Across the Bridge
He put that passion in me, the fire
I didn't know I had it
Until I opened his book, his books, her books,their books
With his words, he said,
My roots could go deeper and wider
My imaginations and dreams could soar higher and higher to infinity
My words, my own words, were power
That I could tell my story
*The first novel I read was called Across the Bridge and I was in standard 4. From that 1st book, I became a bookworm.
This is a dedication to the African Writers. The ones I grew up reading and those I haven't read yet*
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