Wami and Her Ex-Boyfriend Rekindle Inspiration Through Journaling
In a cosy coffee shop, Wami, a writer grappling with doubt, bumps into her ex-boyfriend, Wakiuru's son. Over steaming cups, their unexpected reunion sparks a heartfelt talk about her journaling. What begins as frustration transforms into a rediscovery of passion, revealing the healing power of words and rekindling Wami’s creative fire.
Wami: (stirring her coffee, looking worn out, avoiding the cheeky intro) I don’t know, man. I've been dedicating my time and energy to my journal, yet it seems as though no one is perusing my posts on Facebook, X, or my blog. There are a few comments here and there and some likes on my posts, especially on X.
But I still harbour the urge to continue.
Wakiuru’s son leans back with a smirk and asks, "Are you still chasing books, Wami?" But hold up, it’s been a while, let’s catch up! What’s life like now? Is married life treating you well, or are you just journaling to escape the marriage struggles? By the way, I still remember your last letter of disappointment [imagine]. I left when you really wanted to keep to yourself. As usual, I am sure writing is something you like doing. Such a bookworm person.
Wami: (rolls her eyes, chuckling) Oh, you’re still so cheeky. Married life’s good. My family is going on well; no complaints. Although work is hectic, I use journaling as a way to stay grounded. But it’s tough when it feels like I’m writing into a void. How is your path?
Wakiuru’s Son: (grins) I'm glad you're happy, even though I'm a little jealous of Mr Perfect. But for real, why’d you start journaling? You used to say it was your way of untangling the chaos, especially after, you know, our messy relationship and untimely breakup.
Wami: (received a phone call… smiling)
Wami: Mr Perfect, you say! [you don't know him of course]
Wakiuru’s Son: (leans back thoughtfully) (Am I spoiling?) I feel you, Wami. I have seen you several times in the last few months cycling under the wheel around express way to....[where?]. It’s tough writing without feedback. Nobody to tell you how interesting your stuff is. But, remember why you started journaling? You said it was your way of making sense of everything.
Wami: (shrugs) Yeah, it’s my escape. After our breakup, and much time reflecting, journaling was my lifeline. I’d fill pages with my feelings, like my heart could finally speak. [Many years back...not worth reminding myself..I moved on smoothly..haha]
Wami: (smiles) It helps me process the mess in my head sometimes.
Wakiuru’s Son: That is powerful. It’s your safe space to unload without judgement. I read that writing about tough emotions can lower stress and aid mental healing. Isn’t that worth it, even if no one sees it?
Wami: (nodding slowly) It is. Last night, I documented my thoughts regarding a challenging day and experienced a sense of relief, as if I had released a burdensome weight. It brings clarity to the chaos.
Wakiuru’s Son: Exactly. Plus, journaling sharpens your thinking. You’re organising your thoughts, making sense of them. Your work presentations have likely benefited from it.
Wami: (smirks) Okay, you got me. I’m better at pitching ideas now. Journaling forces me to sort my thoughts clearly, even for myself.
Wakiuru’s Son: See? You’re building skills without trying. I still check your posts on X occasionally. Could you share those excerpts from your journal? They’re raw and real. Even if only a few people read Wami's writings now, someone could discover them years later and feel understood.
Wami raises an eyebrow and says, "You’re reading my stuff?" I never thought you are on X. Must be using a pseudonym like many people I know. I wasn't prepared for that. But yeah, the idea of my words outliving me is wild, like leaving a piece of my soul for someone to find.
Wakiuru’s Son: I am not active on social media, but yes, you can't find me there. But continue writing. That’s the way I know you. Every time you journal, you’re growing, digging deeper into who you are. I realised your writing’s have gotten more smart, sharp and honest since those days we were together!
Wami: (smiles faintly) I’ve been going deeper lately. Journaling lets me be raw, no filter. Occasionally, I write for hours, lost in my world.
Wakiuru’s Son: That’s the spark! Journaling’s your creative outlet, your way to make sense of life. Whether X lights up or not, that’s worth celebrating.
Wami, while sipping her coffee and appearing thoughtful, responds, "You’re right." I got caught up in who’s reading and forgot how much I need this. It’s my space to be real.
Wakiuru’s son (leans in, cheeky yet sincere): Keep journaling for you, Wami. The readers will come, but even if they don’t, you’re winning, growing, healing, and all that positive stuff... However, as I'm feeling nostalgic, perhaps you could consider journaling about our stuff...that went down? Bet there’s some spicy truth waiting to be spilt.
Wami: (laughs, shaking her head) Oh, you’re pushing it! A journal about us? That’s a whole saga, not a page. But… maybe I will. Unpacking that chaos could be intriguing.
Wakiuru’s Son: (grins wide) A saga? I’m honoured. Just don’t paint me as the total bad guy. Keep writing, Wami. That’s the Wami I know, even if you’re not my Wami anymore.
Wami: (laughs) Yeah, I get it. Thanks for the nudge and the cheeky ideas. I will unexpectedly surprise you with a blog post.
Waiter: Another cup of coffee?
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