Music is a passion I developed whilst still a very young girl. My first encounter with music was when I was in kindergarten. My mother told me how I loved school as a kid just because we would sing in school. She says that among all my siblings, I was the fastest in adapting to school life since I loved singing with other children in kindergarten. When my mother realized that I loved singing, she led me to join the church children singing group. My talent was immediately evident and I was chosen to lead many songs for the group.
As I grew up, my love for singing continued and I also became better and better. In the process, I also acquired interest for playing musical instruments. From the word go, I wanted to learn to play the guitar. I found it very romantic. I considered the relationship of the guitar player and the guitar quite intimate. Maybe it was the way one closely embraced the guitar while strumming the strings or maybe it was the way one caressed the arm of the guitar while holding the chords that appealed to me.
Since I was quite young when my interest in the guitar blossomed, I could not comfortably play the normally sized guitar. Mt father therefore bought me a small sized guitar that I could comfortably play. I fell in love with the instrument. I did not seek any help from anybody in learning to play the musical instrument. I just borrowed a guide to learning to play the guitar and decided that I would train myself. Many times I would still be practicing tunes from my guide book deep into the night.
Often the guitar would lead to my dad scolding me for allocating too much time to my guitar instead of my school work. At one time, when my grades fell dramatically, my father had to confiscate the guitar. Having to live without my guitar was quite tormenting. This must have been evident to my parents and since they did not want their little daughter depressed, they reluctantly gave me back the guitar. I however had to promise to perform better in school and they also drew up a plan for monitoring my studies.
Since I did not want my guitar separated from me again, I put in considerable effort in my studies and was able to improve my grades in school much to the joy of my parents. The plan for study that balanced my guitar time and study time worked very well.
Finally, when I felt that I was good enough in playing the guitar, I decided to finally come out with my skill and see what other people thought of it. I naturally chose to first present my skill to the church group which I was still singing with. I decided to use the guitar as an accompaniment to one of the songs we had chosen to present to the Sunday congregation.
Surprisingly, the guitar music blended in very well with the singing. Our choir leader was surprised with my skill and was perplexed that I had not told them before that I could play the guitar so well.