Writing Happily Ever after.

You have this burning desire to publish your first book. Your birthday has arrived and you want to see your name on print. You are tired of sending your entries to common wealth and Caine prize and waiting to be discovered. You have heard of authors who sent books to publishers and were rejected but as soon as they were shortlisted for Caine prize, the publishers came with offers. You waited for your turn, and you are still waiting. Your story is happy stories about people who live happily and the world prefers sad stories of children fighting to death or begging on the streets.

You approach some publishers and they tell you sorry but we have stop accepting manuscripts.

You have become desperate so you look for a vanity publisher, they give you a steep price and you are happy yes we should do this.

You ask them about the marketing plan. They tell you have to do everything by yourself, you wonder what are you paying for. You imagine your book becoming a best seller, be invited for events and having people following every word you say and crowning you the Queen of Literature.

The vanity publisher sends you a bill and it is almost four hundred thousand and your dreams came crashing down. You hold on to one dream winning the man booker prize and spinning  tales. You have already decided that you will tell everybody in the world that Nigerians use Shea butter for body cream but who will listen to you.

You go to Google and search for Nigerian publishers and you see the list, it is the same one you have seen before. You check Google and see a site for independent publishing, you publish your book and still no one buys.

You decide you are tired so you enter a cab to Wuse and you see a place called Beulah Printers. You do everything by yourself and you have your book. You are happy and you sell on your own at least you made some money. You are now an author and your book sold 50,000 copies suddenly the publisher starts calling.