Celebrating East African Writing!
Since it’s a blog affair, I went and borrowed a post from the Sheblossoms blog. And just in case you think it is a repetition, please note that we are allowing time for you to send in your blog nominations, as well as work on your NaNoWriMo. If you do not know about the NaNoWriMo, please check out the details here.
I am glad that of everything I have ever loved and lost, writing is one thing I’ve been able to reclaim time after time.
I was in a conversation with my business partner and a client a couple of days ago. Talking about writing – our client said she had always wanted to write once she turned 50. I said that I have always wanted to write. Our client said she wanted to write so she could earn lots of money from it. We looked at each other and my partner said she wanted to write so she could write.
Ridiculous? Of course we want to earn lots of money from writing! But what if we don’t, what if we do but suffer dry spells in between? Then what, will we then stop wanting to write.
I always quote my mum; she is amazing.
When I was 12, my brother was 22, she sat us both down and told us: Creative gifts are not the kind you can turn off when it’s inconvenient. They are not a part of you. They are you. Once you are born a painter or a writer or a musician, it reflects in everything you do.
You feel more; words have special kin with you when you are a writer, so their weight bears harder on you.
Emotions come to you as music because musical notes and lyrical poetry are part of your thought processes when you are a musician. Colours and shapes have special meaning to you so every detail of landscape, environment, facial expressions and gestures are captured and eternalised in memory. It’s a blessing, but it can be a curse.
Once you accept the gift as yours, you can’t shirk it off when it becomes too heavy to bear. This is the reason my partner and I take writing as seriously as a matter of life and death. Art, writing is sacred to us. So sacred that our friends and associates are judged on the basis of how they carry their gifts in art.
When something is not part of you, you have no special obligation to guard it and honour it. You will use it as you wish because if it suits you, tomorrow you can flush it down the toilet.
That’s the difference between a true artist and a wannabe. See more of Sheblossoms.
So let’s go around the Kenyan Blogosphere and see what you all have been up to lately.
Bee-wildered: I breathed a sigh of relief as I walked out the door of the Patels’ home. Mrs. Patel was a lovely old woman, bless her, but she always insisted on feeding me Indian sweets or some sort of deep-fried vegetarian snacks. She would take my polite refusal to these offerings as… [From Memories-Unearthed]
Gay? Me? Of Course!: My generation throws that word around a lot. And I’m starting to think that in some cases, this generation might not be quite as smart as we think it is. So the question is being posed. What makes you a MAN in this context? [From Yenyewe]
The Kenyan Predicament: Let’s be clear. In war, certain rules must be observed even with regard to the enemy. As spelt out in the Geneva conventions Kenya has laws that almost conform to these. The drama on the norms of humanity, based on treaties founded on the idea of respect [From The Nerd]
Children are Amazing (A Photo Blog): I have always enjoying being with kids, they are wonderful to be with and their words and acts are innocent. They face life with less worry and anxiety. They are indeed amazing. The poem below by Mel Vincent Basconcillo describes them well. [From Elyon House]
Of Growing Old, Finding Beauty and Smoking Weed: Every girl grows up wanting to be told she is beautiful. (People usually say that every girl dreams about her wedding). First, by her father, then the young boys, eventually by a good man. It is a rare occurrence for her to feel truly beautiful which comes about only if she is self-assured in soul, strengths and knows where she is going. [From Poetic Madness]
The next Fabulous-on-the-Blog is on 5th December 2011. You can nominate your own or a friend’s blogpost. Just send in to firstname.lastname@example.org or tweet to @storymoja or message us on Facebook. Mark your tweet or message as Blog Nomination.
Until next week, have a fabulous week!