The last thing I wrote for myself was a tribute to my friend who passed on February 11th. Part of staying away was to keep it as the first thing I saw when I opened my blog. Think of it as a new way that grief taught me. I carried a piece of him to this blog too, or I have a nice picture of myself in the shirt we made for his funeral as my feature image. I am grateful for all the other places I could still write without moving on like the good people of Kweeta Uganda and Koikoiug. In case you haven’t noticed we have a new home. With a lot of patient help from Jeddy, we are self hosting. Why? I figured if I started paying money to keep the site up, I will be motivated to write more. Well I was wrong because it has been a month since but saying, “.com” makes me feel accomplished so we will keep it.
Otherwise how are you doing?
I have been going through the most but I will save those stories for a blog series I may or may never get to. A year ago while I was deciding if doing my dissertation and graduating was better than killing my supervisor, I had the brilliant idea of distracting myself by sharing stories of my friends. I had so much fun doing it. I thought I would keep the trend going after school but naps, procrastination and “adulting” didn’t come to play. A whole year of this passion project gathering dust and cobwebs and I found myself in a group of incredible women doing amazing things with their lives that I hardly knew or read about. I don’t believe in coincidences so now I have a new found fire to do the stories again, this time beyond my circle of friends to all young people. Youth in Uganda are categorized as people who are 35 years and under. Sorry ageism is a real thing.
The goal of The Story Of is to share stories of young people, because we are stories. ( A tagline I have permanently borrowed from poet Rodney Roskruge) This project won’t be highlighting triumphs only. It’s not just shining a light on accolades and awards that you overachieving young people have received but also your process. (I like this word process) The setbacks and the failures. The moments you felt like giving up, how you are coping with being an adult and of course what the academy of life has taught you.
This blog is me asking you out to tell me your story and let me share it. If you live out of Kampala contact me and I will email you some guiding questions but the ideal arrangement would be good old conversation. Please don’t say,”no”. I have never asked anyone out so it will traumatize me for life if you reject me. Also this is a baby. I have had conversations with myself about not having it, but abandoning it has given me sleepless nights. I have no idea how it is going to look like a few months from now but I am excited to see it grow and have it’s own personality ( I can’t believe I just used a baby like that but a girl has to do, what she needs to do to make her point). I already have some great stories lined up. A story a month is the current target. Baby steps.
PS: If you are wondering how my “napping-procrastinating-goes-months-without-writing-and-returns-shameless” self is going to pull this off, I am happy to report that I have a serious accountability partner whose one goal is to make sure we pull this off.
Thoughts? Let me know in the comments and be nice.