Words, words, words, they have magic that is why I was born as a writer

Words written by Charles Dickens still haunt me at night

Words still fresh in my ears when my mother used to read to me Charles Dickens before going to bed

I knew deep down into my heart I will be a great story teller

I can do nothing else but write and keep on writing it always come bursting out of me

I have written dozen short stories

I am to be a published author, a good author with an aim like hammer in the hands of a laborer