Reading

There is something about good writing.

Writing that makes you take a deep breath.

Writing that stirs that feeling in your chest. The kind of feeling you can’t describe no matter how hard you tried.

Writing that makes you smile.

Writing that turns you on.

Writing that makes you ache and cry.

Writing that makes you forget that you are in a crowded room.

Writing that draws you into a different world.

I’ve always loved reading for as long as I can remember. I remember at one point my mother would try and hide my books and make me go outside to play. I went outside (one didn’t dare disobey the mother)…but I smuggled a book with me too. A book, umbrella, one of the sofa cushions and a leso to lie down on. Pure bliss.

I read everywhere imaginable…sitting comfortably on an old cow trough that I had converted into the perfect hidey hole in the corner of cucu’s farm. Curled up in my favourite arm chair, masai shuka covering my feet. In the bus on the way to town. Sitting on the bathroom floor with the door locked. Sitting in the bathtub….bubbles, candle light and soft music in the background. Bliss.

This reminds me of the movie “Brown Sugar” when Sanaa is asked, “So, when did you fall in love with hiphop?” She took a breath, her eyes lit up as she recalled the memory. My earliest memory is of my 7th Birthday. Best birthday ever…junk food, unending soda and presents galore. One of the presents I got was a children’s encyclopedia. I stayed up and read the whole night.

Thus the love affair began.

I’m not sure what inspired this post. I guess its the fact that I haven’t read in a while. By this I mean sitting down and indulging. Found a quiet corner and just given myself up to the pleasure of a good book. Soon I promise self.

I need to fall in love again.

VALFM:

• Some other time- Jill Scott
• Everyone hurts- Kirk Franklin
• What would I be- Robin Thicke

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