Meet Abi Twum-Ampofo

Am I allowed to call myself a writer? I started writing as early as twelve years old. There was a Cuban girl in my class who would draw for me anytime I wrote short stories and then I would give them out to my classmates to read over the vacation. Back then, it was pure fun. Few years later, I stopped writing.  I stopped writing because I stopped believing: believing firstly that writing was a gift worthy of sharing, believing that I had something that the world had to hear, believing that I could be consistent, believing that my writing would impact others as much as I had wanted it to, believing that this was a start to using all that God has blessed me with. The turning point for me was replaying the phrase ‘good and faithful servant’ in my head. Service to me is to use what you have to be a blessing to others. No matter how ‘small’ or ‘insignificant’ you think it is.