i have walked and looked at London. drinking coffee and beer and smoking rolling tobacco, for twenty nine years. in fact ive done this in cities on three continents. I have never been rich. but have loved and lived in social circles that have inculded bavarian and english royalty. and irish criminals and west african drugs dealers, and the inevitable poor middle class. i have educated but not over educated as i never studied anything worthy only those things in arts tech and science and language which enriched my imagination. i am now 47 and feel younger than i did at 27 because my mind and heart are finally clear of the misery of being unable to express with clarity my love for humanity and the world. which is why i became an artist. i have struggled with literary agents, and steadfastly refused and do, to change the name i use, because it is all i have inherited. i now have a title from my fathers villages ezikwu bu ihie, truth is light. i have moderated my queries to agents until finally writing only to paragraphs one on my work and another on myself, there is simply too much to say.
Emma Stonex a former editor at little brown, wrote me 14 years ago and said my work was too sensitive for a miodern audience as the nuances on maturity and immaturiity were too subtle. i am sure her promise i would one day be published will be true. Xandra Hardy an old woman of the britsh upper class had told me to learn and find a job among yhappy people in 1993. but my work was with people only. few of them were happy. but artists were the happiest of them all.
i hvave enjoyed the zeitgest but now want success. please reply, i have just joinned this community online. i am a christian. God bless you. God bless you all. Happy writer.
Ositadimma
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