A super warm welcome to the new Readers.
I’m glad you found this story and I hope that you’ll enjoy reading it as much as I have enjoyed writing it.
So, today’s post will be the last Q&A of the year – Christmastime is here and if you’re not a civil servant like me, then you’ll be heading home for all the joy and presents and family.
But best believe, we’ll be seeing each other in the New Year with more sexy fun and games.
Today, I’m going to talk about the joys of reading.
Back when I was in high school, there was a part of the English syllabus called Literature Study.
During this part of the lesson, we’d be charged with reading a book that was chosen for the curriculum. We’d read a couple of chapters a week and we would break the scenes down to better understand the characters and the direction of the story.
Now, anyone would think this as something boring, and sometimes even challenging, simply for the fact that we would be tested afterward.
It takes the joy out of reading anything.
There were set answers because of the predetermined questions, and so, you couldn’t read the books the way you wanted to read them.
I wasn’t able to read the books in their entirety beforehand, because I had a bunch of other subjects that needed my attention if I was going to survive my future.
But I wouldn’t let that deter me from having the fun that I so desired from reading these books.
So, every week, I would have my books in my bag – The Outsiders, Maru, Shakespeare’s A Midsummer Night’s Dream and Macbeth, To Kill A Mockingbird – to name a few.
And for a couple of hours a week, I would drown in them – I would live in them.
When I think back to those days, they remind me of this.
My excitement would grow with the wait between each English class. I found it fun sometimes, having to pause and ponder before I could continue reading anything without the interruption of my other responsibilities.
And every time, it felt like magic.
Every time, I felt like I was entering another place and time, stepping out of my classroom and leaving the mundane status of my life behind.
I excelled at this because I loved it so much.
That’s how I feel every time that I post a new chapter every week.
The aim had been to share my story, simply for putting it out there.
For a long time, I wanted only to build a platform to showcase the story and my ability to tell it – that was my only goal.
I wanted the world to know about Dom, Dilia and J.D. Kizza.
But then the vision shifted and my world expanded.
This time last year, I had only 100 Readers.
Now, there are over 4000 of us.
Now, I want EVERYONE to know what it feels like to fly, with their feet planted firmly on the ground. It’s one hell of a feeling, experiencing something completely foreign to you, from your mind’s eye.
I mean – the Writer has one vision when she tells her story.
She comes from her own Life experiences and her own tales of woe, and so her story goes where all these things have led her, to this new world that she’s building.
The Reader, comes from a different perspective, having lived through their own experiences.
And so, the combined power of their imagination builds a third world, and that is where they meet.
So, my HOPE, is to build a culture of reading.
The bottom line, for me, is that after The Journals Of He has spoken its truth to its Readers, those same Readers will be inspired to pick up the next book and the next book and the next book until one day, someone else with a dream picks up a book that another Reader wrote, and is inspired like I have been.