to fail me. Why? Because this is what I am supposed to do, share a story.
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| Oyster Bay, Dar es Salaam, Tanzania 1987 |
Come hear me whisper my writing journey through my past—the life in Africa that defined me, and through my present—the life in Canada where I found growth. Without both, I could have not written my novel, The Beggar’s Dance.
It's been over three years in the writing of The Beggar's Dance, and now it's ready to publish. Whether it chooses a traditional or self publishing route, neither one is going to fail me. Why? Because this is what I am supposed to do, share a story.
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