“In my perfect imagination, with stern discipline I rise with the first bird, salute the dawn, have a healthy breakfast of fruits, wander over to my faux-oak desk, tap the On button on my Macbook Air, acknowledge the muse, and skip into the world where the story flows over the day and into the night.” WorldFirstsStoriesNightImaginationPerfectAirDisciplineHealthyBirdFlowFruitWanderDawnAcknowledgeBreakfastButtonsDesksMuseOaksSkipSaluteFauxMacbookMacbook Air Author:Yvonne Adhiambo Owuor
“The truth, and nothing but the truth, is that dawn begins with a wrestling match with my soul and a systematic rejection of all the other useful possibilities a day offers. I make obeisance to the story, its characters, and the muse with burnt offerings.” SoulCharacterStoriesPossibilityTruth IsOffersMy SoulDawnRejectionWrestlingOfferingMuseSystematicNothing But The Truth Author:Yvonne Adhiambo Owuor
“I am indebted to anyone who has ever written anything. I am indebted to the unknown carver of pictograms on a gallery of stone panels, which I encountered and stood in silence before on top of a distant odd-shaped hill in northern Kenya. For whatever reason the muses have most unexpectedly invited me to join this immense procession. I am humbled and delighted.” ReasonSilenceWrittenStonesHillsOddImmenseMuseSilence IsInvitedDelightedGalleryKenyaIndebtedProcessionCarver Author:Yvonne Adhiambo Owuor
