The Afrika Redefined Indie Book Prize: Prof. Wangari Mwai’s (Vice-Chancellor

The Afrika Redefined Indie Book Prize: Prof. Wangari Mwai’s (Vice-Chancellor – PUEA) Presentation

1^st slide: All protocols observed…

2^nd slide: Intro – Respect authors smiley emoji

3^rd slide: This animal called ‘writing’

4^th slide: Writing – the process

5^th slide: Both academic & creative, writing is

6^th slide: Writing as prose

7^th slide: Writing, the plan

8^th slide: ‘Ws’ and ‘H’

9^th slide: Writing, pre-

10^th slide: You just can’t get away with it, can you? – Research

11^th slide: Research for creative writing

12^th slide: Research – its importance in creative writing

13^th slide: Research – its purpose in creative writing

14^th slide: Research – its importance, stressed

15^th slide: Research – the different types for creative writing

16^th slide: Research – back to the roots

17^th slide: Research – interviewing

18^th slide: The research process in writing

19^th slide: Research activities for creative writing

20^th slide: Focused research

21^st slide: Don’t be embarrassed – double check details

22^nd slide: Creative writings – maps just had to be there!

23^rd slide: Creative writing – in comes tech

24^th slide: Echoes of Military Souls - A celebration

25^th slide: Appreciation time – for writing ain’t easy!

26^th slide: Appreciation time – you the audience, the reader, matters!

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#20BobSanaa

With a heavy heart, having cried my heart out, I let go. Of these dear books with many a memory. This to support my book launches. Gladden, though, for they are on offer for as low as Kshs 20 – 20bob (exclusive of delivery costs): 1. Betrayal in The City 320 2. Paper Doll 320 3. Royal Scandals 320 4. Poems from East Africa 320 5. Mimba Ingali Mimba 220 6. Half a Day and Other Stories 120 7. Kitumbua Kimeingia Mchanga 320 8. Walenisi 420 9. Horn of My Love 220 10. Mayai Waziri wa Maradhi 120 11. Brisinger 520 12. Cabal 320 13. The Patriot Game 320 14. The Resurre...

Remembrances

Soft faces in tender places, I remember Shy lips and high hips, cold, the embers Soft skin and what could have been Echoes of stillness, in my labour, I have seen. Dotted noses and eyes brows, I have kissed In the throes of passion, questions missed Loved etched, sketched and drenched Here now I stand, on the world’s edge. It is a warm, fuzzy August night, as some books say. Mice scurry about, fat cats on their tails’ ends. I guess this is still so in one of your many books. Anyway, them books have squeezed me out of your heart and mind. Surely strange, but to love you in one still world is impossible when you live in so many. I am sure, too, that there is a pretty poem that says what’s in my heart about our situation. Adios. Feverish nights, grey nights, my dreams are possessed Yet, come morning, the old hauntings are to be dispensed The day is come, revealing the world as it is – boring I long for dusk, then I can pirate to adventure – roaring. It is a holiday. I am in ...

Gossip this morning

I heard this morning, that… The price of unga, is about to go up I heard this morning, that the price of unga, is coming down I heard this morning, that the government, it has banned, unga Perhaps, the speaker meant, burnt Either way, our bellies, they burn Some, of hunger Others, belly full. I heard mid-morning, that, oil, is scarce Or, for cars, the speaker, he mumbled about. I heard mid-morning, that, he has passed us Or, the pastor, is us The messiah, he plays games. I heard in the afternoon, the government, is broke The weather, out of order The war, just In my afternoon, there was no peace. In the evening, I held counsel My ears, blocked with wax My eyes, blinded in tears My tongues, stilled in fury These things, they are not for me Screams of - baby Isak Shrieks of - Fatuma Howls of – Abdi Bombs, play toys Up above, silver streaks The rain, violent For a Utopia, the soldier man.

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