Killer Passion

| This is the 206th story of Our Life Logs | Nothing is as exhilarating as feeling the wind against your face on a speeding motorbike. It’s a power only the rider controls. I thought my life would remain under my control just like my biking prowess, but instead, I saw it from the fence as it got woven into a spin of itself. When that … Continue reading Killer Passion

Hence, the Crossing Point

| This is the 185th story of Our Life Logs | I was born in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania in the late 1950s. My parents were very alert people, writers who valued the fundamental rights of humans. The arts took the place of religion in our family, as striking as that may sound. My three older siblings and I were taught through dance, visual arts, the written word, … Continue reading Hence, the Crossing Point

The Will to Survive

| This is the 138th story of Our Life Logs | I was born in 1913 on the island of Hainan, China. I was the eldest child in my family. We went on a long sea voyage to Malaya, a then-British colony in Southeast Asia. My parents settled in a small community near the sea called Kuantan. I grew up there, helping my mother care … Continue reading The Will to Survive

Away from the Past

| This is the 130th story of Our Life Logs | My life started in an inner-city neighborhood of Columbus, Ohio. Today it has become a revamped, artsy district, but when I was born in 1987, it was a place full of gangs, violence, and drugs. I thought I was going to overcome the inevitable and never touch that side of life. It turns out that … Continue reading Away from the Past

To Grow Where We Are Planted

| This is the 120th story of Our Life Logs | I hail from Nyakach village in Kisumu County in Western Kenya. It was not by mistake that I was named after my clan, “Nyakach.” My parents must have had great hopes for me when they gave me this name, for people are rarely named after their clan, and those that are, tend to spend their … Continue reading To Grow Where We Are Planted

Dealing from the Bottom

| This is the 114th story of Our Life Logs | Let me take you back to when I was just six years old. My chronic asthma was a plague against my childhood, as I was in the hospital more often than I was in school. It swindled countless opportunities of social interaction, of fitting in, of making friends. It’s 1986, in Melbourne, Australia, and I’m … Continue reading Dealing from the Bottom