it was a ladybird series,
she fell in love with it,
her little hideout partner,
just her flipping it’s pages.
she loved books,
before anything else.
every chapter,
every character,
she saw them between those lines,
she felt them as described,
she lived in those pages,
with years the characters became more vivid,
they came to life.
she dreamed about them,
she lived with them,
when she felt happy, she would read.
when she was sad she would read more.
she read everytime , everywhere,
she almost had time for nothing else,
when you ask her,
“who raised you?”
sometimes she stutter,
because she also don’t understand,
how she was raised by voices in her head,
that came from a million pages scattered in all the places she has been.
@rhodays.
Mt Kenya Times