My journey…..

….like the wheels grip on the track, slowly rolling to speed, I rattle the keyboard for the first blog. Yes, my blog, perhaps not an amusement to avid readers and passionate bloggers. But it’s a far-reaching stride for me. I am a young, regal kairetu [lady] of African descent, with an eye for the lens, passion to empower and a feminist to speak less.

I didn’t expect to be writing my mind, but reminiscent of my past days got me to wonder; How did I get here? How did I choose to sit quietly on a Saturday evening, soberly ignoring the noise and ‘fun’ with my fellow millennials and a soccer match of my favourite team Manchester City vs Newcastle united F.C.

I like to dive, as if to pursue the point of third-person omniscient of the account, and float my thoughts. My endeavor; to entice you, my audience, with my African ng’ano [recitals].

My experience, not to dwell on my exposure, but my keen eye on events, and a retentive memory of the voyage through my school days. I wrote articles, wrote so many with the time I had, lacking the varied platform to share my piles of ideas as now. I shared with newspapers hoping to make for the column, not half again as much got to print, but no helpful feedback from the rest, many will agree there’s no better freedom than that of seeing one’s words voiced to see the light of day.
The editor, set the bar, he-she set the cut.

As the old wise saying goes: Practice makes perfect. In this case, writing is no different to any other skill and in that, I need to gain a lot of experience before I can reach a certain level of competency. I tend to use this platform to improve my writing skills, until this becomes my second nature.

When I write, I lose time. I’m happy in a way that I have a hard time finding in real life. The intimacy between my brain and my fingers and my computer… Yet knowing that that intimacy will find an audience… It’s very satisfying. It’s like having the safety of being alone with the ego reward of being known – Jill Soloway.

How well do these words resonate with you too?

5 thoughts on “My Journey Begins.

  1. There is no passion to be found playing small–in settling for a life that is less than the one you are capable of living. You have a lot of potential, now scribble on Kairítu and make your words sing. Cia thúgúri itiyúraga ikúmbí. Ngúkananoge wa nyina.

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