It’s the middle of the night; all I can hear are crickets strangulating. I’m scribbling in my notebook and can’t seem to catch some sleep. Maybe my insomnia has kicked in. then it strikes me yet again how quickly the days go by…nostalgic moment… It’s been 22 years since my mother passed away. I swear it was just yesterday as a kid, when we moved to the village after her death. Her picture has faded out of my mind and even from the walls of our house in the village. My uncle took all her savings and all her financial documents. Sigh! Amazing how deaths reveal the true colors of ‘family’
I attended Lifunga Primary School. And every day after school I would join my pseudo-cousins and watch TV at their home. We would watch Larry King’s Show and Zain Verjee on CNN (which I watched until my senior level in high school). Though, all this depended on his mother’s mood swing. At times she would chase us away. Since then, my mother’s memories have been there, present in my mind and heart. Showing up in joy and in sorrows and everything in-between.
Some of my earliest memories are when I acquired a library card. I would walk home with a pile of books. What more to expect from a bookworm….. I made the librarians my comrades. Especially since I knew I might need consultation. The ultimate point of life is gaining knowledge and the more books I read, the more knowledge I gathered. In both Grade school and High school my best friend and I wrote stories based on our favorite TV shows, incorporating ourselves into the shows as the brave heroines. Larry King’s Show was our favorite. I was so engraved into current affairs that I would wake up at dawn to keep myself updated.
As a High school teen, I wrote poems about life and family. One of my poems’ won the girls a Health Insurance Cover at Matibabu Hospital. In my senior years at college, my project was to write a show proposal. Which of course stood out again. I journaled! This opened up internship doors wide open for me. Acceptance letters flocked in my mailbox. But all in all, I only had one choice to make. Tough decision huh!
Well, years have passed, and now am reaping what I sowed. Believe you me am enjoying the fruits of my labour.
Snap back to reality! Now I realize it wasn’t insomnia at all. I just needed to quench my thirst for writing. It’s been a minute.