In the year 2014 I was on holiday visiting my parents who were staying in Cape Town (I was still living in Zimbabwe with my Grandparents back then). I was doing my Advanced Level studies back in Zimbabwe and part of the subjects was English Literature, so we probably did a lot of practical analysis in class. Then I thought to myself, can I not write my own poem and see how interesting it would sound. For some time I ignored the idea until I walked into a Pick n Pay store and picked one small hard cover manuscript and paid for it. I took it home and slid it into my satchel, hoping I would bring it to intimacy with pen one day in the near future.
Luckily, I wrote one poem one day and his it into the book. Then another one plus some few more then I was impressed but never showed anyone. Wherever I was, the book was too.
I labelled the book private but there are always naughty friends and classmates. One day I made the wrong mistake and left the small book unprotected in class and some few pairs feasted on it. They read the crazy and funny poems and I was up for a cheer.
When I came back to class, they were all talking about it. I was caught up in a situation I could not escape as they all applauded. Luckily I embraced the pressure and started performing my poems.
This is a Marathon through how I became a poet.