As a child I was always fascinated by the forest. I dreamed of her and wanted to see her. I was born in a small town called Toumodi, in the center of Ivory Coast, West Africa. At the age of two, my older sister took me to Abidjan, the political capital of Ivory Coast. At the age of seven, I felt torn between my love of nature and my desire to pursue a career as a writer. Then I found a way to combine both. Every summer, I spent time with my father and mother to help them on the farm. My father had many resources, two cocoa fields, three coffee fields, two rubber tree fields and also castle farming, and poultry farming. He had more than ten employees and also owned a couple of vans to connect his farms. First of all I always go to the farm with a notebook and a pen, I remember, dad was laughing at me and telling me: "I don't think your place is among us because we are in the fields and we have nothing in common. He couldn't understand me but my book and my pen were for my report after visiting a farm I seemed to have a passion for writing. My main aim was to mention every detail and be able to give a day-to-day account big sister. Over the years my love for the writing became so strong that I couldn't wait for summer to come. Sometimes, when I go back to the city, I miss nature so much that I had to beg my sister to accompany me to the park just for my writing inspiration I arrived at the park, just the smell of the trees made me feel like I was on one of my father's farms. As I practiced my writing, I started to get better and better at school. My teachers could see the dramatic change in my writing skills. I always have something to write, because I have a large family and... halfway through the paper... the arm is finished. I will try not to remember, the past will be the past. I've tried very hard to move forward in my writing. However, I started writing about the city and what it offers young people like us. But after a few years I came to the United States and my life as a writer changed for the second time because of the English. I'm originally from France and all my writing was in French, how do I get a connection? Things started to be very difficult for me, I see it, a scene, I felt like writing again, but how did I start, where to transfer my thinking from French to English? Even if I wanted to, I don't know the right word in English, I was like a newborn baby learning to speak, I tried but it was very difficult, today things are not better, but at least I'm trying to write together and I hope that one day I will have the same writing life I had in French, and be even better.