Yesterday I looked at myself in the mirror,I saw the image of self, huge eyes I saw, perhaps the only beautiful thing on the face,I wanted to speak to the man in the mirror. If writing were an art, there are those who write and I want to hide in shame,I scribble, you know those ugly scribbles of a toddler, that’s what my writing is,I write more and read alot to better myself and turn into the writer I have wanted to be. Facebook is my life entry journal, I tell it what’s on my mind, when I am super excited and when I am down. If it wanted to get data about my dreams,it would have to just go to my timeline and since we (account holders) click on the agree button on the fact that we have read the terms and conditions when in actual sense we want to finish up the sign up process, I love reading the cyber psychology journal because it brings our cyber use into perspective. So I tell Facebook my dreams about six years ago.
I want to think that life is not the AI kind of thing which snoops on us after we have agreed to the cookies on a browser. Six years later life has turned me into one though the shoes are too huge to fit. You know writing is an art.
Art has a soul and I look for it daily and sometimes I find it while sometimes it’s rare to find, I look at my writing is it good enough? Naah, I think that readers are just happy that a guy in my situation can attempt to write. I hope that my scribbles will turn into some beautiful abstract painting on a large canvas. Sometimes telling ourselves the truth is the sweetest thing we can do.
When I write liturgical or Biblical reflections, I enter into a sacred space. Holy moments are no longer relegated to high-minded church pews or stuffy sanctuaries. I meet God on the page, in the dotted i’s and crossed t’s, in the margins of my real life.It’s easy to believe that faithful writing must be formulaic.
Talking formulas, I’m reminded of the time I switched from literature for Political Education in high school. Politics has always appealed to me so in choosing the subjects, I ended up dropping Literature and replacing it with Political Education, that perhaps explains my political commentary and finally zeroing on Law. I love characters in a book that I read. I was Njoroge the protagonist in ‘Weep not, Child’ and my friend was Mwihaki. We are still friends with Mwihaki. When it comes to characterisation, I have two childhood friends and the three of us make The trois or the Three musketeers. I go by the name Aramis. Arthos and Porthos took up the good characters and left me with Aramis. That’s how much I treasure reading and immersion in books. There are some pieces I read and I want to tear the page and keep it close to my heart. So as I looked at the man in the mirror, I wanted to ask him about his dreams six years ago and whether the reflection was not of crises as I write this.