Gratitude.
Finances: I finally managed to track my expenses and commit to a savings plan and just knowing what goes in and out and why…has been an interesting experience.
Exiting conversations and WhatsApp groups without feeling guilty, because though I choose to be part of some networks, my threshold for insults and vitriol from group members at other members-reading that and taking it in, is not my cup of tea.
A book, a story, yet to be published.
I guess this much is true, that not everything has to be revealed.
I want to visit any of these six places in Kenya where you can bungee jump.
The book includes chapters on plot, character, and chronology, but travels far beyond the earnest intentions of most craft books. It includes essays on humor, sex, writer’s block, and the dividends of failure, as well as prompts to generate new work and a rollicking Frequently Asked Questions section. You’ll never think about writing the same way again.
As a Writer, you bet I’m taking notes…highlighting sections I am questioning all the while prepping for NanoWrimo.
Laundry.
I am creating a mountain of dirty clothes in the other room, waiting to see what it’d be like when I run out of clothes to wear and when the weather is fine…I am good at putting it off truly.
And we are back with an answer to the ‘If’ question again.
It would be such a relief to invest in Africa, to make it easier for many to stay and thrive here- not just creation of jobs, improved healthcare, uphaul the education curriculum, make this a place where no one would look down on you or send you packing, because of the color of your skin.
You asked about a star, yet I heard a galaxy. I could not tell myself a lie, because it’s taken me years to get this far, my absolute favorite and very necessary thing to do is:
sleep
Then right next to it, I love to do the following:
write
read (currently loving Home coming by Luan Goldie)
listen to music
clean the house
For the love of body art, I’d love to know a thing or two about henna and draw some beautiful flower designs on my hand.
I love sunshine and smiles and just like that I find joy in:
I am a daughter of the Lake.
History says that my tribe, the Luo, who speak Dholuo, are River-Lake Nilotes and as such we are drawn to, revere, and reside along Nam Lolwe or Lake Victoria as the world knows it.
I love the flow and depth of Dholuo as a language, because there are many names of the same thing-for example a cat is not just a cat, it is: mbura, paka, ong’er mesa, pusi…
I love the way we revere nature and seasons, and for every birth our children are named in honor of the time and season they come into the world.
Don’t get me started on the food-especially the vegetables and how we make them…
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