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  • Petals in the rain

    December 8th, 2019

    “I thought about you today Love,” you say…and I sit up on the bed. It is raining outside.

    I have no plans of leaving neither this bed nor the house. So I ask, “really? how come?”

    You laugh.

    It’s always the laugh that gets me Stardust. You clear your throat and I hold onto the phone, pushing it as close to my ear as possible so that your breathing is one with mine.

    “I was visiting a flower shop today, working on some financial plans for a client and I stepped into his greenhouse and there were petals on the ground, many colors, different petals I think, red, yellow, pink, some even brown and as I followed him to the back where his office was located all I could think about was you.”

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    “You saw petals on the ground in some greenhouse and thought of me?”

    “Oh, you are milking this…I miss you.”

    “You are deflecting.”

    “No, I am measuring my words Love, with you, the less I say the better…why is it that I still say so much while you only ask questions?”

    “Do I?”

    “See! That’s what I’m talking about…right there, look, I miss you and this climate change drama is not helping, these heavy rains and stuff! Being here reminds me of you Love, guess, you bloom even when it seems like you shouldn’t and you don’t mind shedding a few petals so you can make the ground a beautiful place for those who come your way, heaven knows I’m one lucky pig!”

    I smile and I know you do too because you laugh, and there’s a long pause…before you say “take care of yourself Love, I’ve got to get back to work.”

     

  • Updates on the writing life

    December 7th, 2019

    It’s almost ten o’clock and it’s been raining here since four in the morning.

    I’m on my fourth cup of tea this morning as I read Priestess of the White by Trudi Canavan.

    The past few weeks have involved a lot of supervision on my part at work given that there are ongoing construction projects in the schools I’ve been visiting here. It’d be awesome to have pupils resume learning in January 2020 and they move from studying in tin houses to permanent brick classrooms with proper ventilation.

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    One of the biggest highlight of my writing life has been meeting friends, strangers who become family and a host many more as I sell copies of my book. I still struggle with making my writing a bit bigger, however, it’s always a thrill to write something personal on each copy that I sell to people.

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    friends who support my writing

    I am learning that writing, publishing and selling books are three very different processes and whereas I may be comfortable with one or two, getting the experience of all is far much better.

    It’s made me more understanding or tolerant of book publishers 🙂

    So, here’s to more writing opportunities and experiences in the coming days.

    Have a lovely weekend!

  • The kingdom of Enzi

    November 28th, 2019

    Every kingdom had a fool, someone to lift up the spirits of royalty, every kingdom except Enzi.

    Enzi was the kingdom that bordered the great lake and it was surrounded by two kingdoms. Yajayo to the hand side of eating and Kiko to the side of curses. There were many more kingdoms however it is these two that come to mind when I am speaking to you.

    Now, inasmuch as they did not have a fool, they did better, they had Chronicler.

    I will try my very best to explain to you what role the Chronicler played, give a moment, let me light up these dry leaves and settle in my seat. It is dusk and the one I am waiting for is yet to announce her presence. I fear these times.

    Call me Zuri, I am the only living Chronicler. In Enzi this position was only to be filled by women. As far as I can remember, my Great Grandmother was the first Chronicler and after that, she trained her daughter, who went on to train her daughter and in turn I was trained. Chroniclers never died in Enzi. They would instead accompany the King to the afterlife if it so happened that the ruler died before them.

    As I speak to you, King Lua has been dead for three moons now. On the fifth moon, my people will bury me beside him covering me with soil as I chant praises of the dead king. It is the way of our people, taking and giving life as they please unaware of the wishes of our deity- Meichi.

    Chroniclers are also the ones who are aware of the history of our people and having heard all the tales of Meichi and our people, I am yet to learn of when this deity ordered that Chroniclers be sent to the afterlife together with their King.

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  • The Bee Keeper’s lessons

    November 27th, 2019

    I have been reading The Honey Bee: A Business Parable about Getting Un-Stuck and Taking Control of Your Financial Future. This book popped up in my “Read Now” galley on NetGalley and I wanted to read it because I can’t seem to get my finances in check, and also I’ve been exploring modes of investing and saving that go beyond the ordinary “chama” that we have here in Kenya.

    It’s written by Jake Stenziano and Gino Barbaro.

    178 pages/ River Grove Books

    The authors take a fictional approach to unpack six lessons that they’ve learned in the course of their lives and financial investments. It’s a short book, easy to read and I love the kind of books that make you want to sit down and re-evaluate your life.

    This one does so in the most creative way- there’s the final section in each chapter that summarizes the lessons learned and each lesson builds upon the previous one.

    I’m yet to meet anyone who hasn’t struggled with managing their finances and for as long as we can make money, there’s also the desire to find as many ways of doing so, and never running out it. This is why I feel a lot of people would relate to this book.

    The greatest lesson I learned from this book is:

    Create Streams of Purpose: Money isn’t your reason, it only finds it.

    I could spoil it for you and share all the 6 lessons, but then what’s the fun in doing that? You may learn a thing or two, if you go in search of the book- besides who’s to tell what your experience may be reading it?

    It’s going for $0.99 on Kindle and $14.93 on Paperback

  • Home

    November 26th, 2019

    I know a couple of things about you,

    The kind of things you wish the world never knew,

    The ones that make you smile, that make you say “I’m fine,” when you are not.

    I know a couple of things about you,

    The kind of things I wish I never knew,

    Like how you smile in between kisses,

    Like how you cannot part with a cigarette, not even to share a puff with a stranger.

    Like how you wish your Mother stayed a little longer, loved you a little harder,

    Like how you see the world in numbers, and yes, you can multiply complex numbers without using a calculator.

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    I know a couple of things about you,

    The kind of things we wish the world never knew,

    Like how many times you’ve wounded me,

    Like how easy it is for you to find warmth in another, yet your heart beats only for me…

    An addiction for the feminine body is what you called it,

    Stardust, how easy it is for you to self-destruct, my love.

    I know a couple of things about you,

    The kind of things that only my soul can speak of, a galaxy of its own, an ember unknown.

    I know a couple of things about you Stardust and I won’t wait for my being to define it, so I’ll leave this here…another breadcrumb which I hope you’ll nibble on as you make your way home.

    Come home, Stardust.

  • Night Lights

    November 21st, 2019

    “Would you leave the light on?”

    You ask and I know I nod because this is where we are right now…we sit in our silence, talk in our anguish, arise in our fear.

    It’s one of those days, I know.

    You are six hours away and your heart wants to know it’s always welcome home.

    You say I’m home and sometimes…like right now, it feels exactly like it.

    So, hurry up  Stardust and come home.

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  • Why do you write and other questions I can’t answer with a straight face

    November 19th, 2019

    It’s a Tuesday and I am preparing my third cup of tea as I write this. No, I just poured water into an electric kettle and switched it on- the tea will come as a result of dipping a teabag into the hot water for a few seconds and adding sugar to it.

    I’m a Writer. I write.

    I have my days and in saying so I mean days when I am excited about writing and can write continuously and then those days when the sight of a blank page makes me want to curse my ancestors.

    It’s been three weeks since I published and received copies of my latest work, Sifuna, and with this there have been questions that I’ll admit I never answered with a straight face, not because they were neither funny nor annoying, rather, they were questions I didn’t expect to hear.

    First things first, have you seen the cover I designed for Sifuna?

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    I’ve received positive reviews so far and I am glad that I got to print copies here in Kenya and with this it’s easier to order copies and ensure readers in the country get first access. I’m yet to liaise with bookstores to expand distribution and this thought takes me right into the questions I’ve been asked so far:

    Why Sifuna?

    Em…I like the symbolism in the name Sifuna. It’s a name given to a male child among the Luhya community, and it means “harvest.”

    Which bookstore has copies of your book?

    None so far.

    Why? How do you expect readers to get your book?

    I am more open to having readers contact me to get a book, like you did, is there a bookstore you would recommend that I could approach and engage in discussion on marketing and distribution of my book?

    How much is a copy?

    Kshs 700, this includes delivery charges via Easy Coach courier services.

    Why do you write?

    I wish I had a definite answer, it would satisfy you, when I’m specific however, with writing, nothing is cast in stone, except for the fact that writers write and that’s it. Sometimes I do it for the power, because hey, I can kill a character using words, embedding them in a story or I could draft my Ex like a drunk, piece of chair, a urinal…in a story, who knows? It’s very satisfying, that kind of power, it’s like being high…does that answer your question?

    When’s your next book coming out?

    Whenever it is ready.

    What will it be about? This one is political and stuff, what of the next?

    I don’t know, it will be what it is…a story, and whoever reads it can choose to assign it to the genre they feel is most appropriate for them.

    Wow! You must be rich! How much money have you made so far?

    I’m rich, I mean, I sat down and wrote over forty thousand words- trimmed it to what you have in Sifuna, so yes, I am a notch above today.

    What advice would you give to an aspiring Writer?

    The difference between an aspiring writer and a writer is action. Write and write and read as widely as you can.

    Do you think Kenyans love to read?

    It’s 2019, are we still asking this question? Okay…no worries, let me try and put it this way, I’m a Kenyan and I love to read…so when you choose to ask about “Kenyans” that leaves more than forty million plus people and yes, Kenyans love to read the question is what do they love to read and how do they consume the content they read? Now, those are questions that can keep us here for years.

    I just finished reading Sifuna- and Baoya’s a fool, like how did you even think of someone like him? How can someone be so naive?

    Great! I’m glad you finished reading Sifuna. Well, you talk of two things being a fool and being naive. The two may share a fence but they are not the same. Baoya’s naivety creates room for Sifuna’s callousness to announce itself…and there are people like both Baoya and Sifuna, have you looked around?


    I’ve had two cups of tea already, I’ll go to bed now and start brooding over the next story.

    Have a wonderful week!

    PS: I’m into 40,000 words for NanoWrimo this week and my mind’s a mess.

     

     

  • Flowers for Christmas

    November 16th, 2019

    “What should I get you this Christmas?” you ask, and in between puffs, I compose myself. I collect my thoughts and sort them out as one would rice.

    Lately, I seem to stumble upon my words, as I gaze into your eyes.

    It must be the haircut.

    Or is it that you seem vibrant, radiating an aura of sheer joy…or content, I don’t know. I never know how long your bliss lasts. I’ve never cared much about prolonging them.

    “Get me whatever you decide upon, I’m not so big on Christmas,” and I lie back, my eyes roaming the ceiling as you puff your thoughts away…how is it that you take a long drag when you are afraid of speaking your mind? I keep my eyes on you and you smile.

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    “You have a certain power over me and you act like you don’t know you do, and that smile right there, that one…where your right cheek bulges and your eyes twinkle, it’s the best look you can ever wear.”

    “What’s on your mind?”

    “I don’t know, maybe I do, but sometimes like right before you looked my way I was thinking, why is it that hearts can break in more than one way yet they have to heal in the same way?”

    “And…”

    “You know what I am talking about Love, you may smile now, laugh now, or better yet, talk to me now, yet there are times when a slice of pain brushes your heart and I get a glimpse of it in your eyes, that stuff scares me. To know that I did that…is it worth it love, being here and now, back in my arms, is it worth it? Can I get you flowers for Christmas?”

    I look into your eyes and instead of the black pool I always get engulfed in, I find myself thinking of yellow flowers and my head throbs…this is how I’ve learned to stay, apologies, moments where you’re remorseful and unlike you, I devour pain.

    I let the hurt simmer and serve it chilled in words.

    How is that we take one step forward and galaxies back, Stardust, did you know that a cage is still a cage, it matters not whether it’s in gentle hands or not.

    I look at you and to stop the throbbing in my head say, “I want you to hold my hand this Christmas…” you smile and before I know it, I am in your arms, right where I should have been before you started all this talk of Christmas.

     

  • Silence

    November 10th, 2019

    It’s you…Stardust.

    It’s always been you.

    I don’t know what to make of these thoughts, that stir my mind, set it ablaze you’d say.

    For a soul so unknown, you love fire, like the air you breathe.

    It will be ten o’clock in fifty-eight minutes.

    I’ve had a cup of tea for supper and you are probably watching National Geographic, stretched out like a big cat on that brown couch you have.

    You’ve had a cigarette for supper, but you will fix yourself something to eat, because you know how to whip up a meal when you’re motivated, and nothing motivates you like hunger.

    I keep talking to myself, my words bounce back to me, these four walls know more about my emotions than I do.

    So, I’ll write you another letter before I go to bed tonight.

    And it will be something like this, “Dear Stardust…silence.”

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  • Music

    November 4th, 2019

    I struck a chord.

    I sang from the depths of my soul,

    and you…Stardust, listened.

    Not to the words, not to the tune…but simply to what my soul sang.

    So, you say that I’m like a melody,

    Beautiful but nostalgic,

    Sweet but unforgettable.

    So, you say that I’m like a chord,

    once struck, the action cannot be undone.

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    I toss and turn until I cannot bear it anymore and I ask, “what about harmony?”

    You laugh…I miss these easy laughs,

    The reckless abandon with which your vocals vibrate to show amusement.

    I could lie here forever Stardust,

    You and I, right here, right now…let’s make music.

     

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