Kiah

A lot of people have asked me in the past year or so why i chose the name/pseudonym 'Kiah'.

Its hard to explain. Then again it is the simplest thing in the world.

I first read about the name Kiah in Stephen King's Bag of Bones. Yes, yes, i found my name in a horror book, bite me!!! I have been in love with the name ever since. Aside the fact that it is a beautiful African name and i am proud to be African, its meaning inspired me. I was going through a tough phase in my life. It was so bad that i couldn't remember when things were any better. And that's saying something. I read that Stephen King book and found Kiah and decided to give life and love another go. So far, so good...

Where i come from, names are more than just names. They are pronouncements, they are prayers, they are hopes, they are emotions...Recently my father told me he couldn't have chosen a better name for me than my birth name. He said all he hoped for at my birth, i have become. That is the best thing my father has ever said to me. 

By taking up the name Kiah, i decided to start again and start well. Kiah is Swahili for 'Dawn, Season's beginning'. It is also Greek and Australian for 'Beautiful'. It is pronounced 'Kaya'. 

That last bit will be for most people who think i am named after a car!!!

May your latter end be better than your former. May your endings be even more beautiful than the 'Kiah'.

Song of the day: U2- Beautiful Day

Cider...

"...my life is a reading list." — John Irving (A Prayer for Owen Meany)

The thing about good books is how you can identify with it. I am not saying oh you read a book and you know immediately how the story ends or you find yourself finishing the hero's sentences etcetra...I have read such books before. I will not self inflict myself with such punishment ever again. Am talking about reading a book and knowing deep within that the challenges the characters faced, the decisions they had to make, the tears they cried, their triumphs, their failures...all of it...could have been you, could have happened to you one time or another,or maybe its already you...

I read Cider House Rules a long time ago and i cried a lot. I can't be sure why i was crying. i think it was mostly for myself.

Dr Larch is my favorite character . I see a lot of my dad in him. The way his first concern is always for his patients and the children. The way he buckles under the system that wont let him practice medicine the best way he knows how to.

I gave a friend Cider to read. I feel like a mother that just dropped off her child at boarding school for the first time. I want to share the treasure i have found with the world but i also want to protect her from 'wear and tear'

I thought about my book before i went to sleep last night. Just before i drowsed off. i could hear the good doctor calling "Goodnight you princes of Maine, you kings of New England."
And for the first time in a long time, i missed my father's kisses...

Song of the day:Abba-Mamma Mia