This editor admits that after a few weeks not working on the blog, I felt rather rusty, and a bit terrified. Rusty because I had forgotten some of the codes for maintaining the writers’ blog, and terrified because this blog represents the creativity and love for words of many writers in the Storymoja community, and I would loathe to misrepresent it.
So, I sat for almost an hour trying to figure out what to say here. Fortunately the TV was on, and the remote control close enough for me to manipulate from the living room couch where I am held hostage.[I will parlay on this opportunity to elicit sympathy by declaring that I have been quite ill for a while, but Storymoja in the spirit of celebrating writers and creating jobs for the youth, considered me both a writer and a youth, and allowed me to continue doing my job from home, and sometimes the hospital bed.]
My job in this instance is to be part of this community celebrating writers, young and old, new and old, aspiring and established, and to help them find a forum for creative growth, positive critique and stimulating discussion. You can see why I would be anxious to find the right words.
Back to the TV, I was able to tune in to one of the channels airing the Parliamentary proceedings. And imagine that, there I found inspiration from our Members of Parliament.
You see, politicians and indeed Senior Counsels, have the gift, perhaps curse, depending on which side you look at it, of using words in speech, to humor, to lie blatantly, to confuse, occasionally to push for truth, justice and good will, but mostly to safeguard their own interests.
Watching how they use words, it occurred to me that writers have almost as much power. Writers have the capacity to draw their readers, to create virtual friendships, and allied forces, to create laughter, to expose lies, to make things clear, and I hope that always a writer can use words to push for truth, justice and goodwill; be it through social and political commentary, through inspirational or technical material, or through poetry and fiction writing.
That said, I would like to draw your worthy attention to the new rules with regards to the Story of the Week. Beginning now, all stories published on the Storymoja Blog will be eligible for the Crown of Story of the Week. The stories will be posted every Monday. Readers will be encouraged to both critique and vote for the story they believe should wear the crown. At the end of the week, the votes will be tallied and the story with the most votes will posted on the Storymoja Website as the Story of the Week on the Friday of the same week. To have your story in this weekly process please send it to blogsstorymojaafrica.co.ke
This week’s blog come in a little late, but I am absolutely certain that you will enjoy the pieces on showcase as much as I did.
We begin with a bit of a justified rant from further afield, which I hope will stimulate some thoughtful discourse on the role of bloggers, and writers. The Privatisation of the English Language by Leo Babauta.
Frank Midega Odero is roosting, for a Frank Jnr, and working on the incubation with humor and a rather hormonally correct piece. Indeed a bundle of Joy.
Simon Nduati brings us into the world of a young lovelorn man needing help after his beloved intended turns back on him with biological mchongoano. Help!
Stella Riunga opens the door into the mind of a fat woman in the Diary of a Fat Black Woman.
For this week’s political commentary Oluoch Madiang has something to say about Museveni’s Smoking Guns.
Just before I wish you a pleasant week, allow me to remind you that if you would like your story in next week’s blog, you need to send it to blogsstorymojaafrica.co.ke before 4pm on Friday.
Have a great read, and a great week!