The One who Whispers


This is Najwa. She used to be a screamer. She lost her voice and had no choice but to whisper. She could have easily become a sleeper but her dependence on spreading insight kept her awake. She hasn’t slept in years and she has no desire to. It wasn’t until she whispered that she understood how deep of an understanding she could impose on another. Nobody was scared of one who speaks softly, they would just come closer. They were all little squirrels to her and the joy she felt from feeding them was not understandable to most. In some circles she was considered a spiritual drunk, she never once took this as an insult though. No person, place, or time was off limits for Najwa. She was the water that would eventually overcome rock, and no matter how hard you held on she would wash you away.



- Daniel Embaye