I grew up reading anything I could get my hands on; papers I picked up on the roadside, story books, my school notes and so on. Naturally I developed an imaginative mind, building castles all over the place. Anyway the reason why I think I can make it as a writer is the appreciation for my work by the instructors at the University of the People, where I am a student. One of the courses I enjoyed most was World Literature, which required us to write creatively. My classmates and especially the instructor Dr. Joseph Szewczyk responded well to my stories. Below is an excerpt from my story, A Night of Horror:
...Dusk was setting in, and he was still trying to make up his mind on what to do, when he suddenly perceived a powerful presence, which made him look nervously around him in one quick sweep. Seeing nothing, he quickly composed and sent a text message informing his colleagues that he’s off to get them toiletries, and started the engine. Just a short distance away from the thickly wooded forest, a solitary figure fully dressed in black and blending with the shadows watched Buhari drive away, then an ominous smile formed on the evil ragged face....