Sometimes You Have to Follow your Instincts in Writing.

Even if you risk offending one of the most important people in your life.

My dear mum, my best friend, my biggest fan, and critic (when necessary).

Before my mum passed away, I made her a solemn promise that I would pursue my writing, and come hell or high water, that is what I intend to do.

The proudest moment of my life was when I was able to present her with a new book. I treasured the joy on her face, the chuckles when she read my stories, and even the frowns when she disapproved of something. I also knew she loved to tell her sister, my aunty, that I’d written a book; it gave her bragging rights, however modest.

My mum always told me exactly what she thought, and I respected her opinion above anyone else’s. After all, it was she who taught me to write, encouraged my imagination, and gave me honest critiques.

You shouldn’t assume you are a good writer just because your parents, family, and friends say so. I took this to heart and eagerly sought the opinions of those who didn’t know me so well.

However, I must admit, I always knew that my mother wouldn’t tolerate anything if it didn’t suit her. Her expressions were always transparent. She struggled to tell a lie.

A good example of this was her reaction to a book of short stories I wrote during…