The Hand that speaks

You know that moment when you are thinking that life is unfair, but on further introspection, you think again, that is what I did a few weeks ago. I was told of Irfan Hafiz, a Sli Lankan who got a muscle illness at age 4 and couldn’t move his body but lie in one position (on his belly) and guess what, Irfan wrote three books and this is the interesting part, only one finger could move yes one finger. Writing the first book took him a year but he did write. And to me, that was daring to live. I looked at my paralysis and started making insights, Whereas I cannot speak right now I can write and so it is my new speak.

Writing for me is therapeutic and is more like being on a date,I would like the reader to hear me speak through the words and see the vulnerability and strength therein and be able to get through the date. Now some readers say that I write well and I think my writing is basic. Actually in Highschool, I dropped literature for Political Education which explains my interest in Politics. In perfect health I used to write opinions and do social-political commentary.

So when the stroke happened, I said to myself,’wait, you had a blog,go resume blogging’. The first years post stroke were not good,I was dealing with grief, the grief which means you are in one place and cannot move without assistance basically I am a prisoner of my own body.

I had been waiting for an LLM which was offered and fully funded and indeed it came just after the stroke came and I said,’ wait this will take a short time and I will be okay’. I wrote to them deferring the old admission to 2019 and they wrote back to me but life had other plans, right now as I write,Iam still holding on

So what do you do when life has come to a halt and you are literally walking on a boulevard of broken dreams , do you sit down and cry inviting pity parties, no you dare to live which is what I am doing. Lots of people have told me to write about my journey ( memoir) . It is a good suggestion but as a certified bibliophile, I want to be ready because writing is a huge task .

So if you are thinking that life is unfair, think again and read again and hear my right hand speaking to you.

25 Comments

  1. More than hearing your right hand!! We are listening, dear friend. Your life and hand were clearly sent here to transform.

    1. I love your resilience, speaks to me most of time I take things for granted. Thank you for this.

  2. Dear Mwene,
    You are one of the living legends I know.
    Irrespective of your situation you constantly challenge me.
    Thank you for sharing a part of you with us.
    Your right hand is speaking and we can hear it loud and clear!

  3. We have thanked God and made our petition known to Him… I pray that you continue to speak life to persons that choose pity parties… Keep writing…

  4. I real all through these lines while holding my heart. I can imagine how you have managed to be all this relevant with such conditions, then a time comes I realize you’re a bibliophile…

    Harder brother..

  5. Your story is so inspirational. The keep-going attitude is what we all need and soon we find ourselves. You inspire me.

  6. I could hear the words your right hand spoke. Well written Mwene, thanks for encouraging others with your story 💞

  7. You are such an inspiration.
    Through it all, you have chosen no to waste your pain.
    I do know that God has a plan for us all, how He chooses to execute these plans; He only will grant the grace to carry on and through the journey.

    I pray you a quick recovery and may God continue to give you peace that passes all human understanding.
    Love you plenty.

  8. You earned my respect when you were well and of good health. That respect is still in tact. You are such an inspiration. Key take away for me
    ‘So what do you do when life has come to a halt and you are literally walking on a boulevard of broken dreams , do you sit down and cry inviting pity parties, no you dare to live which is what I am doing.’
    Do continue to inspire us all. So blessed to have crossed paths with you my dear friend.

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