**UPDATE ON MURAL**
I'm back!
First I run out of words to write even though I knew exactly what I wanted for my story and for Tariq.
I was also very conflicted because my personal expression and outlook were growing yet my book did not reflect that because it started as a collection of borrowed expression and inspiration from writers I was consuming.
Then I deleted the email account linked to this and just couldn't access.
Someone spoke to me about Tariq this week out of the blue and it just got me thinking again.
I think I have some writing left in me. To at least finish this story.
I would like to update what already exists.
I grew and so has my expression. I'd like the chance to re tell this story I concocted as a young teen, now in my twenties. I'm not a professional writer but I have better perspective.
I hope you won't be too disappointed when I unpublish this book to polish and continue the tale of Tariq. And that you wont find it hard to start reading from the beginning for a fresh new outlook of the story you know and love when I publish it again
Thank you all for your votes on the African category. 500 and something out of 4.5k is not too shabby.
Love,
ladyafricana,
aka Tariq's mom.