You have 40 minutes to write this composition. Go! Cue in the heart palpitating like the tom-tom drums of West Africa. You have to make sure you create a situation where that simile will apply in your composition, right? If you remember those times, you are Kenyan. Congratulations. If you remember that simile, you are definitely a millennial, Generation Y species. Pat yourself on the back. You wrote about being lost in a forest. You wrote about being kidnapped. You wrote about a fire at your neighbour’s. You wrote about the day you would never forget. And that day was always about some cheesy event where you either won something or toured some special place. This is where you went all out, whether in truth or in fiction. There was no Instagram or Facebook to show people. You could only do it in paper and only your teacher could see it.
You know what surprises me? What makes me laugh? It is the fact that I write on this blog all the time but somehow I manage to pass all the wrong messages. I love writing. I write because that is the only way I can be heard without being interrupted. I do not write to hint at people. Unfortunately that is what I end up doing. There’s always someone somewhere who believes I am writing about him. What surprises me most is the fact that more than one person will think a post was about him.
Even more interesting is that the posts that fall prey to suspicious eyes are always about love. Like this one here or this one. I have decided to come out clear and tell you the truth behind my posts. I never write without a specific inspiration behind it. There is always someone I am writing about and most times, they do not even get to read it. The reason I write is because I believe someone else will relate to my experience and probably even learn something that helps him/her make a better decision.
I write when someone pisses me off. I write when someone makes me happy. Like watching a mushy movie and crying to unleash the inner feelings I have, I write for the same reason too. I find it rather healthy, other than, say, walking up to the culprit and knocking the daylights out of him.
I also write that I may be understood, even if I have been told that I am an expert in all things cryptic. Today, I was going to lash out at someone who pissed me off in the morning. Then I figured it would make no sense at all. The other day I asked a friend whether he’d ever read my blog and he went like “The one you usually rant and share the story of your lonely life? Or you have another?”
Okay. I was all “I hate you” and stuff but I said yes. Because, essentially, that is what I do in here. “I rant and share the story of my lonely life”. LOL
But seriously though, you have to be extra careful when you choose to go the blogging way. In many ways, it is an art. You have to pick the right moment to blog so that no one gets offended or realizes it’s about them. You also have to decide on whether you are going to be petty or real. Do you want to write for views (virality) or for actual useful content? I choose to go with the latter. I am not suggesting that viral cannot be useful, I am just saying it is not my thing.
Plus I use this as a platform for bigger things, if you know what I mean. Life is about progress and using what you have to do what you can until another door opens. That is what I do here. Hope you are doing the same in whatever area you are in. Chase what you love. Nothing will come to you without your effort. Like they say, you can lead a horse to water but you can’t make it drink. And as I write that, I have made a note to myself too because God knows I have watched dozens of opportunities pass me by as I watch.
December resolution, grab hold of every opportunity and see how it goes. There’s nothing to lose! Now you know why I do this. Or perhaps I just let you know what I want you to know. I guess you will never know.
A lot has happened in the past month after I learnt this very important virtue. For one, I did something I would never have done before in my comfort zone. Let me tell you all about it.
Immediately I left that talk, I applied for an online job I had kept pending. It is a writing job. I love writing. I love it so much that in primary, my BFF and I wrote a series of stories entitled ‘The Adventurous Duo’. The duo was me and her in a make-believe world where fun stuff happened. I wish I still had the copies. The thing is, my uncle took the manuscripts for typing but somehow, he misplaced them. No big deal, I forgot about it.
Later on, my amazing mum saw this writing competition on The Sunday Nation and insisted I had to write. She was so sure I was going to win. Needless to say, I did win. I was so excited that Sunday, the eve of my birthday. 10K at thirteen years is a load of money. Of course I did not feel the effect for long as I spent it on my form one shopping in February.
Anyway, back to the job. I so got it. I started writing immediately. The editor was impressed. I was happy he was. My dexterity was back!
Then old Carol started coming back with questions. What if it was a fraudulent operation? What if it did not last long? I clearly needed my own personal computer to hack this kind of thing with unlimited internet access. Who was I kidding? I did not have one.
But you know what? I kept on. I remembered the speaker talking of how he enrolled for a Masters programme without the fees. How he got a fees waiver after all his efforts. How I have nothing to lose by trying.
For two weeks, I spent days in the library on the PCs that are generously placed on the ground floor, a new development by the way (made it look all studious on NTV news tonight. Just had to add this though am totally diverting). You could say it was fate.
A week ago, my class went on a trip to the capital. Good for me, home sweet home. I talked to my folks about how I was doing this thing and all. My mum was pretty excited. She is always pushing me to write more. My dad joked a lot about it.
Where am I going with this? I guess in the midst of the jokes, he realised that I actually needed that gadget even for my studies. Two days down the line, I had it. Just like that. You may say it is his responsibility as a parent to do that but I beg to differ.
I have come to the conclusion that it was a mixture of my determination and his fulfilment of manly duties. Do not look at me like that. You know what I mean.
This may be a very insignificant example but I trust you get my drift. I will not go into the inevitable what ifs we always delve into in such situations. I did it once already.
Someone once said that writing is a way of talking without being interrupted. It is so much fun especially for an introvert like me. Find out what you love doing and make the best out of it.
We all have talent. Just because someone can sing or dance and you cannot does not mean they are better than you. You are just better in something else. I know this is cliché but, be yourself. There is just one you.