TURNING MITES INTO MIGHTIER THINGS

jbwye's avatarJane Bwye

I’ve found my Charity!

Loanladies Kajuki The latest loan ladies at Kajuki – 65 of them!

The proceeds of every copy of BREATH OF AFRICA sold goes to ST PETER’S LIFE LINE. This UK registered charity was created in 2009 by someone born and brought up in Kenya and who, after many years away, responded to a cry in the wilderness from Kajuki, a village in Kenya.

Classrooms are being built, and mothers made aware of the evils of Female Genital Mutilation. They have also embraced the idea of turning their lives into micro-businesses, using the Grameen system, pioneered by Nobel laureate, Bangladeshi Professor Yunus.

A new injection of capital is required to kick-start the next phase and empower the community further. Which is where BREATH OF AFRICA comes in.

The target is £15,000 and every penny counts.

At this moment in time I feel like the proverbial widow with her…

View original post 88 more words

Posted in Breath of Africa | Comments Off on TURNING MITES INTO MIGHTIER THINGS

TURNING MITES INTO MIGHTIER THINGS

I’ve found my Charity!

Loanladies Kajuki

The latest loan ladies at Kajuki – 65 of them!

The proceeds of every copy of BREATH OF AFRICA sold goes to ST PETER’S LIFE LINE. This UK registered charity was created in 2009 by someone born and brought up in Kenya and who, after many years away, responded to a cry in the wilderness from Kajuki, a village in Kenya.

Classrooms are being built, and mothers made aware of the evils of Female Genital Mutilation. They have also embraced the idea of turning their lives into micro-businesses, using the Grameen system, pioneered by Nobel laureate, Bangladeshi Professor Yunus.

A new injection of capital is required to kick-start the next phase and empower the community further. Which is where BREATH OF AFRICA comes in.

The target is £15,000 and every penny counts.

At this moment in time I feel like the proverbial widow with her mite, as everyone knows that ordinary authors earn peanuts from their books. But I have sent in my pennies, from sales up to December 2014.

In true Kenyan HARAMBEE tradition, I declare the sum of £1113!

You too can help Kajuki village and surrounding communities grow towards mightier things by checking out this award-nominated book, which has been compared with the works of Nobel Laureate Doris Lessing! Buy it if you feel so inclined – and please pass on the news to your friends.

90551-facebook

CLICK HERE!

Posted in Breath of Africa, Charity, Kenya | Tagged , , , , , , , , , | 1 Comment

The Forgotten Village

5. Final Instalment.

Resty Nankinja,  born in Kabubbu, the “forgotten village”, was taken out of school when her father died in 1988 to help look after her younger siblings. Thinking to escape by getting a husband to look after her, she married early, but was seriously disillusioned.

In 2002 after suffering violence, she separated from her husband. She also feared catching AIDS from him. Her husband remarried, but Resty went to Adult literacy classes and then started working at the Kabubbu Tourist Resort. She speaks good English, and has since completed an MBA.

At home, she looks after her three children and a niece.

CIMG1967 (1024x575)

As Head of Welfare and Administrator for the project, Resty follows up Geraldine’s work with fortnightly visits, learning more about the families, and continually assessing and evaluating them. The initial questions are clever in revealing half-truths and lies, and she is quick to pick up on discrepancies and to challenge the women, such as date of birth versus age of child, and income earned versus cost of school fees.

CIMG1969 (1024x575)

When the volunteers come, Resty manages their Development Challenge, whereby each volunteer is allocated £100 and a family to consult with and help. She facilitates ideas and monitors the volunteer projects. She also identifies sponsored children, manages correspondence with sponsors, and is custodian of the funds.

Kabubbu’s chief problem, says Resty, is domestic violence – mainly through refusal of sex. Men have many wives, she says, and traditionally the wives are responsible for their own children.

I ask Resty what the local people think of Geraldine Booker who, with her husband Geoff, is co-founder of Quicken Trust.

“They think it is a shame that they should have to learn from Geraldine how to look after their health, their children, and how to earn their living.”

Why do the people think Geraldine does it?”

God has directed her.”

And what is the secret of Kabubbu’s success?”

Follow up!” says Resty with a smile.

Lilian Kagoda wife of Enoch, Executive Director of the Kabubbu Development Project, knows lots of village people. Where Resty is ebullient and outgoing, Lilian is quiet, dignified, and stays in the background working alongside her subordinates. She is the Resort Manager as well as manager of the grandparent project and is also Mum to six foster children and her 17 year old son.

CIMG1982 (1024x575)

Lilian with one of “her” grandmothers

She walks with me to the village to meet two grandmothers and gather details for the granny sponsor waiting list. There are roughly 90 grannies and granddads on the program; Lilian has an empathetic relationship with them, and they seriously consider her questions before giving their answers.

We walk back to the resort and I buy her a drink. She asks me about my reactions to the project and proceeds to pick my brains on how to start her own business. I promise to mentor her by email, but she hasn’t yet thought of an idea.

She comes spotting birds with me around the Resort, and unearths a bird book from behind the bar. Great Blue Turacos are common here; and Ross’s Turaco. What a treat! Lilian found me a cloth tote bag for 20,000/- (about £4). It smells a bit musty and has what looks like a few paint stains, but it’s better than the plastic bag I came with.

It is Lilian who makes our beds – differently and imaginatively every day.

The food is beautifully served, but they use the same spices for every meal, and I look forward to a change when I return to Nairobi.

There is no urgent compulsion in Kabubbu. Just gentle, positive suggestion, then a step back to allow the message to sink in, be savoured, mulled over, and eventually – maybe – followed up. The machinations – education, training, opportunity – are now in place. It is understood that this mission is to address not just one element, but the holistic whole of Kabubbu’s society; thus growing slowly and steadily into a cohesive community.

Posted in Charity, Travels | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , | Comments Off on The Forgotten Village

If You Laugh at Demons They Start to Shrink

Ailsa is one of the most amazing people I’ve ever met – and I’ve met her in the flesh, too! She can make people laugh and cry at the same time. It is a privilege having you here again, Ailsa. A few questions have popped into my mind, but they’re rather strange questions… If you prefer, I’ll let you pick one or two and run with them.

Oh – and we’d love some otterly interjections too, if you can manage it.

QA

Do you know that there have been views of your piece about Magic on my blog practically every month since you wrote it in 2013? I wonder what has drawn them to it?

Oh Jane, you are making me blush! Yes, wasn’t it such fun to meet up? Hope we can do that again some time. Thanks so much for inviting me back – look, managed to get Lily to sit on the magic carpet so I’ve got her with me and a cake from chez Pierre our mad baker. (Where, Ailsa – where? Wish I had your magical eyes!) Drawn them to it? I suppose because too many other people make magic all yards of velvet and clouds of dry ice whereas I’m rather matter-of-fact about it. Jeans on, sleeves rolled up and let’s talk magic! (otterly note – don’t you find people get the same about religion? Too po-faced and ignoring the joyful side? Not the people I work with, otter – they’re full of fun, laughter and jokes!)

 We humans give personal names to many living things. I’ve seen evidence that you also name inanimate objects, which is not so common. Like to tell us about some you have named, and why?

QACustard

Custard

I think everything has a spirit and to work with it you need to connect. So, yes, everything I use a lot has a name. It helps me to understand the machine, thank it, feel we are working together rather than me using it. Friends include dishwasher- Wishy-Doshy, washing machine – Sudsy, tumble-dryer – Bumble, every computer has a name and my vehicles – Custard the bright yellow van, Myfanwe our home made camper.

ˆˆ

Motorbikes have to have a name as they become part of you when you ride them so mine are Steve McQueen (same model as in the Great Escape), Hathaway and Tonto.  (otterly note – I’m sure I’m not the only one who does this but I may take it to extremes. I also talk to everything in the garden, plants, insects, lizards and they are all “friend”)

I love your Faboos morning greetings. Care to translate / tell us about that word?

Just a bit of whimsy. You are all my FB friends and fabulous so Faboos seemed appropriate and if it starts the day with a laugh for everyone, so much the better. It’s part of my child-like nature – making up words is fun. You are a Faboo, Jane. All my mates are Utterly Faboo! (otterly note – I often give my friends IRL animal nicknames so you lot get one made-up one to share)

I think you’re an admirable person who’s gone, and is going through so much. My daughter (the artist behind my book cover) has been given so many labels we’ve forgotten which is the latest. And yet she keeps on keeping on, and comes up grateful and smiling. Please let us into your secret, and tell us what keeps you going?

Oh dear (blush blush). I don’t have a secret. I have to keep going because the alternative is being a misery-guts which tends to be contagious and laughing at things reduces the fear-factor. Well known fact – if you laugh at demons they start to shrink until they are tiny little plasticine figures, stamping their feet and talking in squeaky voices. Now who could be scared of that? (otterly note – I may have been through a lot but a lot of me is still here and I’m still breathing so I’ve won, haven’t I?)

Did I hear that you’ve been writing your memoires? What’s the book called, and when can we expect to read it?

Yes. This year is my silver anniversary of arriving in France, even though I never meant to be here in the first place! The title is “Knitting With Eels” which is a francophone joke but also describes my chaotic life to a T. As you know I’m a yarn fanatic. Only the amusing bits will be included, none of the tragedies!  It should be out this year. I’m self-publishing it so watch out for a lot of trumpeting on line. (otterly note – I’m hoping that this will be just as funny as the only other bit of non-fiction I ever wrote “Four Go Mad in Catalonia)

How long did it take you to write your memoires? Did you set yourself a daily target? I’m especially interested ‘cause I’m struggling to achieve much with my sequel. Too much else going on. Do you think I should be stricter with myself and declare a target? Just telling people I’m doing it has lost its edge.

They aren’t finished yet! I only started to do them because I had a horrific motorbike accident which involved being air-lifted to hospital and in a coma for three weeks. I began to think I’d better note these funny stories down before I make a better job of it next time. I went through a very sterile phase after my stroke when my body wouldn’t co-operate and I was permanently exhausted so setting targets doesn’t work for me. Get something done and be happy with it! (otterly note – just one fish is enough to get you through the day – why catch a dozen?)

We’d love to know what you would like to do / be / have if there were no boundaries.

Crumbs! “Have” is a bit vague because I’m not into possessions but with no limits I would definitely own an animal sanctuary. Do? Can I do what I do in the village but world-wide? Just a funny lady who makes people laugh and leaves them with a smile on their face? That would be fun. Be? Just me. It has taken me nearly sixty years to get to enjoy just being me and not wanting to be anything else. (otterly note – she is lying, she wants to come and live on the riverbank with us from the tales in her blog!)

And what was the proudest moment of your life?

Proud, I’m not sure. I don’t go in for pride much. I’m usually grateful if something goes well for me and I don’t cock it up! I think one of them was when some wild dolphins came up to my boat and swam with me for a few miles. The fact that they sought me out and popped up on their tails to look into the cockpit so I could reach out and stroke them with tears streaming down my face…it isn’t often that Nature allows one in so close. Similar things have happened since but that was the first time and possibly my “wake-up” moment to what I really am.

As Ailsa Abraham :

QAbanner

Alchemy and Shaman’s Drum Amazon.co.uk (nominated for the People’s Choice Book Award, UK). Also at Amazon.com. Published by Crooked Cat .

Four Go Mad in Catalonia – self-published, available from Smashwords

Twitter – @ailsaabraham

Facebook – Ailsa Abraham

Amazon Author Page

Web page

Please note that Cameron Lawton is my gay twin who writes M/M romance and is only suitable for over-18s but his murder mysteries are brills!

Posted in Authors | Tagged , , , , | 8 Comments

My Faith Fuel is All I Need

What a feisty, dedicated person is Geraldine!

CIMG1968 (1024x575)

Walking between our three visits today, she accosts a group of men lounging outside what could be a beer hall. She clearly knows them and they return her greetings with broad smiles. One old man invites her to come to his house one day.

“Yes,” says Geraldine. “But on condition you stop drinking first.”

There is much hilarity and banter.

“But drink is my fuel,” he says.

“What do you think my fuel is?” she counters. “My faith fuel is all I need.”

We pass another group of men in the village centre playing pool, before we go to see a grandmother who earns a fair amount selling local banana-brewed alcohol. But Geraldine is non-judgemental.

Three generations live in this home, (no men). The Kabubbu Development Project already sponsor one child, and we are here to confirm sponsorship of a second. Dora, the thirty year-old widow tends a rented plot with her mother, and sells woven mats. She doesn’t want to marry again. Her greatest fear is AIDS and her greatest wish is for men to attend seminars about the need to care for their wives and children. She is a beautiful woman, and wears a wig.

Geraldine orders two mattresses for the children who sleep on the floor, three blankets and two mosquito nets. The nets make a big difference, she tells me.

CIMG1966 (575x1024)Our next house is rented by a lady in her thirties with braided hair, wearing a striking red dress. There is no electricity, which costs the same as a month’s rent in this area. My eyes have to grow accustomed to the dark as we sit on the single bed. Her three children sleep on the floor. She turns down the radio and tells her story as Geraldine completes the Home Visit Report. She married young, and after having a couple of children, her husband moved on. She found another partner who wanted her to live with him at his place of work, but he didn’t want her two children; he would only accept her youngest which was his. She tried it for a week, then left him.

“Good for you,” Geraldine interjects with an approving nod.

He does not contribute for his child. Her parents were well off when she was small, she tells us, but now her circumstances have deteriorated. Though Uganda has improved over the years with regard to freedom and safety, she wishes men wouldn’t play so much pool.

Our third lady, a 23 year old mother nursing an 18 month old child, is also worse off than when she was little.

“Most are the same,” says Geraldine in reply to my question, “which proves the rich get richer, and the poor get poorer.”

“What do the people think of Europeans?” I ask.

“Africans resented the white colonialists,” says Resty, “who kept themselves to themselves and never visited them in their houses or tried to learn about them.”

This mother’s husband lives with her and their three children and also pays for their food, which is rare. She is content with her life. But Geraldine and Resty warn me that when children grow older and schooling becomes expensive, the men find it hard, and become difficult.

She doesn’t have an idea of how Kabubbu can be improved, so Geraldine asks Resty the question.

“Better Local Councillors,” is the prompt reply.

Geraldine explains to me that Councillors haven’t changed in twenty years, and they don’t do anything for the village. The Government won’t provide funds for local elections.

Resty is one of the mainstays of the Project. She’ll be telling me her story in next Friday’s instalment.

Posted in Charity, Travels | Tagged , , , , | Comments Off on My Faith Fuel is All I Need

A Contented Romantic Novelist

A warm welcome to Helen Rolfe, one of the newer members of our Crooked Cat‘s cradle. I haven’t read her book The Friendship Tree yet, but the very title conjures up pleasing images.

Author photo - Helen J Rolfe

The Friendship Tree is your first novel. How long did it take you to write, and what inspired you?

The Friendship Tree was actually my second attempt at writing a novel. My first is tucked away in the bottom drawer as they say, but was a great learning experience.

I wanted to set a book in Australia and I wanted to feature the importance of community and friendship. I think I’d seen an article online about something in the U.S called a phone tree and it got me thinking how a community could come together in a different way. And so… the idea for The Friendship Tree was born.

And on my travels in the US over a decade ago, I came across the Travellers’ Tree; they must like their trees over there!

How much of your book draws on your own experiences? 

Not much really. I suppose my experience gave me the ability to set the book in Australia and talk about places I’d been to, things I’d seen.

My book was rejected over 70 times before I found Crooked Cat. Surely your journey was less traumatic? How did you find the Crooked Cats?

I wouldn’t say my journey was traumatic, but I certainly did have my fair share of rejections! A friend pointed me in the direction of Crooked Cat when they were open to submissions and so with everything crossed I submitted my book.

Are your works in progress a continuation of the same romantic genre, or will you branch out into other areas? 

I have another two books coming out this year and both are the same genre of romantic fiction. At this stage it’s my favourite genre. I love writing about relationships, friendships, family and everyday struggles that people can relate to.

Tell us about your writing history – what else have you published? 

I started my writing career as a freelance journalist and for a few years I wrote articles for women’s health and fitness magazines. During that time I learnt the importance of research, interview skills, drafting and re-drafting, writing for a particular audience and how to ensure I met deadlines!

Like to give us a glimpse of your favourite authors, and why?

JoJo Moyes, Jill Mansell, Sue Moorcroft, Liane Moriarty … but also many more. I like these authors because they deal with everyday lives of men and women and do it so well. I can relate to the characters and fall into their world so easily. And that’s what reading is about, to me …  escapism

I feel we have something in common – for I, too have a Business degree, and I’ve been to Australia several times as all my grandchildren live there. What made you go to Australia, and why did you leave after fourteen years?

I’d always been fascinated by Australia but had never been there. So in 2000, at a time when my workplace had changed a lot and I wasn’t enjoying my job, I handed in my notice and bought a one-way ticket down under. After a year I met my husband and we had our children there. We came to the UK because I wanted to spend more time with family because there’s living away from them, and then there’s living on the other side of the world. Believe me, a 24 hour flight is no fun! 

Where else have you travelled? Which is your favourite place? 

I’ve been to a few places particularly in Australia. I lived in Melbourne for 9 years and completely loved it. Sometimes I’m very sad that we are no longer there.

hol2 (1024x765)

One of my other favourite places in Australia is Hamilton Island in the Whitsundays. It’s beautiful and so relaxing. Cars aren’t permitted on the island and so everyone drives around in these golf buggies. Awesome!

What is the proudest moment of your life?

 Having both my children

And, if there were no boundaries, what would you like to do / be / have?

I’d have / be / do exactly what I’m doing now

You can buy Helen’s book by clicking below:

coverpaperback

Other links:

http://facebook.com/helenjrolfe
http://twitter.com/hjrolfe
http://thewriteromantics.com
www.goodreads.com/helenjrolfe

Posted in Authors | Tagged , , , , , , , , | Comments Off on A Contented Romantic Novelist

She is Quick to Praise

I’m beginning to get a picture of the sprawling, haphazard village of Kabubbu. Tall banana plants and healthy cassavas grow abundantly in this tropical Ugandan  climate. It is very humid. My washing from last night is still not dry at midday. In Nairobi it would dry in a few hours.

Houses of varying quality appear all over the place, with no apparent plan. I point out a large mansion under construction, growing through the lush vegetation, and ask what it will be used for. The answer is a shrug. It doesn’t belong to the Project.

Now that they have electricity, businessmen from outside are attracted to the area. But the families I visit on my first day with Geraldine and Resty have no electricity. Project and non-project -sponsored people can be found anywhere. We walk about 50 yards along a sleepy, dusty “street”, lined with tired shops. One or two men lounge in doorways. The occasional child scrabbles in the dirt.

CIMG1964 (640x359)

“Not at school?” I ask.

No, it is a problem persuading the villagers to send their children to school.

There is a distinct absence of men in the village. They go to the towns to earn money, and impregnate women, I am told. Or they buy a boda boda and transport goods and passengers.

CIMG1971 (575x1024)Geraldine is much loved and respected. She is well organised, and conducts her follow-up assessments of sponsored candidates with fairness and tact; she is quick to praise when someone has been tested for HIV, presents a tidy home, or has chosen not to have more children.

We visit the grandparents of Marian, whose mentally stricken mother has disappeared; they live in a dark 4-roomed house. We sit on the bed, which is shared by two children. It is damp, and a smell of urine pervades the air. Beds are a new concept for the villagers, and several of them use donated beds as a wardrobe or place to hold junk.

Marian’s grandparents sleep on the bare floor. They look after the house for a friend, but have no land. He is a veteran from Idi Amin days, who rejoices in the fact that he and four others survived a massacre while serving in the army. He works as a night guard at the piggery, is intelligent and positive, and when young was sponsored to secondary school by a priest. He speaks English, but screws up his eyes and can’t read Geraldine’s leaflets. She asks a few questions and determines that he is short-sighted. She makes a note to find some spectacles for him. It isn’t usual for the husband to be present at such meetings.

CIMG1962 (1024x575)

The grandmother is shy, but her eyes are alive and she responds well to searching questions from Geraldine, who gathers structured information about the family to pass on to the sponsors. Her best memories are when her husband told her he loved her, and when they heard about the sponsorship. She works in the quarry cutting stone, the most arduous and degrading work in the village.

Elsewhere, a young mother with four children lives in a pleasant, airy house. Donated beds, mosquito nets and mattresses, shared by the children, fill the rooms. The husband is “a lazy boda-boda man”. He feeds the family, but contributes nothing else. We examine a half-built long-drop, and two under-nourished piglets in a corner of the well-swept area outside the house. It is owned by them: she shows us a boundary peg. (A few years ago an absentee landlord turned out his tenants before they could enjoy the benefits of Project assistance. Now, the KDP is careful in their research.)

The area could be better used for planting, says Geraldine, and advises the mother to seek advice on growing maize and beans from the agricultural section of the Project. The mother earns money by washing clothes; she looks listless, downtrodden and lacking purpose. She came from a more well-off family, she tells us, and her greatest fear is being beaten by her husband.

The villagers willingly come out for photographs to be taken. Your sponsors like to see updated pictures of you, Geraldine tells them. They like to know how you’re getting on.

Posted in Charity, Travels | Tagged , , , , , , , | Comments Off on She is Quick to Praise

AN UPSIDE DOWN LIFE – Episode 2

It is Contemporary Fiction Week at Crooked Cat Books Facebook Page – and I’m in the company of two awesome authors. We’re sharing titbits, and here’s my second one…

CCContemp

Flash forward thirty years, during which time I was lucky to remarry. We brought up our family, which grew to six children, in an idyllic life with horses, cows, dogs, chickens… within a twenty mile radius of Nairobi. I started writing BREATH OF AFRICA in the 1970’s, and became immersed in the story. But there were complaints; Mum was always late; she never answered questions; she even forgot to pick someone up from school. So I gave up.

When all but Dennis – our afterthought with no thought – had left the nest, I finally had time to take the Know Kenya Course at the Nairobi Museum. That was when I discovered that my brain still worked. I took the Museum Guides’ Course and volunteered at the Museum for a year. The pre-history gallery fascinated me, which is why pre-historic digs are featured in BREATH OF AFRICA. I joined the Museum Society Committee, and became involved in producing a cookbook in aid of the Society. Suddenly, events began to fall over themselves.

I’d have to produce the material on computer. I was a proficient shorthand typist but I was far too old to start learning about such new-fangled stuff. A friend chivvied me along.

“Come on, Jane. I’ll lend you my word processor. You’ll be able to teach yourself!”

I was doubtful, but I did want to produce that cookbook. So I accepted her offer, and took home the baby Amstrad, complete with instructions on how to use it.

What a marvel is the computer! – As a tool, mind…

The cookbook was published. My mind boggled at the enormous potential that lay in the computer. I wanted to know more, and more.

I did a Pitman’s course. But it wasn’t enough. I found a University in Australia willing to enrol me for a distance degree course in 1990. I worked far into the night, while doing a day job to pay for it all. I ended up with a Bachelor of Business degree which allowed me to get a work permit and start my own consultancy in Nairobi.

My career was established. I had my life before me. I was in my mid-fifties.

Isn‘t it strange how life gets all upside down, sometimes?

When we moved to the UK at the turn of the century, I wallowed in nostalgia. I went through old letters and diaries, researched Kenya’s history, and dug out my old book.

At the end, Caroline and her friend Michael are at the coast…

“The sun casts long shadows over the beach, and she changes into a pair of shorts, picks up a kikoi to wrap round her shoulders, and chooses a long stick … The dogs emerge from their stupor, stretch from end to end and shake themselves. With a final flick of their tails, they trot after Caroline down the path to the beach.

Michael is waiting for her, hatless. He is almost bald now … Their feet sink into the stiffly clinging sand, leaving deep prints as they turn northward this time, to skirt coral cliffs and paddle among the rock pools. The thunder of the waters beyond the reef a kilometre away, shifts a tone.

‘Tide’s turning,’ Caroline mutters, as they quicken their steps to round the point and stride along the wide sands …”

I always value reviews, especially from authors well established in their own fields.

Published reviews can be found on my website: http://janebwye.com/mybooks/breath-of-africa/reviews/publishedreviews

And now, at last, I am working on the sequel!

Posted in Authors, Breath of Africa, Kenya | Tagged , , , , , | 3 Comments

New Romantic Comedy – The Truth About Ellen

Welcome to one of my favourite Crooked Cat authors today – Sarah Louise Smith. I have read two of her books and recommend them for light romantic reading with a bit of a bite.

Sarahsmith

Thank you to the lovely Jane for hosting me on her blog today! And thanks to you for reading my post –  I write romantic comedy novels. My new book is called The Truth About Ellen.

sarahsmithbook

Ellen adored the band Four Ape when she was a teenager, in particular she had a huge celebrity crush on Jasper Ryan, the lead singer. The band split up and Jasper had a successful solo career. Ellen even spent an evening with him once in a hotel.

Now, older and wiser, Ellen meets Tom, Four Ape’s bass guitarist. Sparks fly and Ellen decides it wouldn’t be a great idea to mention that she was a huge fan of his band, or that she spent an evening with his ex-best friend. So she keeps quiet.

Things go great for Ellen and Tom… that is, until Jasper turns up in Tom’s life again. The truth about Ellen has the potential to ruin everything she’s ever wanted …

Does this sound like a book you might enjoy? Come over to my website or find me on Amazon using the links below.

Thanks for reading and have a great day 🙂

The Truth About Ellen is available to buy from:

Amazon UK – http://www.amazon.co.uk/Truth-About-Ellen-Sarah-Louise-ebook/dp/B00WPHVF9Q/ 

Amazon US – http://www.amazon.com/Truth-About-Ellen-Sarah-Louise-ebook/dp/B00WPHVF9Q/

Sarah Louise Smith lives in Milton Keynes, England with her husband, step-daughter, loopy golden retriever and cheeky tortie cat. Sarah has been writing stories since she can remember and has so far completed four chick-lit novels, all published by Crooked Cat:

Amy & ZachIndependent JennyIzzy's Cold Feetsarahsmithbook


Connect with Sarah:

www.sarahlouisesmith.com

Twitter @sarahsmith16

Facebookhttp://www.facebook.com/sarahlouisesmithauthor

Posted in Authors | Tagged , | Comments Off on New Romantic Comedy – The Truth About Ellen

AN UPSIDE DOWN LIFE

It is Contemporary Fiction Week at Crooked Cat Books Facebook Page – and I’m in the company of two awesome authors. We’ll be sharing titbits, and here’s one of mine…

CCContemp

Not The Whole Truth

People have often asked me how much of my own life is portrayed in BREATH OF AFRICA. I say that the story is fiction, but the book draws on my experiences. However, that’s not the whole truth.

My life started naturally enough. I grew up in the Rift Valley and went to school in the Kenya Highlands, then on to Nairobi.

I loved horses. While at boarding school I would just live for my Saturday riding lessons at the nearby racecourse. My best friend and I were a bit hare-brained; we used to break out of school at night at the height of the Mau Mau emergency.

Here is a piece from the first chapter of my book, which has a whisper of truth about it. I’ve embellished it rather, but that’s the beauty of writing fiction.

“Powerful muscles moved beneath her, thrusting her from side to side. She abandoned the rope and leaned along Domino’s neck, clinging onto the coarse hairs of his long flowing mane … She closed her thighs, urging Domino on and called to him. An ear flicked back in acknowledgement and his gallop quickened. The whole world was rocking, swaying, thundering, but she drew ahead and the winning post flashed by.”

Things went a bit wonky after I left school. My brain was the cause of high hopes. My parents suggested I should try for Oxford, but there was a particular nun in Nairobi who told me I was crazy to sit for the Oxford entrance exam AND do my Higher School Certificate at the same time.

“You’ll fail both.” She declared one day in a rage when I gave her some mediocre history prep.

Well – that did it. I just showed her. I got into Oxford – and basked in the glory of achievement. I loved the University life. But the vacs were long, and the English way of life very alien.

Charles is my African character, and these are his first impressions of London:

“It was afternoon. It must be afternoon. The sun was thirty degrees from the horizon and yet his watch said ten o’clock. It was going to take time to get used to this strange phenomenon. That orb, weakly glowing through the smog, seemed to remain stationary all day.

Wet glistening streets slid past … Monotonous brick buildings crept by, covered with grimy filth. Did people really live there? He stared at the terraced houses lining the street. No earth, no trees; just a front door and the pavement.”

I was sooo home-sick. You can read glimpses of my emotions through the character of Charles. My father refused to let me come home for the three-week Christmas vac, just to touch base.

“You must stick it out, Jane,” he said.

I’d left behind the son of a neighbouring farmer – I’d met him before going up to Oxford, and – well … you know –

When I was finally allowed to come home at the end of my first year, the strain was too great, and I made the decision not to return to Oxford. What heartbreak – what drama and outrage! Eventually my parents swallowed their humiliation and gave us a lovely garden wedding. But I’m afraid the happily ever after bit did not last.

Twenty-two months later, my husband died – and yes, there is a chapter in the book which describes exactly what happened. I wrote it down all those years ago as part of a catharsis – a coming to terms with life. I do that often.

Truth is stranger than fiction. And some truth would never be accepted as fiction. In fact, I was left with a six month old baby and then I discovered that I was pregnant. I only knew it was twins eleven days before Colin and Kathy were born.

That’s enough for now. You’ll have to wait until Wednesday to learn why a part of  my life has been a bit upside down.

You can find out more about BREATH OF AFRICA on my WEBSITE: http://janebwye.com/mybooks/breath-of-africa

Posted in Authors, Breath of Africa, Kenya | Tagged , , , , | 4 Comments