First and foremost, all respect to Maya Angelou for her poem “still I rise”. What a masterpiece that she delivered when she penned that story. Yes, a story. When I listen to the poem, it comes to life like a story. Maya Angelou was a “griot” – a storyteller. We can all be griots, but some excel in storytelling as if that is exactly what they were born to do. Another modern-day griot that I love is the Kenyan writer commonly known as “Jackson Biko” or “chocolate man”. I want to meet “chocolate man” one day because he made me look forward to Mondays and later Tuesdays for so many years! Please check him out at https://bikozulu.co.ke/ 🙂 I think my older brother would also second this excitement regarding Jackson Biko.

Anyway, this is a long way of saying that this year marks the return of my storytelling in written form and maybe in spoken form if you “talk to me nice”. I truly missed this canvas, and my younger brother has been goading me to return to it. Thank you to all my readers for the support over the years! I wish you all the best in your endeavors as well, and I pray that you may find the canvas that facilitates the process of creativity in your life. I also don’t want to leave you without a story because this essay is essentially stressing the importance of stories. So, please check out this song that I composed some years ago. It was inspired by love. It was made with love for the guitar, for jazz, and for the person. I truly hope it helps you to feel something 🙂 ❤