I Wanted To Be A Young Successful Author But…6 mins read

I remember back then when I got to primary 3. New area, new school. I still recall the short I wore that day, it was stripes. I’d be taken from the headmaster office and led to my new primary 3 classroom. And my new seat mate was a girl. I think her name was Elizabeth. She asked some questions which if you think I’ll recall as well, you’re probably nuts.

But in the long run, somehow someway, in the same primary 3 or perhaps primary 4, I got a new seat mate right there at the front middle row. Young master Excel and he became my first real best friend.

Even when our dear class teacher “Mr dem belle full, we are hungry” (…Well that’s not his real name, but hey that was his favorite classroom play, and we all probably learnt that song from the guy, I know I did…. You should feel my joy when I realized it was a song by the late Bob Marley…) reshuffled the class, we still ended up seated together again and we kept it that way, term after term, well until we got to primary 5, when I resumed school late because of my dad failed attempt to send us to the British School of Lome in Togo.

Anyways, we not only shared seats but also shared many other things like food, etc. We’ll go check up on his little brother and sister (Kelvin and Christabel) to give them lunch money popularly known as break money. We’ll also go to my older brother class. I still recall meeting Owas and one other guy that use to behave like girl in that senior class. There was that aura of pride to be able to waltz over to the senior side of the school and not be shunned because I’d an older brother there!

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But it was this period, as a pupil of Blessing Foundation College in Benin City that I also discovered one small part of me. I found myself in the habit of tearing out center pages of my notebook, which I somehow managed folding in into squares of 16 parts. And then I’ll number each parts, title the first page and draw on them. I’ll literally be able to tell and retell the stories behind those drawings to Excel and my other “subscribed” classmates even though all there was on those papers were drawings, awkward very unprofessional drawings, without dialogues. I’d started my own little Comic Books Collection. Go figure!

Then I soon graduated to forging books out of torn out mid pages craftily spread across all my 12 notebooks. Gosh I really made my 80 leaves notebooks look like they were suffering from malnutrition. But of course, at that age, you can’t really outsmart your parents! And when the parents figured me out and the punishment started coming in, I learnt to buy my own notes and dedicated them to my cause.

Anyways I still remember my first handwritten story ever…. “The fishery water and other stories“… I’d lost it for some time and all hope of finding it gone, until one girl in older brother class unexpectedly handed it over to me one faithful day while I was buying ice cream from my favorite “ice cream cyclist”.

That story my dear, I came to realize was total crap! It’s probably the worst story ever!! What they hell was I thinking when I wrote that rubbish!!!

Even when I checked the other stories that followed after that first one, I discovered they were utter nonsense! Was that what stopped dad from publishing the ones he’d taken into his custody? He’d probably read through it and thought, “What a load of garbage. This boy is better off taking science in the future!”

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To think of those days that I’d to string Mark along with me from one geographical area to another on my quest seeking out publishing houses hoping that they will agree to publish or at least buy one of my “crappy” stories. I guess I probably made the right decision turning down the £500 pounds mother had offered me in 2012 right there in our apartment in London for me to author any one of my stories when we return to Nigeria.

Yes, I’d always wanted to be a YOUNG AUTHOR. I wanted my peers to take out a published story book and on the front cover “written by Martins Toritseju” would be inscribed on it while on the back was my picture and my biography. I wanted to cash out of my ideas. For me, that was as much of a celebrity it could get. It was my dream and ambition, one that had driven me to write countless stories, one I’d nursed until I completed my senior secondary school education.

Mark and I

But there I was at that point in my life, staring at the £500 in my mom’s generous hands, with no strings attached, and declining her offer. Though I was still blinded to the belief that my stories were great, the dream of becoming a young author, well let’s just say that ship had long set sailed, and I’d developed a new dream!

And martinswrites is coined and tailored to be a stepping stone to achieving that dream.

From the onset of my writing journey thus far, my stories might have been crappy, filled with errors, blunders and littered with sentence fragments and run-ons and reeks of unprofessionalism (why am I being hard on myself right now?), but hey at least I’m still able to use it to entertain one or two persons that had come in contact with them one way or the other every step of the way, and for every new writeup I conceive, I believe I’ve taken one step closer to achieving my goals. As Dan Lok puts it, “I’ve always loved writing, but having an impact on people is the best reward”.

I’ve always loved writing, but having an impact on people is the best reward.”

Dan Lok

So why am I boring you with my story? It’s not like I’ve arrived or finally figured out the last piece of the puzzle.

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Well, the lesson to be learnt here is that sometimes you just gotta hold on to your talent and give yourself room to realign and readjust the focus of your dreams and hope that eventually everything will fall in place.

So what are you doing about your talents and your dreams?

How much time, effort and sacrifice have you committed to it in the past?

Are you still letting the passion burn?

Are you still dreaming, or have you decided to wake up and concede to reality?

And I saw this bible verse today,

Rev 3:2 — Wake up, and strengthen what remains and is about to die, for I have not found your works complete in the sight of my God. (ESV)

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2 Replies to “I Wanted To Be A Young Successful Author But…<span class="wtr-time-wrap after-title"><span class="wtr-time-number">6</span> mins read</span>”

  1. It’s a good write up cause you were about to spark the desire for me to pursue my dreams again with your own story. We just realize each day that what we are now didn’t just happen out of the blue but we av conceived it from childhood.

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