Life and its moments

Life is beautiful. Beautiful is art. Art is word. Word is from whence every creation came to be. And so, as an artist, I dream. I do. I create beautiful things, or at least, I strive to do so. Words I have at a my disposal – tens, hundreds, thousands of me. Often times, though, these words needs a vessel to carry them to their audiences – a beat, a video, the printed page.

And so, I have this book out. The first among many to come should the owner of all the words will so. The book? ‘A Funeral Dress for Nyasuguta’, available here: https://nuriakenya.com/product/a-funeral-dress-for-nyasuguta-by-mark-mwangi/ ). Others include: ‘Love Told. Poetry Souled. Family Bold.’ – a 3-in-1 Special that has snippets of life and love, poetry, and a play; ‘People of the Sand,’ – a fantasy novel that embodies African cultures, among others.

There is the recorded word too. The expression of this include: ‘A True Friend’ – an inspirational piece that you can have as a Skiza Tune (Send the Skiza Code ‘Skiza 5438274’ to 811 as a message); ‘Elohi Tembea Nami’, - kindly request it at KBC and Radio Taifa, among many others to come - inspirational and topical songs.

Away from music, is the informative, motivational and humorous piece. This could be a topic on business, relationships, life, or even a comedy piece. I hope these to be the nudge that encourages you to hang in there, for tomorrow, the sun will shine once more.

That said, packaging the word into a form that reaches a multiplicity of audiences is a rather expensive affair. Therefore, I call on your support, all great: buying a book, sharing a YouTube poem, downloading a Skiza Tune, a donation via my Patreon account… all are highly appreciated and not taken for granted.

I also ask for your indulgence that you let me experiment with what is available to me at the moment – Creative Common footage and imagery, DIY audio and video recordings… ‘what is in my hands’ – to borrow from the scriptures when God asked of Moses what he had in his hands. I promise to get better at my art as resources become available.

Please like, subscribe and share my YouTube channel, ‘Sant Mark – Elohi Tembea Nami’, for inspirational, informative and funny content. Thanks!

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Comments

My-Once Molly (Praying for a Rainbow),

Dear Molly, I hope you are ok and are keeping safe in these floods. As for me, I am heartbroken. I am in pain. My mind, my body, my spirit aches. I am numb with grief. As is the nation of Kenya. The picture just won’t get out of our minds – the father, trudging stoically, his dead, muddy son slung over his shoulder. It’s a devastating image… the screams, elsewhere, as a boat capsizes, the swollen river swallows a lorry… Izrael has visited the land. Dear Molly, a while back, the nation faced drought. Then, images of dead livestock, emaciated men, women and children, parched, cracked earth, haunted our screens. Elsewhere where there was a glut in food production, the farmers cried for their fellow starving countrymen. They demanded for lorries to traverse the rutted roads and take the produce to their brethren… collectively, we prayed for rain. Dear Molly... will we ever catch a break as Kenya? The Covid-19 pandemic that paralysed lives and livelihoods in 2020 as we recovered from th...

My-Once Molly (thinking of Valentine),

My-Once Molly… the girl who broke my heart, the one who got away, the one who promised me the world and left me to survive alone – typical of our Kenyan politicians… I hope you are good. Now, as February – the month of love – lurks about, I find myself thinking of you. Thing is, my dear Molly, I have new neighbours. A young couple, very much in love like we once were. The young lady, her name is Val… maybe Valentine… I don’t know. This Val, a spirited girl with rich, deep, heaving laughter - almost like yours. Her smile… ah! You should see it. The shine of the morning sun distilling the dew upon cool meadows… I am totally in love with her. Alarmingly, she teases me much and I am getting ideas… Molly, dear, wherever you are, please pray for me… the temptation is too much. If you don’t, the frail creature that I am may fall. This, despite having numerous songs in my playlist to warn me. Invariably, Majengo – that infamous locale – does a dishonourable appearance in most of them… ‘Maj...

My Once-Molly (A Theft),

Hi Molly. How are you? The floods are here and I almost drowned – should have gone for swimming lessons as you often times suggested. Anyways, I now walk with a motorcycle tire’s tube and pump in my backpack. DIY lifesaver gear as instructed by Grade 3 CBC cohort. Dear Molly, as I informed you last time, I shifted. Partly, the floods, partly, change, partly, finances. This Creative Writing journey is taking a bit of time to yield fruits, but I hang on, consoled by the words of one Ernest Hemingway, whose ending was horrible: “There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.” Where I shifted to, is a downgrade. ‘Mabati’ rooms – plenty of stories, though as living is communal and one’s business is everyone’s business. Such as the recent theft – a woofer, charger, ‘meko’ gas, a bar of soap, and a bucket of maize flower - that’s how ‘flour’ is pronounced, FIY. Must have been pretty hungry, them thieves. How it unfolded. A bit of commotion early mor...

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