Everybody carries with them the best story they will ever know. My story is simple...... Born and  bred in sunny Cape Town, South Africa. Circumstances and youthful ambition drove me to wrap my nick knacks in bubble wrap and move to not so sunny New Zealand. 
I have a wife, two beautiful daughters and I ride a motorcycle. Most days I'm the coolest Dad ever. 
I have a job that pays me good money, but I often wonder if it's worth spending my days at work pretending I don't want to kill myself. 
I write what I feel, and whatever feels good to my soul, I vent, I show anger, frustration, especially for myself. I just quit smoking again, about three minutes ago. 
Life is a beautiful thing, the challenges we face makes life more worthwhile. My challenge is immense, I'm a black man, a black Muslim man to boot.
I've always wrote, I studied creative writing for a bit, but I did not enjoy the forced limitations and generic structures they taught. I guess I should maybe have completed the course, but then again completing thing are not my strong point.So now I have decided to give it a go, between work, changing diapers, googling fractions and playing rugby, I will be writing. My stories will be about hope and love, the world needs this at the moment. When the world needs something else, I will adjust the material accordingly. 
I started a diary a few ago, I may as well just photocopy the first shirt, then date them after. I need to something worthwhile, I have so much more to give than what I have given so far.
My dream is to get published, always been. Ever since Mr Gasant told me that I should be writer someday, after my "Big Headed Alien" story when I was 12 years old. 
I hope that my wattpadd followers will give me inspiration, ideas and guidance on my journey of new discovery. My confidence recently got knocked when I entered a writing competition, but I will remain hopelessly optimistic. Just writing this, I wish I could go on, but I think I'm out of ch