I was born into a family of teachers deep down in a village if I mentioned the name probably you’d not even locate it on Google Maps. Either way that’s my home.
Growing up the best and most consistent advice I got accustomed to was to read as much as I could. It was my ticket to freedom and a better life. I am not sure that is the case but I took it seriously. Reading and learning became synonymous in my vocabulary. Contrary to the line of thought that accompanied the advice, I was into books because of my desire to experience life in its totality. When the best place you ever hear about on Christmas when your uncle comes home is Nairobi the only way to live the life and experience the world was through books. I enjoyed reading and imagining the places where these characters lived and most importantly I was curious to know if these things were really real. I hope you get what I mean.
Later in life, I gained the ability to critically think and analyze concepts, make deductions and have an opinion of my own. This coupled with my love for books is why I have decided to read and put these to my context based on my experiences, those of the people I have come across in my lifetime and the narratives I’ve had the privilege to capture.
This is a journey in reading, analyzing, contextualizing and rewriting in the simplest form I can imagine.
Let’s see if the books we read can get us out of our brains and the nameless village together.
Learning and growing together 