This book was put on hiatus for a while due to personal family trials and issues, but will resume soon towards the end of July. For the mean time, please support me on my current venture on ficfun. Its a writing contest where your votes could land me as full time contracted writer on the site ficfun.com...... Please read my work ART PIECE, vote and like my material....especially voting will ensure I will be contracted....I will not forget my readers...my story will resume soon.

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and here is the snippet

The common plight for any man at the peak of his talent is never really being in a situation that best exploits his ability. That was, for a long time, Tadiwa Kaunda’s dilemma. Being the eldest in a family of 3 kids and having the comfort of supportive parents didn’t waver the question at hand. What should I do with my skills? This was the coming of age question that the teenager desperately wanted to answer, one that his peers assumed he already knew. As an amazing talent, he had much given to him and much was going to be expected from him in his life. Tadiwa grew up in a country where the arts industry wasn’t as well established as in other countries. Zimbabwe was not concerned with the fine arts: luxury goods were not a priority and most of the career options were limited to graphic design, interior design, architecture and web design. There was nothing entirely wrong with these other options, but Tadiwa was an anomaly to human standards of capacity. His parents could never figure out how he was able to understand complex harmonies of art such as proportion, perspective, patterns, planes, placement, consistency, contours, conception, construction, and character, at the tender age of 7 years. He was, clearly gifted; even entering adult classified painting competitions at 9 and winning. The next Picasso, Michelangelo and so forth, was in the making and nothing could stop him. With his fervent zeal, he was introduced to comics, both from the west and eastern side by his mother. This propelled him to discover a new interest, one he was also dominate in: his hands, breathed life into the pages he touched, leaving an aura of his prowess that left many who glimpsed at his work with awe and insurmountable euphoria. Even in a country where art was mostly a hobby interest, the onlookers couldn’t help but acknowledge that the boy would eventually break the stigma that came with art in the country. As a youth, none of the complexities and connotations that were associated with art never reached his peripheral. He was a boy driven by his passion, and like a surge of energy, it overflowed to grand heights. This made him quite popular among his peers in primary school and even among some of the girls. Pulling off 3minute portrait illustrations for each request he got from his classmates and using his pencil’s led dust to do the facial tones to achieve realism in his art, made him popular. Tadiwa’s father noticed the appeal his son had and decided to monetize his son’s art for a while, playing the middle man to his child’s clientele. This however didn’t go on for far too long because of his mother’s insistence to have her son do other things other than just spending complete days just drawing. In the end, her female intuition was for the best, and the boy learned to do things outside his comfort zone.