Writing

I’ve been gone for a while. I stopped feeling. I stopped writing. A part of me was buried alongside Lonnie, and I am finally finding the language for these feelings.

27 was a very special age to me. When I was leaving undergrad at 21, I used to tell myself “by 27, you should have your life in order”. So here we are – 27.

I have, as of today, spent a full month living away from home. I never saw myself moving away from Malawi – for long or otherwise. I found a few words which have been keep me sane and still.

I was driving to see my parents last week. I was speeding (relatively), trying to get home before the sun went down. I had a flat tyre, and ended up getting home at close to midnight. So here is a story about sports cars, speed, potholes, and flat tyres. Or is it?

I think for likely the first time since its inception (those who know me might know I’ve struggled with this), I’m at peace with the Ntha Foundation being associated with my name.