Kuandika

We arrived in 'Kenya' via Birmingham city centre, through the back streets of Solihull, with Bruno Mars entertaining us by 'catching grenades' for his true love. The view from our window (if I'm honest), was nothing spectacular, no beautiful sunset, no soft fluffy clouds, no clear blue skies. It was drizzling a bit, slightly muggy, and we saw the odd car and couple of football fields. But none the less we arrived at our destination, parked near the 'grazing zebra', alighted (avoiding the puddles) and entered 'Kenya'. I was glad really to have missed the hassle of the airport and pre-travel preparation, (you know how it is), leaving everything to the last minute and then rushing around filling up suitcases with presents to take to dearly missed Aunties,Uncles and cousins. No this was a much smoother and shorter journey, I only carried my handbag (so no awkward checking in moment when you're told; your luggage is over the weight limit and you w...

Before I had a love of art,  I had a love of literature. I loved to read, it was my escape from life, my place of comfort, I could think of nothing better than disappearing into a world of love and adventure, of long lost worlds and heroic characters, only resurfacing hours later when brought back to reality by my mother's voice; "can you set the table?!" As my love of literature grew, I began to write my own stories and by the time I was 9 years old I loved to write as much as I loved to read, with 3 full length stories under my belt. Problems arose when I wanted to illustrate my stories (I didn't think I could draw), I wasted no time in enlisting the help of my older brother (I knew he could draw), who to my utter surprise and dismay (at the time and now a little bit, if I'm honest) ''had better things to do with his time!" . What was a girl to do? Well, I taught myself how to draw and their began my love of art, but sadly in the process of learn...