My Afrobloggiversary

Writing is my forte or so I tell myself.Writing is like being on a date, I want the reader to bear with me and see my strength/ vulnerability therein such that by the time the date (reading) ends , they’re willing to go out with me again next time I write. I cannot even try shouting right now. I would produce that super awkward mumble that a baby produces, only that I am an adult baby. I loved Grey’s Anatomy, the scrubs and the medical language. Next month will mark five years since I got into an accident that changed my life. I got a Celebrovascular accident ( CVA) and survived it, that’s why perhaps, I am here and you are reading this. A stroke is romanticized as a CVA and not many survive it, last week on Friday, was world stroke day and contrary to the myth, stroke can happen to anyone. Long ago, I thought that stroke was a preserve of the old folks, I am thinking again in light of what is happening. I think life said,”Mwene, you like calling your self an old man, welcome to old age with the illness for old folks”. The insight on my stroke is that I can speak with the right hand as the left hand is paralyzed and unable to type. The body is amazing, how it adjusts to situations is amazing, so I continued writing. Like Milan Kundera, I write to disturb the comforted and not to comfort the disturbed. Writing has always been my thing and it is not surprising that I bring up screenshots of thoughts on a topic as early as five years ago.

Wordplay is a style I use to make my point known. So I have for example written about Africa being a country and how Uganda was once a country,all those, humorous as they may be are supposed to drive the point home. Uganda is the Pearl of Africa but I thought why not call it the Peril of Africa because the trick in there is that you abuse subtly that even a government sympathizer will agree with the writer. On the recent Kenya loans with the IMF, I wrote, Let’s go on a debt and spend some time ALOAN. Word play brings healing to the writer first, before communicating the frustration therein.

So I pen my frustrations with the government for stopping the Democratic Governance Facility and share it,a friend shares it on their WhatsApp status and Musa Benjamin reads it and then contacts me and one year later, we are here.In June 2021, I was a nominee for the best outstanding blogger nod and that’s no mean achievement, I write about my own struggles ( journeying with stroke) as well as sociopolitical commentary. I can say that in the past year,I have grown, become a better writer and I will continue writing on, one hand at a time. I can safely write that this is my first Afrobloggiversary.

4 Comments

  1. Congratulations the old man of the clan. You’ve been so inspiring and phenomenal to many especially me.
    You’ve written about any topic on this planet Earth and the unmatched energy. You might not use the voice to speak but the written words never fade.

    Blessings sir

  2. Mwene!!!!!!!
    Finally I have gotten the courage to write under your blogpost on stroke

    You are a survivor!! I want to shout, I want to hug you and I want to tell you I am so proud of you.
    To think you have lost your audible voice is a lie because this voice with through your pen is so powerful. Aphasia got nothing on you.
    You are doing what many of us with feet and hands can’t do.

    God bless you okay and lift you up in your down moments. No matter how cold this bathroom floor is you will rise, in fact you are already rising Mwene.

    Lots of love from a care giver of a stroke survivor

  3. Congratulations Mwene on your anniversary. You may have (temporary) speech loss, but you have continued to speak to us. Keep on keeping on.

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