It was my first time to Capetown. The sun coast did not dissapoint, but lived up to all my expectations. It gave all I had imagined and more. I had great company. Young friends with big appetites for adventure. We had satisfied our curiosities and now on our way back to Kenya.
We all sat in a straight row at the boarding gate. We waited for the right time to board the plane. My friends and sat men together and women together. You can bet, we were talking about men.
One of my girls complained about how clingy and I secure her man was. She lamented about how he couldn’t stomach the fact that she was out having a blast with friends. Therefore, she had to lie about it. She was going to tell him a very dull story about her trip. She thought that should calm his nerves. Right. He would be satisfied to know that she had a very uneventful trip to Capetown. What a grouch!
I suddenly lifted up my eyes and our eyes locked. He was a tall man of medium build. About 42years old. His eyes were gentle and warm. He held my gaze for a minute. Then he smiled and dashed towards me. I ran through my memory trying to jog it. Did I know him? Or… did he confuse me for someone else?
In a split second, he was by my side. He took both my hands into his and said my name. “NEREALL!!” I looked up to his face and my memory flooded back immediately! I knew him, I recognized his voice, his gaze… it all came back to me!
Nereall Yongo Bosire.
A writer.
Graduate from the school of hard knocks. I am a broken person. Gladly so because, my scars are rainbows for those walking paths i have walked before. In my brokenness, many will find hope and healing. I have found purpose in my brokenness and i embrace it wholeheartedly.
This is who i am.
This is what i hope to be.
It's my life's mission.
I am a wife and a mother.
My highest calling is towards my family who keep me sufficiently inspired and marvelously supported.
First and foremost, i write for myself.
Since childhood, writing has been a channel where i have been able to be myself and to express myself accordingly. From the age of 7 i started seeking my quiet place. Born into a family of 9 children, you can imagine... it was not always easy to find silence. I found a spot on the roof of our house where i would chase sunsets and bask in the tender morning sun at 10 am when i would have completed my chores. I discovered the bookshop and the library very early and made the two my other favorite spots. They still are. Sitting down with a book is my all time favorite escape. My perfect gift is a book, that’s a no brainer or a painting, even though i am quickly running out of space to display them. Writing comes naturally to me. It sorts out my emotions, thoughts and ideas. Irrespective of topic, when i start writing i enter into a space where things become clearer and i just record them as they fall open before my eyes.
I write for my husband.
He inspires my writing bringing diversity and masculine appeal to it. He is my number one fan and critic. He contributes greatly to my writing, bringing in new dimensions consistently. While i often ghost write on his behalf, I also consult with him when seeking a man’s perspective on life’s issues. Even more, when i must give advice to women on issues pertaining to their relationships with men. He is a man, he knows men. I am eternally grateful to him for encouraging me to share some of our own experiences. We believe that there is always someone out there who needs light for the step they are on. Stripping naked and bearing it all; is something we do for the simple purpose of drawing in everyone. It does make us vulnerable and therefore completely relatable.
Sometimes, it is not possible to talk about everything with him. I would rather sit down in silence and watch sunsets, sipping on my favorite drink and hitting the keys like there is no tomorrow. It's just how i would describe my perfect evening. I love writing him letters in handwriting. Not just love letters... I write letters of requisition, apology, expression of interest or disappointment.
Most importantly, I write for my children. Their children, their children's children and children's children's children.
I am their matriarch. Giver of life and nurturer. Mother is their first and last teacher. I want them to be able to consult with my voice and my opinions at any time during the course of their lives and even long after i have transcended this realm. When my spirit dances on the savannas and my soul rides the evening sun.
Even when there is silence where my voice used to be, they will still find it in the fury of the pheasant’s wings. In the amazing and delightful murmuration’s whirring and in their magical ever changing formations. When it rains, i will be in the petrichoral scent and the gentle soothing murmur of rain fall. They will find me in the spilling laughter of a child and they will know that i never left them. I will always be their guardian angel.
I believe that strong relationships are the core of strong societies, that fuels my passion for inspiring all of life's relationships towards holistic well being.
I stand for intentional and deliberate parenting that would positively impact the destiny of future generations.
Aside from writing, I am a travel junkie, sampler of exotic cuisine and a multi talented creative.
I value individual difference, honesty, integrity, finding your own path, standing out from the crowd, connection and relationship. I strongly believe people can be empowered to find their own answers. I know that I am not a fixer, and I don't have all the answers, even though I may have a suggestion or two. I know that I am OK to sit with people in chaos. I can tolerate stagnation and I am not afraid to be afraid, nor walk into a dark place because there can never be darkness where there is light and I bear the creator’s light.
So here’s to so much power and light!
May peace be with you always.
Nereall.
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