For me, the English language has never been just that.
It's been a friend, a lover, a daughter and a mother.
A friend to dry my tears of self pity, when I pour those out as poetry.
A lover- since the time I was about six years old and wrote my first poem about an imaginary dog, the language encases me in it's sophisticated velvet shell, spilling out in the choicest words (yes, sometimes people had to check a dictionary to see what I meant) which make me so proud as they leave my lips.
A daughter- as I carefully tend to my darling collection of books- dusting and blowing off those fine cobwebs which cover those well loved titles like some filigreed jewellery.
A mother- guidebooks- how to live books- The Secret- who I would turn to for help in dark times.
And now, after a series of qualifications in Advertising, Sales, Multimedia, Business Administration culminating in a PG diploma in Communication from the country's finest school, I've decided to take the plunge into the wordy ocean of a Master's degree in English Literature.
Needless to add, I'm loving each page of each text, especially Poetry which is my personal favourite!
