You see, the mind-boggling bit about writers is that they can write about anything and everything.
You cannot comprehend the number of pieces I have hoarded in my archive; half-written, complete or just titles without bodies. Include herein, many scribbled notepads.
If I have a riveting or a colorless conversation with you, I’ll be haunted to write about it.
If I observe an occurrence Iike last week’s blood moon and how watching it left me in awe, I’ll feel obliged to write about it.
If I manage to whip up an awesome meal with little soup and no waru (I’m Kyuk), it means I have conquered a massive temptation and I’ll be dying to pen it.
From the simple, mundane and minute stuff to the profound and weighty, writers will naturally feel inclined to jot down these thoughts. Whether for private or for public consumption.
Our brains itch as stories somersault in our heads. They embezzle our peace and our sweet slumber. We will be up at 3am scribbling on our notebooks. And once we ink them, we experience a bottomless sense of tranquil.
Until the next encounter, next conversation, next hardship, next escapade; which happens sooner than later and the cycle begins again.
Words are the games we play. Books are the items we binge on. We fantasize robbing a bookstore twice a week. Writing makes us come alive. It’s a rebirth of sorts.
These peeps remind me I am sane. The stories they tell in their simplicity or complexity evoke a rollercoaster of emotions. Humor, sadness, challenge, encouragement, love, name it! They write. They make the world a better habitat. I salute them.
By the way, they didn’t pay me to vocalize the above. (Though in my head I’m wishing they did). Just game recognizing game. Sawa?
When it comes to this craft, we are mostly meticulous people. We can punch away 1,000 words in less than an hour, but spend 2-4 hours editing them. We will go full-blown OCD on the poor little article. Guns blazing! Comas, full stops, sentence structure, paragraph length, grammar, readability and much more will be subjected to our microscopic and brutal scrutiny.
And I can tell you for sure, if we re-read that particular piece an hour later or a year later, we shall still find fault. Oops!
What you probably didn’t know is that we sometimes feel inadequate when we compare our works to other great writers.
We sometimes shudder at what people might perceive of us.
We sometimes tremble at the thought of being misunderstood, misquoted or rejected.
Clicking on the Publish/Post button can be the most daunting task for a writer. It takes overwhelming courage, I tell you.
So, please be gracious to us and offer your positive criticism. Help our rubbery knees. And even though we may not say it often, you, our readers are the sole reason we write. So, thank you. We appreciate you.😳
And now, in light of the aforementioned, I have been itching to narrate an encounter.
See, a former high school pal recently contacted me and requested that I assist her to write an email. She needed to express herself but lacked the words to. I recall being lethargic that day. Didn’t feel like writing a thing. (Yeah, writers lack motivation sometimes, no, most times?)
So I wrote a draft and sent it to her. Told her she had the liberty to omit or add to it. Long story short, she was delighted and her recipient was equally elated. I was gratified too. I had served my purpose for that day.
Two weeks later, she reached out again, said she needed help with editing some document. The only difference this time was that she added the magic words – “Then send me an invoice, I’ll pay”.
Couldn’t believe it!
A few words I had drafted out of sheer kindness had landed me a job. As we speak, I have completed that task. It took me 1 and ½ hours to edit it and $23 added to my blinking account. Consequently, long-term project talks are on the table. God bless her beautiful soul.
The moral of this story – I mean, apart from the fact that a little drop of kindness goes a long way is – if you cringe at even the thought of having to craft words, whether an email, Minutes, personal letters, not so sure about proposals and tenders. I think Tabitha Njambi handles that.
Or, if you need content for your website, company product/service or blog – I’m the person you holla at. All you have to do is just add the magic words like she did.😜
And when you do, I get to pay my rent, my Mshwari loan, my Timiza loan and purchase my papa’s medication. Then I’ll not only sleep well, but I’ll rest. I’ll be peaceful and happy.
And when I’m untroubled and jubilant, you will want to know why. I’ll tell you it’s a long story. And because I’ll be loaded, I’ll offer to buy you lunch at a mall with an escalator (just so that you know I no longer fear these intimidating machines), then I’ll tell you my story.
I’ll tell you I sell art here: https://www.facebook.com/abstractwallpaintings/?ref=bookmarks
I’ll tell you that I also blog here: www.ofdailyencounters.wordpress.com
I’ll tell you that I have few but amazing friends. That I have danced and sung my heart out with my family. That I have laughed so hard and found myself on my knees, literally! I’ll tell you that I have been blessed with many beautiful memories. That one of my heart melting moments is my first review from an Upwork client. (picture inserted)
Then I’ll also tell you laborious truths. That my heart has been previously shred to pieces. That my pillows have been tear-soaked on some nights. That betrayal has knocked on my door and grabbed a couch, not once or twice. That I have had moments of despair and doubt. That I have wrestled with esteem issues. That I have failed and faltered countless times!
I’ll also tell you about Jesus. That He is so real and so faithful and so loving and so forgiving. That He has been and still is the glue that keeps me intact when everything else is crumbling. That being a Christian does not exclude you from trials or pain.
But I’ll still tell you to love hard. To laugh hard. To play hard. To work hard. To cry hard. To let go. To pray hard. To cut you some slack. To use your gifts.
I’ll tell you to enjoy every single minute of your life and make it count. That you will win some and lose some.
Then you will go home happy. And in effect you will feel propelled to spread some love or words of encouragement.
You will smile at someone. You will offer to sort your seatmate’s fare, who will replicate the act to someone else the next week.
You will buy two loaves of bread on your way home; one for you and one for your guard. He will almost tear because he didn’t have a meal for that evening. And every time he spots you, he will be grappling with whether you’re truly human or a celestial being.
Your guard will then travel to shagz and return with a sack full of maize from his kaplot in Busia. He will give you some. He will also share with his neighbors.
Then one of his neighbors will make chapatis and share. Get the drill? We will be one big sharing community!
Hold up…did I just pitch you guys? You barely noticed, right?
I forgot to mention that subtlety is a weapon writers unleash in a subtle way.
Just send the gigs my way. I’ll appreciate much!
And while at it, spread some love this week!