I meant to join in The Cherished Blogfest this year but what with job hunting, book editing, etc, I haven’t been able to find the time. Then I came across this wonderful post from Peter Nena. A must see Reblog. What more fitting item can you cherish – the book that saves you from death. This is to give thought to all those on the brink of contemplating suicide. I pray you find that special moment that saves you and your family and friends from tragedy, irreversable loss, and pain. Words are indeed life. Where would we be without them?
This year, my dearest treasure is an anthology of stories, poems, essays, and the making of poems.
Its story is one that I am both ashamed and thrilled to tell. Before I chose it for this post, I searched thoroughly for a replacement. But there was none.
Sometime in February 2011, I felt low. Too low. The lowest I have ever felt. So I thought I could buy some pills.
In the morning, I went around town buying them from different shops till I had 280 of them. Then I bought 500ml of water and made my way to Ngong Hills, into the forests and bushes there. I wanted to just lie down and forget the world for good.
But before I could do that, I, somehow, remembered my books and a fierce sense of jealousy gripped me. I said, “Who’s going to have those books?” I couldn’t remember one…
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M J Mallon YA Author and Poet 
What a beautiful story and true. Thank you for the sign post. 🙂
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Lovely. Great share, Marje. Thank you. ❤
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My pleasure Vashti. 🙂
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