FINDING MY WAY BACK HOME – THE POWER OF FOLKTALES
Finding My Way Back Home – The Power of Folktales
Mze Jomo Kenyatta was facing Mount Kenya when he had his epiphany. Some 500 kilometers southeastwards, I was facing the Indian Ocean when I had mine, and it came to me through a folktale.
The fading light gave the sea a mercury-like quality, like when oil mixes with a puddle of water on the road. As I looked at the great expanse of shimmering silver, I thought of Shela, the little girl who traveled across the Atlantic Ocean in search of her family after they were kidnapped by European slave traders.