“Between Ink and Oath”

Excerpt:
Every sentence I write feels like an oath — fragile, but necessary.

The griots of Kharis said an oath is not spoken — it is written into being. When I write, I feel that same weight. The responsibility of creating something that remembers.
Every novel, every poem, is an offering — to memory, to ancestry, to the unseen roots that hold us all.

Writing, for me, isn’t a career. It’s communion.
And every time I pick up the pen, the Thorn remembers.

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