I made the dream happen #today with children’s storytelling!

To publish with an established publisher or to self publish?

Photographed by Mpumi, my little brother.

Mpumi’s Magic Beads is one of my favourite labours of love and this past Tuesday afternoon, I had the wonderful opportunity to share it with some lovely little people and some big people too. I chose Bridge Books on Commissioner Street as the venue because it’s the perfect setting for the story about Mpumi, Tshiamo and Asante – three little girls with amazing hair, a great friendship and some really cool adventures in the big city. 

From making my pledge to “Make One Day, Today!”  and beginning this journey of finding inspiration to write a unique story set in this Joburg city that I adore – I feel so happy that WE DID IT and it has been received so warmly. I’m grateful that so many people enjoyed it and would love to own it because that’s the bigger dream – to have it exist in hard copy so we can all read it to our future/children. So now that I have come to the end of the journey with Standard Bank (an awesome 4 months that could not have possibly been enough time to publish-publish) the new journey that I am about to embark on and one that I have to give some serious thought to is: how? I am contemplating whether I will go with an established publisher or whether I will be the established publisher and self-publish. It is quite the big decision to make but either way, I’ve gathered some email addresses of interested future buyers (feel free to mail me yours if you’re interested) and I will keep everyone in the loop of how I will proceed from here – this means that the story is inaccessible at this time and  all I ask for is some patience in the meanwhile. After that is accomplished, I would definitely love to consider taking the book and visiting schools and community centres for storytelling sessions because I enjoy them so much.

I’m grateful to everyone who came to the storytelling and allowed me to live my dream and also to those who spread the word and have expressed interest in owning the book. Thank you to Standard Bank, Book of Swag and Native for the opportunity and immense support, Kay Bapela for keeping me on track, Selina Morulane for bringing the girls to life and being a talented illustrator, Nokulinda for being both mom and kiddie snack-maker goals and for being awesome, Monti and Alexandra for being my best friends and coming through for me on the day and on all days, and to my parents for giving my siblings names that I could make a story with and to my siblings for being loving and helpful people. 

One more thing on the subject of publishing: I would appreciate any advice in this regard so please feel free to comment and let me know which route you think I should go with and why? Thanks!

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Thank you to my mother and Thabani for being my first listeners, believing in the story and giving me the confidence to share it. 

Are you ready to make one day, #TODAY? 

Tell me, what is it you plan to do/with your one wild and precious life? 

This, from Mary Oliver’s poem “The Summer Day” is a question that I love to ask myself because it centres mortality, which has recently become an important source of motivation for me. When I feel doubtful of myself and my abilities, it helps to remember that this life is the only life and the only take and every moment that passes or slips by, is it. So it only makes sense to use the time well by setting out to accomplish everything that my spirit has ever yearned for. I’ve got a whole list of things that I’ve been putting of for a bunch of reasons (school, fatigue and feeling ill-prepared, mostly) but #today, I’m stepping out of complacency and challenging myself to make just one of my dreams real with just one step in the right direction. Over the next few weeks, I’ll be letting you into this exciting journey.

But for now, will you join the movement and “Make One Day, #TODAY?” Visit the site to make your pledge, upload it as your avatar and begin #TODAY to make yourself proud!

 Update: 3 March

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