Excerpt:
Stories are not written — they are remembered. And every writer bleeds differently.
Some days, the page feels like a wound. Other days, it feels like healing. I’ve learned that writing isn’t about creating something new — it’s about remembering what has always been waiting to be told.
My griots teach me that memory is a sacred form of rebellion. To write is to refuse erasure.
This post is for those who write even when silence feels safer.
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