I have recently travelled to Angola, a country somewhere in the middle of Africa, on the West coast. An impressive sky, a completely different climate, lots of nature in the city, lots of instinct in the civilization. People talk concisely and directly, in an unequivocal Portuguese.
You learn the craft of writing through exercise. You imitate at first, then you start coming closer to your own true self. Step by little step at a time. You do it through reading, certainly. There is no way around that. But sometimes some lucky ones get a chance to translate literature.