It should come easily to me. Writing I mean. I’ve always done it. I find comfort in words… in reading, in writing, in listening…

I have been reading books since I could learn how to. There were books everywhere in the house growing up. I read everything as a child from books to old magazines (remember the Readers’ Digest?) Then I started writing. Sometimes just short essays of whatever madness was in my mind, sometimes poetry, sometimes humour, and other times, pain.

There is no right reason why I stopped writing. I wish there was because then I’d know what to blame. What I have sound like excuses.

I got busy…

I got lazy…

I was not in the zone…

What more can I say?…

You know, excuses.

I decided to revive my blog not because the urge to write again had kicked in, but because I was challenged, through a gift.

During the December holidays last year, I received two t-shirts as gifts, one with an inside joke, and the other with the words ‘Write On.’ It goes without saying which t-shirt I am talking about.

Before then, I had been thinking of reviving my blog, but for no reason at all, I kept postponing the whole idea. Then came the t-shirt and I just knew I had no choice now.

I knew I needed a ‘Write On’ moment to kickstart this journey.

It could have been when I travelled to Naivasha and stayed for one week in one of the best hotels, or the numerous work trips I have been on, it could have even been the time I wrote a story for a friend’s blog, or the numerous times I worked with different writers while editing their work. It could even have been when I was nostalgic about my past blogging days.

It wasn’t any of those times.

In fact, it was while I was sitting in a meeting with my bosses, and the chairman of the IEBC, while handling three other different tasks that I had my ‘Write On’ moment.

Over the past two years my life has changed in ways I never imagined it could. I have so many stories to tell… And because I just have just woken up my ‘Write On’ moment, here we go…

This should be fun.

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  1. Patrick

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    Dip thy quill,
    in the fountain of they heart…

    Thy Quill,
    tis your wand,
    whisk! whisk!!

    Thy Pain & bliss
    Are some of thy colours

    Scarlett & white
    Art the shade of thy quill

    Whisk, whisk!
    to knoweth
    the power of thy quill.!!

    …..😉 Can’t wait to read more of your literary work.

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