Reflections of a writer
No one ever teaches you how to enjoy writing.
Making sense of the dictionary and figuring out the thesaurus.
Realizing that your opening line is really your conclusion.
And I remember sitting
With the stress of creation
Realizing how far short I fell
Begging God for rhythm, I needed to rhyme
It had to make sense
The a’s should come after the b’s and I should be able to breathe in between
I told Him
I wanted to look at the work and marvel at how beautiful it was even unfinished
One has to look at it and know how each seeded word would sprout,
peer at the hearts and identity the one that needed the carefully thought out phrases that made me look like I was born of wisdom .
I advised Him
I imagine at that time He laughed.
A laughter so terrible it threatened the foundations of the world.
I imagine He shifted on His glorious throne so He could get more comfortable,
the 24 elders went on their business.
I am confident that when He spoke,
if it had not been because I saw the letters roll of His Majestic tongue
to find their way into my heart,
I would have missed His great speech.
Words that became alarms that went off each time I was desperate to sleep in the easiness of identifying beauty in the process.
‘And I saw every thing that I had MADE, and, behold, it was very good.’
He told me.
(Written by Vimbai Lole)
Vimbai Lole is a young lady who has given up trying to understand God, given up trying to starve herself in the name of dieting, given up trying to change the world, given up trying to be an all rounder artist and given up trying to be awesome and cool. Instead, she is learning to love God with an uncompromising passion, to be healthy, to love people and to be happy .She has resolved to appreciating the art in others and hopes to live happily ever after.
