Author Feature: Segilola Salami

I’m honored to have Ms Segilola Salami, host of The Segilola Salami Show and Self Publishing strategist, for this site’s very first, Author Interview. She is also the founder of Segilola Salami Book Club, which yours truly is a member of [check #SegilolaSalamiBC in Twitter for more]

What encouraged you to become an author? I think of myself as an accidental writer. Writing just sort of fell into my laps. I write the types of books I would like my little girl to read
What writing habits do you have and how do they help you be more creative or efficient? I don’t think I have any laid out habits per se. As a mom to a one year old, my little girl takes up most of my time. So I find myself writing in the wee hours of the morning when I should be sleeping. What also helps is that scene by scene of what I want to write has played itself several times in my head. So it’s simply a matter of writing it all down in a way that flows then editing and re-editing
If you were to choose the most inspiring line you have written, what would it be? Death is wicked . . . [Prex: That. Is. Inspiring.]
If you could have a cup of coffee with a fellow author, who would it be and why? It would have to be Ola Rotimi, he’s one of my favourite authors. I would like to pick his brains on how he felt writing ‘The Gods Are Not To Blame’
What is your book all about and how did you come up with the idea for the plot? What did you enjoy the most in the process (drafting/writing/editing)? IYetunde: An Ode To My Mother follows baby Yetunde narrating her mother’s ode to her grandmother. My mom is no more and saying I miss her would be a massive understatement. One day I was thinking about her and how she never got to see my daughter even though she was looking forward to being a grandmother. In my head, I had a massive fight with death. I said to death you are wicked . . .Death is wicked, iku ma ni ika. Then I thought to honour my mother by writing a short story dedicated to all mothers. The most enjoyable part was definitely the initial writing. It felt like I was having a midnight chat with my mom like we normally used to. My dad would call me in the morning and ask what my mother and I were talking about in the wee hours that made my mom laugh out loud all the time disturbing the whole house.