I struggled writing this article this week; why? I struggled
with this, for the longest of times I thought I had to write what people wrote.
When I decided to take up writing as a career, I was reading a lot of black
literature and a lot of them were erotic 😄😛🙈. So, I naturally thought
that’s what I should write since I am a Black writer and my books would fit the
black literature genre. I quickly learned that I’m too shy to write erotic books.
I have learned that when starting an author career, you need two things. The
first grit, you need to have the ability of not giving up; you know the saying “Rome
wasn’t built in a day”. The second, time; you need time to show off your writing
style. Ernest Hemingway’s work is renowned for its plain and sparing use of
language, so a fan of his will be able to tell if a book is his or a Dan Brown.
You just simply know these authors because they keep writing and bringing out
the same body of work.
So, as I keep writing on this blog every week, I hope that
my writing style will be established. Allowing time to define how I write this
early on in my writing career is most important, I don’t want (luck of a better
word) get lost in sauce of the growing number of authors. I’d like to believe
that as you read any of my books you know you are ready a “WAMBUI KIBIRA” book.
I want to write books that inspire and encourage people, and of course the occasion
bout of laughter with my books.
As you, the reader takes this journey with me. I want you to see the growth from these early days of writing to when I become the East African Chimamanda Adiche. I guess what I am trying to say is, I am not willing to simulate; because this is to fail.
It’s spring time here in the UK, the sun is out almost everyday now and getting warmer. But today’s topic isn’t about the beautiful tree blossoms or the fresh brand-new daffodils. No, I want to share with you what rapper Nipsey Hussle’s passing has taught me. I wasn’t a big fan of his music, but I loved what he did for his community outside music. Nipsey had a passion for his community so much so he did something that most rappers didn’t do, he refused to move out of his neighbourhood so that he can rebuild it.
When writing this post, I struggled to get the words out;
that and I wanted to respect his family and wait a week of two before I share with
you what his passing has taught me. Like I earlier mentioned, I wasn’t a big
fan of his (not in a bad way I still liked him); but it’s still sad to hear
that 2 children are now without a father and a life partner (Lauren London) must
now understand she’s left without her beloved. I cannot imagine being in his
family’s shoes right now, but Nipsey left a legacy that his son and daughter
will be proud of him when they’re old enough to know the story on how their
Nipsey’s passing taught me two things, the first find
something you are willing to die for. For some it’s their children, their
career or a family legacy. For me, it’s my craft; my talent is my calling.
Since I was a child, I always wrote stories in my notebook, daydreamed the
stories in my head. It wasn’t until I entered the big wide world of adulthood that
I discovered this was what I was put on this earth to do. I was called to
write, to be the C.S. Lewis of this generation, I was to shine my light in this
industry. Just like how Nipsey used music to inspire and empower the younger
generation; I want to do the same with my writing. I loved how, Nipsey never
turned his back on his community. The way he started a business in the very
same neighbourhood where he grew up and hiring the youths of his childhood
community. I love that, you know the narrative; you grow up in a community where
you feel has no opportunities. The moment you get your golden ticket out you
disappear and the hope your little community had with you is quickly dashed
away with the only suitcase you packed to leave it. Nipsey Hussle didn’t do
that, he stayed and became that hope. This has resonated with me so much, not
only do I want to inspire others through my writing/books; but I want to see my
community change. I know that sounds like a big job for an aspiring author, but
if I can do just one thing where I am at that moment. I will encourage others
to follow suit; my only prayer for Nipsey’s community is not to give up his
legacy and to take this opportunity to continue building the fallen
neighbourhood he left behind.
However, there’s always a twist to your happy ending, and
Nipsey had enemies that hated his vision and probably his success. What’s
worse, he knew his enemy – worked with his enemy. This too taught me something
that your enemies aren’t people you don’t know, they could even be your closet
friends or worse an actual family member. Even Jesus dined with one of his enemies
(Judas). But this didn’t stop both Jesus and Nipsey to live out their calling,
their life missions. When you find that one thing you are prepared to die for,
you will have haters. They will come from different areas of your life and will
try to intimidate you from fulfilling those goals you have set for yourself.
That enemy could even be so close to you, it could even be yourself.
The point I’m trying to make with this post, is that
whatever you are fighting for; keep fighting. You may not see the outcome of
the vision you have, but you will be start of it all.
It will never be my intention to turn this blog about my faith, however it is a major part of me. With that being said, without being a walking cliche; my faith completes me. So I figured as much to explain why I chose Christianity. And I guess the only reason this is my “first” (this one doesn’t count) post, is that this topic is the most important part of me. If you desire to know and understand who the author of this blog is, then you must first know why I am a christian.
Of all the four major faiths, why did I find myself being a Christian? Well, the obvious and simple answer is that I grew up being a Christian. Bet let’s be honest, this answer isn’t enough in today’s growing understanding of faith and the freedom to practice.
Growing up, we were encouraged to go to church on Sunday and
appear good. Especially growing up in Kenya, my first 9 years were all about
our good works. This got you your good reputation; that if people saw you go to
church on Sunday, all your bad deeds of that week were forgotten because you
seem like a good person – a godly person.
To understand why I picked Christianity, the scriptures
Colossians 1 all the way to chapter 4 will show why. But we focus on Colossians
1:13-14, “He has delivered us from the dominion of darkness and transferred us
to the kingdom of his beloved Son, in whom we have redemption, the forgiveness
of sins.” I love this verse, it reminds me that I don’t need to do “good deeds”
to be loved or accepted by God. And for someone who battled depression and
rejection, this is music to my ears. Knowing that God loved me first (1John
4:19) is enough to want to know and be known (Proverbs 1:23) by this Christian
God. I know some people will be like “but you’re worshipping a European God”,
and the truth is that was my first question to God. “Aren’t you (God) a
European God?” “I want to worship the God my ancestors worshipped”. These were
my early conversations with God, and God took me to a journey (Jeremiah 33:3),
where I discovered that we created race. It was never God’s intention for us to
be divided by race, and that God is an inclusive God. He does not care how you
look like, He simply just wants to be known by your spirit man. Which has no
gender, race, social statues, how well you’re educated or economic statues.
It’s all the willingness to serve God wholly and obey His Word.
Being a Christian, is like entering a family that is close and have equal standing with everyone whether you’re new to the family or old (1 Peter 1:15) (Luke 15: 15-32). There is a sense of knowing, in Christ that you are a team; that the change that is happening in you and around you are team work. That with God you know “He will never leave or forsake you”. Christianity isn’t about rules and doing good deeds. Christianity is about belonging, knowing that you now know your identity is with Christ. No one can tell you who are because with Christ you already know your identity.
It’s not my first time, I’ve had countless of blogs. Ok! I just lied there, I’ve had 5 blogs hehehe; first one I started because everyone was starting one- so FOMO anyone?
Now, the title! I am not good at introductions, I ramble a lot. But, before you click off and continue to live your life, hear me out. No, seriously just hear me out, pretty sure you can spare 2 minutes (5 if you are slow reader 🤣). I created this space to share my thoughts, my loves, my dreams; and most of these things will consist of Christianity, motherhood, being a black woman (read African) living in the UK and my journey of entrepreneurship while being a single parent.
I initially wanted to introduce myself as a bubbly and wholesome person that the world paints most bloggers. Then I thought, that wouldn’t be me. I driven by coffee, green tea, Jesus and sarcasm. I hate pinterest, but love minimalism so you will not find #mumhacks on this space. What you will find is a glimpse of what’s in Wambui Kibira’s (that’s me if you read this far) brain.
My literature agent, HA! That’s a joke, I don’t have one….I’m a BLACK author🤣. Anyways, I thought this would be a great way to creating memories with whoever is reading this blog with me. Let’s charter these memories of myself going from virtually unknown author to the next Chimamanda Adichie- oh there will be alot of references of her. If you stick around long enough you might be the lucky few who get to read my first novel.
So for now, the next four posts will of the four aspects that consists of who I am; Christianity, motherhood, an African woman and a single parent. Also, some articles will be poetry, short stories or like this one an essay.