The idea was to write an article every Friday. We could just meet here on this blog and eat stories every Friday. I had it all figured out until I didn’t. As the good person I am, I intend to keep that promise to my good friends (you). The problem however, is that I don’t have anything to write about. Sometimes I set the bar too high, like with All you wanted or Five days of your death and I find it hard to keep up. But fuck it, I’ll write because that’s what writers do; write, right? So here I am on a Friday afternoon in Nyeri writing about nothing. Thank you for coming this far but like I said it’s about nothing.

I was complaining to Abdi about my situation with creativity running out and he said that I should just write.

About what Abdi?

Anything. It’s there; just anything… even what you feel right now…

I write a paragraph and I’m blank it’s crazy.

Take time to relax your mind and find the courage to make it blah blah blah

Why would Abdi think I need courage to write? He made me think I’m in a VCT getting counselling for how to live a positive life. He then tells me to be tuff, which I believe has a totally different meaning than he intended. Abdi is the kind of guy who tells you to stay tuff without apology.

Writing is hard; it is easier when you read. It gives me satisfaction whenever someone reads a piece by me and they have the feeling I intended. Feel sad or happy or get an erection or even think I am stupid or funny or just think or not. It is about getting into someone through my pieces. The fact that I can get into someone’s mind and make them feel something is what keeps me writing even after akina Chris think I can’t know where to put a coma or a full stop in a sentence.

Let me clarify something, this is my story.

‘You are either an English person or a maths person” you can never be both. I am an English person. I am also human (Just in case you didn’t know) and as if being human wasn’t enough, I am a kikuyu human. It is in my tongue to abuse this language. But because we love, I try not to and trying I do until I don’t have a way out.  It never shows a lot but when it does the results are catastrophic. I am the kind of guy who says “loweling” (actual meaning intended was lowering) in a serious argument with a girl I love and she laughs which makes the argument not serious. What I am trying to say is that like all relationships, mine with English has had issues it has never been smooth. We disagree and fight and because English is bae, we still find our ways back together.

Yes I don’t know where or when to put a coma, full stop or any of those marks. That is however not enough reason for me not to keep writing. Let me make things clear for akina Chris; I was in high school and I skipped the lessons on punctuation marks. I was on suspension for reasons I will not share on this article about nothing.  I went back to school and asked myself whether I was going to write and read a whole topic about things that are not even words and I decided to skip. I was not going to use them in life anyway, but I do.  That is the only thing I regret not doing in high school and that narrative that I did not perform at the drama festivals. That I don’t punctuate my sentences correctly does not make me a lesser writer but it makes my pieces less attractive.  Punctuation marks are the flavors of writing. They make sense, they make the difference. Fuck all that, I don’t need flavor in my articles because the articles are the flavor.

The point is that I want us to meet here every Friday. I want a big meeting, the kind that Raila holds at Uhuru Park. I will give you stories. Crazy one, sad ones, funny ones and flat ones. I cannot promise awesome stories all the time but I can promise those most of the times. I need google to finally set me up an AdSense account because they have refused. I need to get paid ksh 300 like the ones I was paid for acting. It was the best feeling, the best ksh 300 I ever had. When they finally pay me my first ksh 300 from writing I will write about it. 

Because writers write.