I thought of all the places I want to visit, the memories of you and I linger at the gates of truce.

I thought of all the places I want to visit, the memories of you and I linger at the gates of truce.

December is here and she comes with the promise of family meetings, home cooked meals and getting to catch up with loved ones, those who’d been toiling in the city-coming home and getting to breathe for a week or so.
For me, it’s all about work, following up on projects, and reflecting on everything I did this year.
I managed to write 12,939 words out of 50,000 words for NanoWrimo- and though I did write every day, most of it were notes, comments, things that caught my eye that were not part of the story I had started, and so, this year, I didn’t get the 50k in.
On reading: I’ve been enjoying the books that are released on Netgalley and reading more which made me feel less awful about not winning this year’s NanoWrimo. I just added some new titles, check these out:




Have a great weekend.
I heard the phrase, ‘to kill a person with a borrowed knife,’ and it reminded me of how fluid language is. Of the worlds we create with the stories we tell ourselves and choose to listen to.
An acquaintance was disappointed by her father’s actions and decision to sit back while she expected the opposite of him. So, on and on she went speaking of how weak and insecure he was and I listened, not because she demanded me to but because like most of the people I know, it’s easier to make use of your friend who has that Counseling experience and training for free. Sometimes, they are kind enough to buy me my favorite- coffee and chocolate fudge cake.

And when she did breathe, she looked at me and asked, ‘do you think I am being unreasonable?’ I was unprepared for her sudden pause and thought it through, then asked ‘is your father a god or deity that he’s beyond flaw?’
‘No, I didn’t say that. You know he’s not.’
‘But do you know and accept that he is not a god and does not reside up above on that pedestal you put him on?’
‘What are you saying?’
‘I am saying that we treat our parents as gods. Yes, they nurture and provide for us and even protect us up until we can fend for ourselves, and when we see them struggle and falter we believe they have lost it? Isn’t it funny then? Our parents also have scars, they also fail and until we stop treating them as gods, as above reproach, then we too can take a step back and forgive ourselves.’
She laughed at this after a while and said, ‘You assume that I treat my father like he is above failure. I do not.’
And like every conversation that somehow hits a wall, I found myself looking around the cafe and sipping my coffee as she changed the story to something else.
These days, and especially during and post COVID-19 I find myself forgiving the elders in my family for the times they fell short, and I can’t help but be amused by Greek mythology, in reading about how the gods and goddesses would punish each other over trivial matters they could easily resolve. How we put people on pedestals without consulting them and judging them when they fall off the cloud we placed them.
It’s the fifteenth day of November and at the very beginning I laid out some thirty things I would love to do this month. It’s ambitious of me, given how easy it is to consider a thing done just by talking about it ( that’s why I haven’t been consistent with working out and fitness).
Here’s what I have done and loved doing every day :



Here’s what I haven’t been able to do:

I got to work on a simple logo design using Canva and learned that there is a lot to colors and fonts that I know nothing about, and in the end- I resorted to black and white.
I am still working on:
I shared thirty things I’d love to do this November (in this post here) and one of them was listen to more podcasts, learn more from the episodes and ultimately make some little changes to my habits along the way.
These are some episodes that I loved listening to:
There is something soothing about listening to podcasts that I did not take time to appreciate and reflect on because I would listen while cleaning the house, doing dishes as long as I didn’t give it my full attention. This month I am more intentional. I listen and take notes (this is something I can’t stop lately) and ask myself whether something shared is true of me or my experiences and I love this feeling.
There are some new podcasts that were recommended by Valery Nangula, via her post 3 Podcasts by African Women to Listen To and I subscribed to two of them:


Have a great week and I look forward to sharing updates on my NanoWrimo progress because that is a whole story right there.
November is here and for some, it’s their favorite month, in their favorite season, and for me, it’s the month of writing and prepping for the end of the year.

So, I thought of some of the things I would love to do this month and came up with a list. I am not sure of how they’ll come to be and I change my mind often, so I’ll do a mid-month review and end of month to hold myself accountable. Let’s get into it:
we look up to the stars and forget the galaxy within,
if it glitters, it’s perfect,
yet we forget that we are dust,
centuries old, woven from generations of warriors we know not of,
we celebrate the fickle and trod upon the strong,
like bees we gather around a hashtag, now like puppets we jump on trends,
we dance, laugh, do what everyone is doing in exchange for numbers…
the very same numbers we know not of, like the stories that make us,
the fears and hopes and dreams and will within us.
She said, “What’s sad is that for a second of joy, to feel a fleeting moment of bliss, I too forget the galaxy within for the star outside.”

You are the one who never leaves the one behind,
Who through a simple ‘hello’ opens up the world of ‘are you truly okay?’
And in the hours that I’m cloaked in fear,
Drenched in grief,
Drowning in anguish, it is you who I summon,
The prisoner and the captive,
The light and the dark,
The yes and the no,
The known and the unknown,
It is you,
The One.

It is 9:17pm as I start typing away and I know it will take me twelve minutes to finish writing what I have to say and hit that publish button. However, my love for referencing time in my blog posts stems from writing in my journal every evening and including the snippets of activities I did during the day.
So, here I am having embarked on a new writing project hoping that the part of me that is a bunch of opinions gets an outlet. I set up another blog this week called Achieng Writes.
I received my September book haul comprised of six books bought from Text Book Centre.

There are two things I am doing more often to improve my writing and that’s: one- writing every morning from nine to ten o’clock and two- taking down more notes, snippets of ideas from k-drama, music and my latest fascination are podcasts.
I started drafting a new book and from the very beginning, it oozes nothing but romance and my younger sister read the first chapter and since then I have been unable to look at it without seeing the sneer in her face!
This year, one of my goals was to publish at least two books and I recently published Laana: Daughter of the Middle World and so far, I still struggle with marketing the book and balancing the networks I have established who always buy my books. The greatest feat for me was connecting with Nuria Bookstore- both a physical shop and online store here in Kenya, to enhance accessibility to readers.
As we move into September, I find myself more at peace reading books written by other writers and taking time off my latest draft. In so doing, I am also listening to more music and the album I have on replay is Chike’s The Brother’s Keeper– the one song that speaks to my worries being Pour me a drink