So I recently got myself into a conversation about how everyone perceives identity and how it reflects in the way we write. In my head, I see identity as a lot of things. And then there’s the Psych half courses that make you examine everything twice and again…
I had intended to make a little note about writing Kenyan Romance sometime next month. But then I stumbled upon an absolutely delightful little gem which shall be part of this week’s exhibition. So here we go…
It is my belief that some of you dear Storymoja Readers, know a lot more than I do on this topic. So I beg of you to exercise patience, correct me where I am wrong, and guide me in my discovery. As for everyone else, I hope you enjoy this journey as much as I know I will. Grab your gear, we are going up!
There was a joke, and I hated it; that if you wanted to hide money from a black Kenyan, you’d just have to hide it in a book. I grew up on books. My mother made sure I had books. My brothers loved to read. By the time I was 7 I wanted to read what my brothers 10+ years older than me, and my cousins were reading. I remember them hiding their crime and romance novels from me and me developing a system for keeping track of them so I’d know where they possibly might have hid them. Basically, if you want to hide money from me, make sure it’s in a book that I have already read and expressed a low opinion of its content. Otherwise, books don’t remain unread in my house, and I reread the ones
I’ll begin this by acknowledging comments made by a few of you readers on last week’s blog.
Earlier in the post, while explaining the birth of Urban Fiction, I had noted this: The premise of this genre of writing was based on the fact that anyone outside of the culture depicted cannot accurately describe the people, settings, and events experienced by people in that culture.
3 stories submitted for the Short Urban Narratives exhibition. Read, vote and comment about how much these stories fit into the urban fiction category. Have fun while you are at it!
These stories have been entered into the Humour-in-an-Envelope December 2010 Contest. To vote for them, please fill in your comments in the comments section and indicate a number between 1 and 10, with 1 being weak and 10 being excellent. The points will be tallied on Sunday 19th December 2010 after 4pm..
I’d like to share part of a conversation I had with a friend with regards to inspiration… Then check out this month’s poetry.
NB: Join musicians – June GACHUI, Helen MTAWALI, Krax BLAZE and author/performer – Muthoni GARLAND as they stand against ANTI-GENDER VIOLENCE at the Sauti Music Concert. Details Inside.
Write a short story that is either a back and forth of humorous letters or that includes at least a humorous letter and its even more humorous response.
Must have punch that has not been done before, so don’t copy and paste.
Prizes: Airtime worth KES 1000, KES 500 and KES 200 up for grabs.
Words can be the difference between an insult and critique. Words can be the difference between just plain tagging, and creative street poetry. (I think you can be arrested for vandalism if you try either.) Words are the difference between the little smile on my lips…