Weekend Updates

Hi, how’s your Saturday coming along?

I hope all’s well with you and that you get some rest or get to do something that adds value to your well-being. As for me, let’s just say that Saturdays are my binge reading days where I get to lounge and read more than two books.

So, let’s get right into the three books that I can’t wait to read today!

Disruptive Play: The Trickster In Politics and Culture connects knowledge from mythology, folklore, popular culture, art, politics, and play theory to make its case that to be playful means not taking power seriously. At critical mass, power collapses and leaves us swimming about in the waters of the amoral Trickster.New values emerge and could lead to some version of the dystopia that currently drenches popular culture. Or, if people can discern between the authentic contact and exhilaration of play, and branded, mediated, alienated pleasure, then we just might stumble and frolic our way to the Play Society. Disurptive Play is ideal for enthusiasts of the human condition and those who hold out for the vision, however slim, of the Play Society. 

A fascinating account of how radical researchers have used experiments to overturn conventional wisdom and shaped life as we know it

A medical mystery/fantasy/love story that delves deeply into the nature of consciousness while raising many of the ethical and existential issues facing scientists today.

On writing:

I’m making progress with Sifuna and it feels good to be writing again and believing that there is a story to tell after all. My Mentor affirmed this by saying “If I were you, I’d end the story at page fifty, after that, all hell breaks loose.”

The August issue of Nilichoandika Magazine is starting to take shape. I’ve got three submissions from awesome young writers in neighboring countries that I can’t wait to share their works with the world.

On travel and work: I’ve got my sights set on a Youth Summit in July and my hope is that I get to submit a paper I’ve been working on that challenges governments to focus on Adolescent Mental Health.

On the World Cup: Well, this year it’s all about the underdogs and I’ll do what I do best, get a good look at the line-up and relish the close up on the faces of the players before the matches start. So we’ve got Group F( South Korea vs Mexico; Germany vs Sweden) and then in the next group (Belgium vs Tunisia).

I’m currently:

  • Listening to – God I Look to You by Bethel Music.
  • Drinking– my second cup of milk tea
  • Hoping to– sit down and edit this week’s report.


It’s four o’clock in the morning and for the love of me, I do not have the words to pen down. My fingers are numb and I don’t like this pencil.

I pick a pen but then it’s blue and I feel like writing in black, casting away demons that are not there, but seem to hover above this notebook.

My phone lights up “Hi, I know you’re awake.”

I switch it off and walk to the window. The shutter is dusty and I struggle to open it without drawing the curtain. It’s four o’clock, who’s awake and up and about at such a time?

‘Macho biggy’ is strolling on our compound, pissing at every plant, you’d think this was the feline’s kingdom! I walk to the sitting room and sit on the floor. I should never have stated the truth yesterday…he was mad that I was supporting a team he felt and knew was inferior. “You don’t know a thing about football,” he said. I told him “This is the year of the underdog. All the big names and big teams you know about will surprise you…it’s the teams that the world never thinks about that will sail to the finals.”


He said “yeah right and I am the recipient of the NYS funds.”

I smiled and attempted to laugh at this, but then his friend simply said, “she may not know a thing about football, but she knows a lot about people, and football is about people- more so, it’s about watching people play.”

He turned to his friend and I saw the guy shrink. I smiled at this and the little box in my mind remained unchecked, a defeat, a victory…I have no clue, and it felt like the world was suddenly revealed to me.

“It’s never the big things, it’s always the little things…the little things.” I looked at the wall clock and then walked back to the bedroom, thirty minutes of aimless wandering did me some good, but even then…I still had no words. So, I found myself dreaming of days long gone and the one thing that I swore I’d never do when it came to writing at four in the morning “compromise.”

I wrote about him.

I wrote about his impending defeat.

I wrote about everything that I wanted to say that he’d never listen to, and then, I burned it! I wrote because it’s the one thing that I am certain of…well, aside from having this life to live.


Things I look forward to this weekend

Hey, so…the 2018 World Cup is officially on today! I’m excited and cannot wait to watch the games and especially three things:

  1. The line up
  2. The line up
  3. The Line up

It also happens to be Father’s Day weekend :-), and here’s to all the Dads.


I’m looking forward to getting some much needed sleep and drinking lots of tea.

I’ve got a few project meetings to attend but all in all, I’m so glad that it’s a long weekend and cannot wait to catch up on my reading. I’ve got these three books waiting for me:


Have an awesome weekend!