Hi, Gang.
Quick one. If you read the Guardian you might have ran into that section where people talk about what it feels like to…So like, How it feels like to make your first million. How it feels like to have gall stones. How it feels like to learn how to ride a bicycle. How it feels like to be a woman in Davos. How it feels like to skydive. Or peel an apple using a saber. Or dye your hair yellow.
Now I have “borrowed” that concept and for the whole of this month – Breast Cancer Month – I will be doing a series of breast-cancer related stories around how it feels like…
They aren’t light stories. Cancer isn’t light. Cancer weighs of death. And death is heavy. So for this month we might not chuckle and be silly and entertain kina sijui Peter Wesh’s cutting insights and Cliff The Tall’s gallant pronouncement of his height. In fact, Cliff The Tall should put up a picture standing next to a street sign we see how tall he is.
Si we talk tomorrow?
But before then, let’s ask ourselves how we can participate in this month to make the world slightly freer from cancer.
Kesho, then.
Inshallah.