Malaika(Engel Kalema). The mute, shy 🙃☺️ storyteller

Offlate I've been feeling like this sage😌; been carrying around some serious mhenga vibes 😌heavy smh. Infact when I close my eyes right now,I see myself sitted on a mat,shuka loosely tied from one shoulder,drooping in simplicity and minimalism,legs crossed,ready to share words of profound wisdom 😌 which kimchezomchezo might just end up being honored adages in ages to come 😅 So let wisdom flow like a river... I know there's all the noise nowadays with not listening to other people,their opinions and all that if you want to move forward. But to be honest,we rely on the judgements and instincts of some people in our lives,a select few,whose judgements we trust to even form opinions. These may be our parents, friends,mentors and people we look up to.Hawa wakisema hakuna cha eti oh 😂"nobody's opinion mara sijui oh 😂"listen to nobody but yourself,we actually sit ourselves down,listen and actually start considering what they're saying sometimes ...

All writers at some point go through this barren, uncreative phase,very dark,very dark. It comes in two ways; The one where nothing moves you to write.No matter how interesting the events around you, you just can't feel the soul of it. Then there's when you have the stories but putting them into words is just a challenge. Everyone has been in either one of the two situations,(or both 🤦😤)time and again. I mean,when I was starting out as a writer,I had writer's block almost everyday 😂mpaka nikaanza kushuku my writing abilities🤦 I've heard on more times than one that that the solution to writer's block is to just write. No matter how "bleh🥵"your writing  ends up being,just write anything. You've seen a truck,write,a shoe,write,a worm 😂okay I'm kidding. This is very sound advice I agree but I also think there's a more specific approach to this. Say If you're feeling uninspired or unmoved to write, you should expose yourself to...

As writers we often have a lot to say, opinions, sentiments.. Whether we vocalize these or not doesn’t matter , point is we do,we always do. Things that are just mundane and normal to others strike us in another fashion.We see a story behind everything and that goes double for anyone with an eye for aesthetics. If you like art, beautiful things , then images do go a loooong way, As one such person,I discovered that visual writing prompts are more effective for me. I can just look at a picture and a myriad of ideas and stories fill my mind. For example this picture here These are Armenian warlocks of the  Azerbaijan empire,  (Armenian I assume since the whole vibe is middle eastern-ish They have come to an unanticipated halt since there seems to be an inpenetrable force ,magic,we assume. The kingdom they were sent to spy on was alerted of their coming and prepared to stop them right at the entrance of their territory. And so will th...

Remember I had mentioned that I had moved into a new apartment.Well, yesterday I had my friends over for a little housewarming party. We had a really good time and soon after they left I marvelled at how easily I could bring people, diverse people types together. It could be because I have always had it easy connecting with almost everyone and I mean actual connecting, not the proverbial general kindness and struggle to accomodate everyone just cos we ought to. I always have something in common with most people I come across ,be it a shared interest, something we're both good at, something we both love and idolize or our conversations just click and we can talk for hours on end . I mean I can hang with the introverted  artists, the altruists , the social and charismatic, the open minded and freespirited.Wote wote. It makes sense now how ever since I was young, I could fit in almost everywhere. Ungenipata choir baada ya hapo dancing or hiking,only to find me seriously and furiously ...

 Today afternoon found me at my balcony,glass of pineapple juice in my hand,a pen and notebook and my set of four eyes,hawk eyes 👀 for that matter.  I had just moved into this new apartment na for once I had scored an apartment that had a balcony in the upper floors. On this  I maximised kabsaaa, both as a writer and as a person who generally likes sightseeing. I'm one of those people ambao you literally have to excuse and let them sit karibu na dirisha every time you're traveling, if you  value peace. Opposite our apartment there was another apartment with a balcony on this floor just like ours.Well,today though it's as if I had company from as far across as that side.A young man ,say 25ish also sat there,pen and paper kama tu mimi,so I'm guessing agenda ilikuwa ileile. He kept staring all the way down then back up while nodding to the music in his ears. He had sat on the edge of his chair in this design that boys usually do,yaani ni ka ambao hawataki k...

  There's always one day,a random day,nothing special about it,but it certainly is a day worthy of remembering. You  come across old pictures as you're springcleaning,you find some of your old journals,an artwork you once made,a pair of old ballet shoes you once wore or you maybe bump into a childhood friend who in the name of 'childhood memories'can't stop gushing over how good a dancer,singer or artist you were,how debateclub wasn't debate club without you in it or how the school football team was always assured of a win any time you played. At first you reminisce in passive nostalgia,maybe you even smile at the memories of those days,at the  passion of those longgone days but that's all you do,reminisce.I mean,you can't possibly go back there now,can you?,you are in your final year of study and seriously preparing for that economics project or you're simply able to live within your means and are blessed enough  to have a good beautiful...