Mercy June Juma

follow the crowd, and thus get engulfed in a world not meant for you. Your feet will find it foreign, your palate will find it repugnant at first. Your soul will cringe and gnaw at you as it sends whispers in your dreams, and churns your gut to lean in, and remember who you are and then gift the world with your unique essence. Your soul will try to guide you, and if you listen, with delight it will bestow wisdom and inner glee within you. There will be a bounce to your step, a joy that glows you up and a peace that radiates you within, with an aura that draws people to you. I write this for my mom Arosy, for my uncle Bob, for my brother Jicha, for my sister Nyathure the showstopper, my cousins Job and Fortune, together with Kevin, Nandwa, Christabel, and Alfred. You are the closest people I have. I write this for my husband, as a map into my inner intricacies because I am that complicated. Or maybe not. I write from my soul. There is much to unpack. So please join me on this journey.