I didn’t understand why it became so difficult to write all of a sudden. I had been writing for years and had never experienced a writers block this bad.
So I went out for a stroll late at night, something I hardly ever did. And I walked into this cute cozy restaurant I spotted on an unfamiliar street, looking for a new experience.
I had just finished my cup of tea and paid when she walked in, her smile immediately lit up the place and a million ideas rushed into my head.
I grabbed a table napkin and started scribbling all the disjointed ideas and they flowed in, her smile firmly imprinted in my minds eye.
When I was done, I looked up and she was gone. For a moment I thought I had imagined her but then I knew she was real. Now on a hunt to find her, my muse.
– May Okanigbe