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Sunday, 1 November 2020

Book Reviews

I was born into a family of teachers deep down in a village if I mentioned the name probably you’d not even locate it on Google Maps. Either way that’s my home.

Growing up the best and most consistent advice I got accustomed to was to read as much as

 I could. It was my ticket to freedom and a better life. I am not sure that is the case but

 I took it seriously. Reading and learning became synonymous in my vocabulary. Contrary

 to the line of thought that accompanied the advice, I was into books because of my desire

 to experience life in its totality. When the best place you ever hear about on Christmas 

when your uncle comes home is Nairobi the only way to live the life and experience

 the world was through books. I enjoyed reading and imagining the places where

 these characters lived and most importantly I was curious to know if these things

 were really real. I hope you get what I mean.

Later in life, I gained the ability to critically think and analyze concepts, make 

deductions and have an opinion of my own. This coupled with my love for books

 is why I have decided to read and put these to my context based on my experiences, 

those of the people I have come across in my lifetime and the narratives 

                                   

I’ve had the privilege to capture.

This is a journey in reading, analyzing, contextualizing and rewriting in the 

simplest form I can imagine     

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