THE SOUND OF MY VOICE

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I made a huge discovery today and I’m so excited about it. Follow the story…


I have always had a thing for spoken word poetry. I scribbled poems growing up, listened to Huwa on repeat, but somehow I never had the voice or the facial expression for it.


I still remember my first real attempt. It was horrible, honestly. My friends didn’t want to hurt my feelings because they knew how much it meant to me, but deep down I cringed every time I came across that video.


It amazed me how I could write something so good, yet ruin it completely when it was time to present it.


But one thing about me is that I never stopped writing, and I never stopped jumping in front of the camera to test my facial expressions. And then today it hit me. I no longer cringe so hard when I watch my recent videos.


I was editing one earlier and I caught myself listening to it on repeat. My sister walked past and said “It’s only Huwa’s poem you listen to on repeat,” and that’s when it struck me.


I have fallen in love with the sound of my voice. Who would have thought?

The same me that hated my voice so much I refused to edit my own videos even when I easily could.


Dearest reader, the thing about becoming is that it sneaks up on you. Before you even realize it, you’re getting better. One of the greatest pieces of advice I ever received was this: Favour, keep doing what you’re doing. The voice and the facial expression will come.


It’s not a hundred percent there yet, but I’m beginning to see it. And that’s what I want to leave you with too. Keep taking that one step toward your goal. You’ll be surprised how soon you’ll arrive.


@favvy_Okwansđź–¤.

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