Have you not heard? ‘Writing is an adventure. To begin with, it is a toy and an amusement. Then it becomes a mistress, then it becomes a master, then it becomes a tyrant. The last phase is that just as you are about to be reconciled to your servitude, you kill the monster and fling him to the public.’ Winston Churchill
This week we highlighted So Long A Letter by Mariam Ba. It takes the form of a letter from Ramatoulaye, a woman who has recently been widowed, to her closest friend Aissatou and written in the very powerful hand of the Senegalese writer Mariam Ba.
Beginning next week, you will have the pleasure of a unique poetry experience with Linda Musita and Sitawa Wafule. Not you have not been left out because we are giving you a chance to participate. Details to be announced next week.
The Sins of the Mother
My father was the hardest, staunchest believer in life rules. His first rule was: No true Kikuyu blood should be mixed with any blood from ikamba (from Kamba land), ruguru (west of Kenya), or from ruraya (abroad). He believed his children, even the daughters were made from the blood of Gikuyu and Mumbi, whom he virtually considered to be under gods of the great Ngai. He expected the very best from his children; sent my brothers, my sisters and I to the best schools his money could buy.
It was just after independence, spirits were high, hopes were soaring. My father wanted so much for the great country, and so he sent us to get the best education, even as far as sending me and my sisters, not just our brothers, to universities abroad.
And that is where I broke the rules. Read the rest here.