Dreams

We spend a lot of time knocking on doors, when we are young, its adulthood we are knocking at,we are dreaming of independence, when we are at Lawschool, we are dreaming of big things, Silver came by last weekend and it was nothing but banter and catching up. When I was young, I used to admire intelligent people but as I grew older my admiration waned as I found kind people more gracious and admirable. Most intelligent people talk to me in their free time, kind people free their time to talk to me.A weekend is time for resting and catching up but when a friend frees up that time to check on you, it’s priceless. There’s an element of empathy where someone wants to come and walk in your shoes and understand what pain you may be going through.

While at Lawschool, we fulfilled Habakuk 2:2  “Then the LORD replied: “Write down the revelation and make it plain on tablets so that a herald may run with it.” Our journal entry was Facebook and writing we did open up a blog called weekly touch and our dream was to be a University newsletter. There was a  University newspaper called, The Standard,we however felt it was not student centered, I started with a class News letter called the Touch and well oh well,we had to read books and somehow the Touch got swallowed up by many things,academics had to take priority.

We finally took it online and it was a blog called the weekly touch. A couple of years I checked, the site was still on but the last I checked, the website doesn’t exist ! I was just into Media and the Law,I published with Microsoft publisher for the start before advancing to Adobe and later did some web development. The irony is that I have always been basic even with this blog. I’m not into aesthetics, I believe or lie to self that the main thing on my blog should be the writing. I love Bikozulu’s blog perfect definition of a neat website.

Another great idea that we birthed was a Social Media consults, something akin to what modern Day influencers are doing today and this is years ago

We believed that we’d conquer the world and run the city and we were right,it was just a matter of time.

Writing for both of us has never been an issue so even after graduation we had writing and research gigs and we would cynically,”the only free money you can get is at your funeral”. This can be said to mean that the world owes you nothing! Talking aspirations, about 5 years ago, I wondered if I was on the right path because my goals seemed to be shrinking.

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.

Writing for me is like being on a date; it is not unusual that Iam not really funny here and really smart here and maybe showing some anger over here, so she sees that maybe I have this dark side. I want it to have been worth it for everyone to sit through it, however long I ask them to be. I resumed blogging in 2019 and I am not about to stop, though one hand is paralyzed and unable to write, that is but a limitation,I am doing some hand exercises for the left hand specifically so that it can regain functionality.

Mwenesults

This is a derivative of Mwene and consults, I have to continue being useful to society  In continuation of my writing, I have set up a “home office”basically working from home and doing writing and more writing, some sort of small scale consulting on legal related perspectives and social political commentary. Here’s my Blog portfolio do not hesitate to contact me Here.

So what happens to our dreams? The best thing is to adapt to the new normal and see how we can move forward. Courage doesn’t always roar. Sometimes courage is the little voice at the end of the day that says I’ll try again tomorrow.Lets try again tomorrow when today refuses.