November 2008
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The Fable of the Hunting Dog
In the hairy savannas of far, far away
There once lived a hunting dog who wanted to play
Instead of searching for food with other dogs
Mumbi curiously observed hopping frogs.
Instead of bringing back food to feed the ill
Mumbi hunted for fun, and followed the thrill.
Mumbi was always distracted, but never meant wrong
He was even distracted when wrong came along!
One day, Mumbi’s...
“The evidence of God exists in the roundness of things.”
– Wally Lamb, I Know This Much To Be True
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.smoke that thunders
One of the clearest memories I have is my 6th birthday in Africa. We went to Victoria Falls, one of the seven wonders of the natural world. This is where I developed my fear of heights and showers. The waterfalls are massive. As I stood there, carefully holding the wisteria-wrapped railing, I saw the enormity of the world, and the smallness of myself. I remembered my mind just opening up.. ...
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.poverty
When I was younger, I never equated poverty with lack of funds. Poverty was and is a mentality, not an economic state.
I grew up in extremes. In my childhood, I experienced lavish wealth, with housekeepers and nannies and gardeners and personal cooks. I had Christmases filled with presents, and took vacations around the world. After the safaris and shopping trips, my mother and I spent her...
“Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter.”
– Martin Luther King, Jr
When I was younger, I was so in love with science fiction. I wanted to be a scientist, aboard a star ship (think Star Trek), and seek out new civilizations. Now, I’d settle for understanding my own.
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Who Is She?
Who: My name is Kyo, and I am a writer. The kind of writer who went to school to study other writers, who won awards, and then fell into the dark hole of Writer’s Block. Then, after several years of staring into the darkness, I became the kind of writer who digs herself out. This is my story.
Why: I created this site to wax poetic about my every day life. Everyday, I’m writing,...
“In the beginning there was a river. The river became a road and the road...”
– Ben Okri, The Famished Road
