It’s waking up to the sunlight coming through my bedroom window.
To making my bed, taking a walk around the house to each room drawing curtains, cleaning where I can and settling down to breakfast later on.
This house is not mine, I pay rent at the end of every month to someone else, yet each moment I spend here feels like heaven.
For this is how I dream of my own space, it being a place of comfort and solace and secure, until then I strive to have a little bit of heaven right here.
My family and most of those I hold dear are healthy and optimistic.
I have a new job, and I look forward to doing my best at it while also improving on my understanding of people, places and spaces.
Lastly on this first day, I sincerely hope I can commit to improving on my writing, on this blog and publish more books, starting with the one I couldn’t publish last year.
The very first time someone asked me why I write, I shrugged my shoulders and said ‘I don’t know, I just do.’
I was thirteen then.
Truth is, writing is the only way I felt seen and heard, and free. So, whenever I could, I wrote letters to my Father told him about everything that he was missing out on and waited for a response…
Now, having kept at it and published 10 books, all I can say is that I write because I hear myself loud and clear when I do.
What I enjoy most about writing is that despite having done it for so long, I still fear that I may fall short every time I approach a blank page.
And in those times when the weight on my shoulders and the pain in my chest makes it unbearable for me to breathe, I look to the void, to the place where solace is abound.
And just like that, I know with every breath that I have that spirituality is important in this life that I lead.
I got caught up in life, working and traveling and focusing on everything but this blog and I once heard it said that ‘a writer never dies, they’re immortalized in words,’ and this has never been so true right this moment. Here I am writing about the things that kept me away from blogging.
I traveled to Carlifornia and Washington DC, spent a week working-meeting the people and seeing the places that have directly influenced my job for the past four years.
I was moved so much when I visited the National Museum of African American History and Culture, and the chronology of events from 1776 all to modern day, show the struggles, experiences and evolution of African Americans and I wept on the second floor. I wept when I got to Emett Till’s story and that in itself is a reminder of how many black children and families have been killed, destroyed and wounded forever by injustice. I highly recommend visiting this museum-it’s free to enter but you have to reserve a slot online in advance, so if you are even in the capital, Washington DC, make that reservation and visit all the 4 floors.
And what would my trip be without books? I got some great books and stationery gifted to me by a lovely soul who loves book and coffee as much as I do.
I am home now, feels good to be back- and can’t wait to put into practice some skills I have been working on and learning on how to write and engage better.
Oh, next post will be about some stuff that I wanted to do and how that really went down.
Have a great week ahead!
If you are in Kenya, I cannot affirm this any more beyond #RejectFinanceBill2024.
It’s been a while since I shared any updates on life, what I’m reading and loving and it’s mostly because I have not settled down to doing so.
This May I’d love to do a couple of things, some that I have always spoken about and others that well…need my attention and some may seem fun but I wouldn’t know unless I tried.
I had an answer for this twelve years ago. The career, the relationship, the money, the places…and everything in between, including the places and time, but I got to learn about the curves in the road.
The experiences that shredded me to pieces, the memories I want to relive, the place I am now.
So, where do I see myself in 10 years…wherever I may be, my only desire is that I have no regrets.
One key thing is scheduling and re-scheduling, and always looking up time zones to set up zoom meetings, attend webinars and so forth.
Google Docs has made collaborating on proposals and working drafts easier.
I’m online more than I’d love to.
I throw a fit when there is a power outage- and yes, I remember the one time I bought a selfie ring light and stand that can be powered using a power bank because I couldn’t stand missing four meetings in a week.
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