To Create a Space for Women's Creativity

A post for the conclusion of
Women's History Month,
in recognition of the woman of Kenya
who are sharing their narratives
of struggle, progress, and hope.

Thanks to my friend Mumbi Gakuo
and to her friend Lydia W. Gaitirira
for sending these three books, each one a project by
AMKA -- Space for Women's Creativity
and Goethe - Institut Kenya

AMKA (meaning "wake up" in Kiswahili)
is an NGO, based and registered in Kenya,
concerned with pushing and encouraging creativity,
and facilitating and nurturing women writers.
1. Fresh Paint: Literary Vignettes by Kenyan Women (Volume 1, 2011) opens with an explanation of the need

" . . . to harness creative talent in girls and women in a hitherto male dominated socio-economic domain. This anthology of poems and short stories . . . will hopefully contribute to the discourse on whether socially created patriarchal attitides continue to dominate the thinking of society or whether these have been changed by the women's movement."
~Lydia W. Gaitirira, Director

2. Similarly, in Fresh Paint: Telling Our Stories into the 21st Century (Volume 2, 2015), Gaitirira explains the ongoing effort to allow women to speak for themselves in their own voices:

"A lot of work remains to be done to improve the lot of women in Kenya. Even with the rising number of women in Parliament, county assemblies, and other decision making organs, the impact is far from satisfactory. Loyalty to political parties led and owned by men continues to influence their choices negatively when they need to put women's concerns first."

3. The most recent volume, Resilience is a series of interviews by young women journalists, with women of all ages who work in the street markets of Nairobi, selling fresh produce, prepared meals, snacks and beverages, used clothing, home decor, handicrafts, toilet tissue. Others earn money by shining shoes or helping people compute their height, weight, and BMI. The essays showcase both the creativity of the entreprenuers and that of the writers:

"While there are different perceptions held of the hawkers and their trade, this collection shows that they are essentially honest citizens trying to eke a living in bad economic times. . . . Creativity also has another dimension that is well represented in this collection: that of writing and telling stories, or retelling them in heart-warming ways, and with empathy for their subjects."
~ Lydia W. Gaitirira

Volumes 1 and 2 of Fresh Paint are filled with numerous narratives that are fresh and refreshing, alongside others that are disturbing and distressing, all of which deserve the reader's thoughtful attention on the journey to a raised consciousness. Of the many selections from which to choose (e.g., see more examples on my post Maganjo), here are two that capture the spirit of speaking truth to power:

excerpts from
The Poet's Voice

A poet's voice --
With innate articulation
And deep expression
Of intense emotion,
The swirl of words
And the use of tense . . .

In time we are spun
Into the future from the past
To the secrets of history
And the promise of the future . . .

The beauty of the woman
The chivalry of the man
The innocence of the baby
The cruelty of the thing
The fate of life
The smile of luck
The kiss of death
Are all intertwined
For it is
With a poet's pen
That the feeling is felt.

~ by Wanjiku Mwaurah (in volume 1, 42 - 44)


It's Our Time

Speak now! Or forever be silent.
The aged ones have spoken
and some are long gone
into timeless silence.
They had their time
and spoke their lines.
They read their part
in faithful loyalty to their era.
Now it is our time to say
what's been silently witnessed,
Carelessly overlooked,
unfairly veiled,
or only half-told.
The blooming edges
of this wonder world
are almost bursting
at the weight of demand
that more must be told.
We must go forward
To churn up new waves of truth
And fight old fears that inhibit the mind.

~ by Edna Aluoc (in Volume 2, 32)

In closing, please remember that
not only during Women's History Month,
but throughout the year, the motto of AMKA remains:
To Create a Space for Women's Creativity

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An old favorite of mine from the U.S.A.

JUST TO BELIEVE IN THE STORY OF ONE'S LIFE. (just that)
to always believe in your voice. (just that)

"Literary Women on Paper"
by Graphic Artist Janeen Koconis
Card by KOCO NY

Lanterns & The Missing Mother

Girl with Lantern
Otto Toaspern, 1863-1940

Combining a few things I've read this month:

Tom Lake
by Ann Patchett

which opens with a dedication:

"For Kate DiCamillo
who held the lantern high"

&

You Could Make This Place Beautiful
by Maggie Smith

which opens with the epigraph:

"I am out with lanterns, looking for myself."

~ Emily Dickinson ~
[from an 1855 letter to her friend Elizabeth Holland]

&

Good Bones
by Maggie Smith

which contains the following thematically related lines

from the poem "Where Honey Comes From":

" . . . Honey
is in the hive, forbidden lantern

lit on the inside, where it must be dark,
where it must always be. Honey

is sweetness and fear. . . . " (p 44)

&

from the poem "Splinter":

" . . . Now she comes in alone from the pasture

at night, raised lantern swaying. She lies
a long time with the child, whisper-singing

some lullaby he's never heard into her hair. . . ." (p 66)

&

from the poem "Transparent"

"The girl wonders: If she held a lantern
before the woman until she went

transparent enough to read through,
would she see the child inside

like a letter full of secrets? . . ." (p 76)

[emphasis added]

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Additional Connection:
The Missing Mother Figure

Smith, in the following poem, and Patchett, in her novel, have each captured the disservice to women that is inherent in this annoying theme, so prevalent in popular culture. How many movies have we seen where the mom is conveniently dead or missing from the family? How gratifying to read these well-respected writers calling out this nonsense:


Poem found in the collection
Good Bones by Maggie Smith

If Anyone Can Survive

it's the motherless children in my daughter's books,
orphaned or abandoned or garden - variety alone
with their chipped cups mied from the dump,
their day-old bread squirreled from the bakery,
their milk chilling in glass bottles behind
the waterfall so it doesn't sour. They've learned
to sew their own clothes from rags. They can tie
their own shoes, a sailor's knot, a tourniquet.
They can snare and skin a rabbit, strike rocks
into fire. Speaking of fire, where are their fathers?
At war, in jail, or fly-by-night -- what matters
is the mothers, who must be dead for any rising
action to happen. Nothing is as freeing as grief.
Motherless children -- what do they have to lose?
They're camped in the glacier-hollowed canyon,
whose ice melted millions f years ago. Even
the canyon where the motherless sleep is motherless:
an orphan is anything that outlives what made it. (p 57)


Passages taken from the novel
Tom Lake by Ann Patchett

"Emily seemed able to treat him as her father while at the same time endlessly declaring that someone else was her father. She wanted them both. Two fathers and no mother would have been the dream." (p 35)

"Despite his complete lack of experience, Duke turns out to be a miracle of a father, teaching the children to read and love the lad and master carpentry. The most disappointing scene in the movie is when his wife finally shows up to rescure them from paradise. Disappointment, the children learn early on, is embodies by the mother." (p 41)

"Hugged by Uncle Wallace! [a "Bachelor Father" / "Family Affair" kind of sitcom character] Oh, but I had loved him as a child. The gruff and tender caregiver of sister's orphaned brood. The carefree bachelor, dashing in middle age, had risen to the challenge, leaving children all aross American to wonder how much better their lives might be if only their parents were dead." (p 87)

Ein Rücksichtsvoller Junge ~ A Considerate Boy
Otto Toaspern, 1863 - 1940

More connections to follow . . . "

How Many Should I Pack?

If you could only bring one book . . .
but, no worries, you can bring them all!

Illustration from
I Will Judge You By Your Bookshelf
By Grant Snider

It's not alway about "How many can I read?"
Sometimes it's about "How many do I need?"
QUESTION: Hey Kit. I’m purging my books again for the last time before I move and I need some advice. Do you regret moving any of your books? The ones I have left I’m rather attached to and I will have bookcases flanking the fireplace so I will have a place to put them. But still there’s a lot of them.

This last week I have been going through old sentimental papers and there was a lot of stuff I didn’t need to be reminded of from the past. However, when I went through my books again I remember reading every one of them and that brought back great memories!!

ANSWER: Our books were by far the costliest item of our move, but worth every penny. I culled a few donation boxes for the library before we moved, but not many. And I have tossed a few in the goodwill bag since we got here — but only a few.

I am very happy to have them and see them all around me, even though most of them I will never reread. Still, it feels important to have them in the background, and you never know when you might want to track down some slight reference to something that crossed your mind.

For example, over Christmas, a reference popped up to an article in Victoria Magazine, December 1992. I went straight to my Christmas magazine section, where I had saved several complete years of Victoria subscriptions, only to be filled with the dull and sinking recollection that I had donated them all to the West Lafayette Public Library fundraiser.

Why????? did I do that? I hope some sentimental soul scooped them up for a few mere dollars to complete her collection and now loves them as much as I did. But honestly, I am still grieving, well into the New Year, over that mistaken decision. It would have cost me nothing extra to have included those magazines in the move, and they would take up only a few inches of shelf space in our new house, and they would have been there waiting for me at that stray moment when I needed them.

But no. I’d had them in my life for over 30 years, and now I don’t. Sigh . . .

Most stuff -- clothes, household decor, dishes, even our wine glasses! -- I would say let it go. But books are different!