MASIDO

To Dance Naked Again

August 2, 2019

I miss writing. I have articles and short stories ,short and long thoughts stashed away that were written on the go at a particular time; and when revisiting, my head spaces had shifted so much I was no longer sure how to say what I had wanted to say. So much has been happening that I have wanted to write about but I usually half begin before life sweeps me away again before arriving once again at that space where, I am basically lost for words.

I miss writing. Long and short thoughts. Short stories especially!

I stumbled upon a series of stories from about 2 or 3 years ago when I had taken on the challenge to write at least 100 words a day. And I want to post them! I will post them even years later.

I recently finished writing a screenplay that has turned me inside out and made me mature in so many ways; and I see how holding back from writing has been poisonous.

I have been holding myself back because I was unsure about so many things, and instead of blurting these things and making sense of them when they’re out in the open, I turned them around in my mind so many times, it became a way of being where my expression was concerned.

And I’m tired of it.

I want to try things and share them with the world, and come to look back at times I have been through- times written when happenings were fresh and untainted. Which is why I am writing this on the go. (I also have a boil on my leg so going in search of distractions at this moment is not an option)

I don’t know what I will share first after this, or at what interval. I guess I’ll just share as they come! Here goes!

A Voodoo Child
A Full Circle of Dreams
The First- Safari Tatu