Dear friends, old and new,
Dear fellow travelers on this gilded path.
The last few weeks have been amazing and the warm cascades of support and goodwill have astounded me. And on the saddle of your encouragement, I have journeyed this far. And so I bow this day before you and say, from the bottom of my heart, thank you. I came here, to this sunny London, with an old friend and made some totally amazing new ones. And I wish I could say that Tope Folarin is a jerk and doesn’t deserve the Caine Prize. But he is such an awesome dude (And I use that “Americanism” deliberately) He really is. And to him I say congratulations. Pede Hollist is a fine gentleman whom I really like and respect, and his wife is such a wonderful woman. Chinelo Okparanta is so sweet; you just have to like her. And of course Elnathan John, well . . . Such a wonderful, wonderful bunch of people to be around. May our paths cross again. And again. And again. And so the trees have whispered. And they tell me hope may be frail, like a twig, but it endures like oak. Thank you for opening your hearts to me. May your dreams blossom like daisies in the fields.
Originally posted in Ibrahim’s blog Moonchild’s Temple.