I have this crazy idea that I am writing an anthology of poems, short stories with a dose of sketches capturing the main theme of the book. When I had the idea, I told myself that I will write it for ten years and publish it in its tenth year (2004 was the year, e chaile mmata!). Then the laptop I was using, which was not mine crashed, but I was not disdainful or discouraged. I started again, advantage of being old school and having script books, you know writing on paper. Then I broke up with the laptop owner and it just became awkward seeing as he most probably deleted it or the person he gave the machine to deleted it. No actually I remember, the machine got stolen right in front of Central Police Station, another story for another blog. Lol. But seriously, I was ready, had a manuscript and approached Ngozi Chukura, who has mad skills in book design and publishing, let alone creative writing to be my backbone in the production of the project. By the way, it has past way beyond ten years *hides face in shame*
Ran into a friend of mine while scripting this conversation and he said that some old lady enlightened him about where the word ‘setswana’ comes from = ‘ba tswa hana, ba sia’. Lol. INSANE, RIGHT?!?!
