"In the beginning was the word..." john 1:1
In the beginning, Potash said: "I want to be understood, but most importantly, I want to be misunderstood... it is the only way to stay relevant" ( Frankly, that is how God stays in business; consider this: "I AM WHO I AM" -Ex 3:14)
And on this third month on KBW, still is...
But it hasn't been easy, writing my street gospel. That because I am by philosophical orientation a hedonist and yet by tragedy of circumstances,life has imposed on me Ascetism. In my heart, my mind, my ego- I wear the badge of a YUPPIE but in the witch's-tit-coldness of reality, the P is for POSEUR: Young Urban Poseur!
It hasn't been easy to keep this story going this last couple of weeks. Then again the city hasn't been kind. I of necessity had to take forced leave, like a whistle blowing bureaucrat, from these scribly pursuits. And off to the village I skwalled; not a moment to bid the metropolis Adieus.
In a decripit village, in a clapboard lean to- where fowls roost on the rafters and men lay their bed rags on the sodden earth floor- I sojourned. Now my ego, that was previously crucified- accursed as a Jew would have it(Deut: 21:23)- lay in a shallow grave rent without quarter into a carcass for hounds.
But man is for hoping, cucu used to say, besides what's a Kenyan without a village: mine was a Kenyan Urban narrative but the somewhere the village lurked. Here is to its coming out: (Potash bottom- ups a hornful of muratina). Furthermore, there was the appointment with the necromancer- mundu mugo- whatever, that I mean to keep... by and by.
For those who tarried here, blessed art thou for thou shalt be quenched in this my return.
For just- passing- by folks, know ye that I do not proselytize. (There aren't even any pools in cyberspace for your baptism). Yet I am like John The Baptist- Vox Clamantis in Deserto- Making disciples. As swahili sages said: Chema Cha jiuza.
For nay saying folks, that said Potash couldn't write to save his Napshizzle: will you stoke the flames with my writings or will I finally make it, even though barely - like the Agnostic Gospel of John The Apostle- into your lowbrow Canon of Populist Literature?
Finally,to my most noble, e'en worthy, brethren: ye that are circumcised in the mind; most Orthodox in Potashian Doctrine; Defenders of the Faith; go tell it on the mountain, o'er the hills and blogs-o-where, go tell ...that Potash is back!