It was almost two years ago when I conceptualised the idea of writing a novel. One day, my elder daughter Valerie and I were walking, on our way to school of my younger daughter Jessica when I mentioned to her that I was thinking of writing a novel. Valerie seemed to have liked the idea and she encouraged me to do so. From then on, it never left my mind.
Rewinding a few months’ back, I was working away from home at the time and I was getting fed up travelling back and forth to Germany. The company I was working with as a consultant offered me an extension of my contract for another year but I already knew I could no longer accept it. Although the job itself was interesting and challenging, the travelling part every weekend was taking its toll and becoming unbearable. It was becoming a torture both physically and mentally, aggravated much further when flight was delayed due to a number of reasons, thus diminishing the joy of looking forward to seeing my family again. Believe me, I have experienced them all.
