Ngoiri wrote this piece a week after she turned 22. She reflects on the daunting experience of becoming an adult and some of the lessons she is learning. There’s something about Ngoiri’s style of writing which makes you pause and reflect. This post is an outpouring of wisdom and encouragement, and I hope you find it worth your while.
“Understanding that everything is temporary in this world has allowed me to embrace life’s outcomes, whatever they are. People like things are temporary and bearing in mind that everything that exists is already fraying and in transition makes the ultimate process of fragmentation and separation easier. One of our main frustrations in life is the apparent attachment we create on people and things-money, property, parents, friends, but most especially our partners. We create an illusion that they will be our forever, which makes us live in the constant fear of losing them to someone else. It’s important to realize that it’s nice to have all these things and all these people, but it’s not a requirement for you to be happy.”Ngoiri Migwi
This is a brilliant think piece on quotes. To many of us, quotes are just harmless. Why shouldn’t we aspire to inspire before we expire? When the going gets tough, the tough get going. What’s wrong about drawing inspiration from that? Allan is not a very big fan of quotes, in fact, he thinks they “mean nothing, stem from nothing and are designed just well enough to massage the feelings of inadequacy in the readers.” Welele! Read the issue to find out more!
“Living quote to quote is no way to live. It is just not right to relinquish your freedom of thought to carefully worded extracts of texts you do not read or aren’t aware of the full body of work they come from.”Muigei Allan
Yes, I am quoting Allan. The irony is not lost on me.
In which Chebet answers the question: “How old were you when you realised your parents were just people?”
Heh. I need to get a glass of water for this one. I think realising your parents are imperfect is one of the most confusing part of growing up. I loved that Chebet explained in great detail the anger and confusion she felt at first. She had to throw away the pedestal she had placed them on, but she quickly learnt that she had to still honour them despite their flaws.
“I should still honour them. Ephesians 6:2-3 says: “Honour your father and mother” – which is the first commandment with a promise…” Back in the ‘when parents were Demi-gods in my eyes’ days, I wondered why such an easy commandment needed a promise. However, after I realised how flawed they were it made sense that I would not want to respect their decisions or obey their rules. I still endeavour to honour them specially when they may not be worthy of it.”Chebet Naserian
I stumbled upon this post on Twitter and loved every bit. Muthoni says there is a bias in the way books by writers of colour are reviewed and marketed. There is this expectation that books by writers of colour should be political, that they should explore a myriad of important themes, while white authors can write about anything and everything and get away with it.
“Black authors are seldom lauded for their literary prowess and while there is nothing wrong with highlighting socio-political issues, the publishing industry should take caution in pushing the idea that it is the only thing African writers can or should write. It shouldn’t be the only thing. The ways in which publishers, marketers and early reviewers invite readers to engage with these books affect the way they are received by readers which in turn affects public perception of literature from Africa, sales and ultimately, recognition of writers as just that, writers not politicians.”Muthoni
I love that my friend Linnet finally got the courage to share her writing with the world! She is one of those people with very rich inner lives, and I love that she is sharing some of that richness.
\When I look at the stars, I don’t look for the sun. I look for memories. New ones, old ones, forgotten ones, and those close to my eyes. Sometimes, I look for the future/
\When I look at the moon, I don’t look for the sky. I don’t look for the shine. I look for depth, answers, courage, and beliefs. Sometimes I look for hope, reason, and bravery/ …https://mykandiashares.wordpress.com/2020/05/16/things-that-cannot-be-compared/
In which Sasha writes about her weird relationship with writing. I can relate to all the feelings! I don’t know if a time will come when I’ll proud of my work, ha. I even have trouble claiming the title ‘writer’. Irriz wharr irris though.
“Writing has been elusive. It has been more slippery than a freshly caught fish or a marble floor mopped with soap or the DMs of anyone bored during quarantine.”Sasha Wanjiku
As you may know, my affirmation for this month is by Morgan Harper Nichols – “I will have joy for the small things I have access to. I will pay attention to where the Light pours through.”
Morgan inspires me to practice joy with her daily reminders. In this piece, she talks of creating as a way to practice joy. You’ll love it.
“I write a lot about blooming, but “blooming” into who you were meant to be doesn’t mean unfolding into perfection. For many flowers, and certainly the magnolia, blooming doesn’t usually mean that you will bloom all year. Blooming is the act of coming forth in due season, becoming who you were meant to be, one petal at a time, flowing gently in the spring breeze. Allowing yourself to unfold, right here, in the landscape however you are able to, knowing that no matter what comes of your bloom, you have played a part in something greater than you.”Morgan Harper Nichols
8. ‘I had to choose being a mother’: With no child care or summer camps, women are being edged out of the workforce
“When parents can’t do it all, women’s paid labour is the first to go.” – Whew!
With schools and day-care centres closed due to the COVID-19 pandemic, there is significantly more domestic labour at home. Women have been forced to quit their jobs to take on the responsibilities at home.
Gendered roles. Domestic labour wars. Solution – Hire a domestic worker (often a woman from a lower class). Men still don’t take up domestic labour. This article made me think!
Have a lovely Sunday afternoon!