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Published:March 8th, 2010 14:55 EST

Creekside 360

By Juliet Maruru

It has been quite a week. I wish I could share some of the conversations that go in the back rooms of thee Creekside Princess without spilling industrial secrets :) All I can say is that it has been quite a week! Well, I can also say that some of the writers gave in and started thinking in their mother tongues as well Greek, French, German and Spanish. I think there was some Latin, too, but it was a bit too indecipherable.

Have you not heard? "
Writing is an adventure. To begin with, it is a toy and an amusement. Then it becomes a mistress, then it becomes a master, then it becomes a tyrant. The last phase is that just as you are about to be reconciled to your servitude, you kill the monster and fling him to the public.`
 Winston Churchill

Well, our adventure is at this point quite a tyrant. It is our hope that we shall find some reconciliation as well as truth and justice, in whatever language it suits you best :)


Mariam BA

This week we highlighted So Long A Letter by Mariam BaIt takes the form of a letter from Ramatoulaye, a woman who has recently been widowed, to her closest friend Aissatou and written in the very powerful hand of the Senegalese writer Mariam Ba. 
Beginning next week, you will have the pleasure of 
a unique poetry experience with Linda Musita and Sitawa Wafule. Not you have not been left out because we are giving you a chance to participate. Details to be announced next week.

We will also soon be seeing Diva Interviews, conversations with strong Kenyan women who have overcome adversity and limitations to be the best they can ever be.


As for our Princess Series, we have reached a point we have decided to call the Creekside 360°. No, it is not a different story. It is the same story, from different perspectives, yours, mine, ours. As always we must beginning at the beginning.


The Sins of the Mother

My father was the hardest, staunchest believer in life rules. His first rule was: No true Kikuyu blood should be mixed with any blood from ikamba (from Kamba land), ruguru (west of Kenya), or from ruraya (abroad). He believed his children, even the daughters were made from the blood of Gikuyu and Mumbi, whom he virtually considered to be under gods of the great Ngai. He expected the very best from his children; sent my brothers, my sisters and I to the best schools his money could buy.

It was just after independence, spirits were high, hopes were soaring. My father wanted so much for the great country, and so he sent us to get the best education, even as far as sending me and my sisters, not just our brothers, to universities abroad.

And that is where I broke the rules. Read the rest here.


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