In line at the ATM here in Antigua recently, a young lady asked me if I was me and I said yes, not sure where it was going. When she seemed satisfied to leave it there, I asked her where we knew each other from and she said she had entered (and I believe won a prize in) Wadadli Pen back when she was in school. I asked her if she was still writing and she did something between a scoff and a laugh and an are you kidding that I found funny when she said, no.
I recently did a pitch which if successful will give me the opportunity to present on the impact of Wadadli Pen. Is it weird that I think this young lady as much a part of the story as the past finalist who is now a copy editor in New York – yeah, just saw that one on linkedin.
The Wadadli Pen narrative has never been about just making writers but about giving young people an avenue for creative expression, even if years later the very idea of them becoming a writer gives us both a laugh in line at the ATM.
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