1. On feeding the muse
It’s up to every writer (or creative) what they feed their muse. I feed mine with the written word, among other things. I started a summer reading challenge last year in order to dedicate time on books I’ve been meaning to read. If you’d like to join me while I read this summer, please see my latest post, How Do You Read, for details.
2. I’m grateful for the gift of a written word
I have brilliant writers in my community, who gift me with meaningful words. One example of those words is the micro poem on the featured image. It’s an extraordinary gift that was hand-stitched just for me! I return to these words each time I feel someone is going to great lengths to put me in a box.
3. The different ways of telling your story to others
Edge of Humanity Magazine is one of the online magazines, I enjoy reading. They recently featured amazing work by Artist/Photographer Mandy Williams, Scattering Pages From My Diary. I just think this is another wonderful way of storytelling.
4. On celebrating an extraordinary life
The news of Binyavanga Wainaina’s passing early this week saw me reaching out to my friends. I mean my real friends in South Africa, who also knew Wainaina. Even then, during varsity days, he was full of life and someone you wouldn’t forget.
He went on to become one of Africa’s influential writers and activist. One of his notable works is an essay, How to Write About Africa. Of course, I admired his works from a distance. Even in the age of social media, I wasn’t brave enough to say, “Hi! Remember me, long time ago we were in the same economics class at University of Transkei.” Who does that anyway?
While we are saddened by the news of his early departure, we also recalled the good old days. One of my friends even managed to get us laughing as she remembered, “His life was a celebration, he always smelled of food.” Indeed, his life was a celebration, and an inspiration. May he rest in peace.
5. Reminiscing about the past makes me feel old, but I’ll do it anyway
After a conversation with my friends that evening, I listened to one of the favourite hit songs of the time. A song that got everyone on the dance floor, Power of Love by Luther Vandross. Gosh! We were so young then. We knew nothing about love, it was more about power of lust. And yes, our study time at UNITRA (as we called it) was a celebration too; a coming of age.
Anyway, that’s how my week went. How was yours?
Occasionally, I share five random things I’m reading, watching, doing and thinking about. Hope you find them interesting.