“Keep writing”, was the soft whisper that kept us sane.
Each time we decided to let go the mission wasn’t successful.
We find ourselves unpacking the bags and deciding to stay.
How can we let go of the spaces that feel like home?
Our blogs have seen our happy, angry, frustrated and sad characters.
When the pain and anger died down we hit the publish button.
We found the courage to share our stories with the world.
Oh, Bestie not everything we write is fiction.
Some of the stories are about our lived experiences
We held our breaths and begged ourselves not to cry so hard.
Our hearts melt when You can relate to our craft.
Sometimes we write about our current realities
We just add a pinch of fiction
Only those close to us might see that it isn’t fiction
Sometimes old blog posts feel like a warm hug
Maybe our imagination was preparing us for the pain we would face in the future.
We are not superheroes, we wish to meet them one day.
We will continue to write because….
Writing makes us happy
Price hikes, inflation, unemployment, death
Should I go on?
We want to silence the noises for a short while
Our hope is that you see parts of yourself in our craft.
We hope you realise that you aren’t alone
Our stories will carry you and give you hope.
Oh, Bestie you aren’t alone we are in this together
When the noise dies down we hope you will say…
Just like Gold, The blast furnace changed my life for the better”
The Baobab 