I am an urban villager.
In life, I put reference to almost every other thing from my experiences growing up in that little verdant valley snuggled on the outskirts of a small town called Kakamega.
I enjoy the serenity of nature and the comfort of people. Growing up, I was a lone bird, I found comfort in looking at people going through the motions of life and then sitting down and trying to find the best words to describe their experiences. There is an uncanny beauty in seeing life as an outsider and trying to piece up other people’s lives with the narrow scope of your own fickle human understanding. It is no mean task, but there is rest at the end when the profundity of human experiences is captured in words.
On good days, I am loud. I am also quiet. I enjoy the company of people when the mood and the setting is tuckered just right. At times, I also enjoy my own company away from people in a place where my thoughts are the loudest thing in the room.
You will find in me one capricious soul, meaning that I am prone to swings of mood like a pregnant cat. I don’t make good first impressions. I am not a face that you will remember when you go home. This works just fine because it gives me the leeway to be a manner-less donkey for as long as I can before I am tasked to behave like a cultured human being that grew up in a place with iron sheets for a roof.
I love words. In these streets, I don’t fret about fitting in, on a good day, I know I can keep up with the rest of the pack, not at a neck to neck pace but at a safe distance, I am comfortable with that. Words are also the link that I have with people who have always wanted the best for me and I can go to bed with that, I see my deepest longings hidden within these very words.
I love reading too, there is a beauty in seeing the world through other people’s eyes, it is a reminder that we are all unequal, diverse and there is nothing wrong with that.
This here a step outside my comfort, I know, every writer says that. Blogs are too much of a fanfare, most usually generate unnecessarily loud bangs. At the moment, I am at a place that prefers introspect as opposed to circuses and clowns but then again if it comes with the job description, I can live with that.
Consider this a journey of sorts, we are all traipsing, and no one knows where we are headed to. It is a journey of faith, of trust, of consistency and of experiences. Consider this place the quiet home of a naïve lad from a village littered with tippled lowlifes. See the world through the lenses of the dreams of a little fella that wanted to have just enough not to be poor. Hopefully we can all plug into the larger arena of life that is a cozy fireplace and hear of the stories of men and women that lived, that are living and those that are dying…
My name is Bantuh and you all are welcome…