Inspiration... Where art thou?

Some time in high school I came across some words whose complete translation have baffled me since eons. Maybe because he did not speak the ‘tongue a few land grabbing cohorts who settled the motherland a century ago’^*1.

“Does not matter how many times you fall but rather how many times you begin again... ”,

so he said. Not so verbatim, that was. So you’d wonder why I bother to tell you these. I have just stumbled upon who I now call my favourite blogger. I have to say, not much in the Kenyan blogging scene has aroused that ka-something in you, so to speak, that makes you want to echo your bizarre inner being to the world as candidly as Mwanafalsafa has.

This is my second attempt at blogging and as you may witness from the last post date, inspiration seldom knocks at this writer’s door. Not to bore you with the many excuses I have conjured up though, I have decided to take one for the team and prove to blogosphere that the phoenix shall rise once more.

Back to life as I used to know it. A b****. End-semester exams that lasted a fortnight are past me. Watch this space

^*1Isn’t there one word for these?