My First Encounter with World Pulse Magazine
At time like this when families are experiencing financial hardship due to the economic down turn, reaching out to the post box is the last thing one wants to do in a day. In my household, It is clear that in the last week of the month there is a tendency to keep off the Post box especially early in the morning because no one want to start a day with a bad ‘omen’ of bills.
This morning however was like no other. I was out on my way to catch my train to work when I intuitively considered checking into the mail box. Indeed, I had amongst other mails a package from USA. “My Voices of the Future (VOF) correspondents’ package is finally here.” I thought.
The next minutes thereafter, I could not help it but pray that my feet could carry my quickly to the train station so I could board, sit comfortably and read through my long awaited letter. In the pack were amongst other, business cards, information pack, a copy of ‘Returning to My Mother’s House’ which was personally autographed by the author Gail Straub and made me feel so special. In addition, there was a copy of my new found love, The World Pulse Magazine.
Naturally, I was inclined to reach out for the simple to the complex material as I read through the information and admired the pictures, graphic design and texture. I read through the dream by Jensine, the Founder of Worlds Pulse, then read through page after page and going back to read again and again and again as if I never wanted to reading through to the finishing stop.
I live in the Southern part of Sweden and it takes me at least two hours to travel one way to Copenhagen, Denmark where I work. That explains why I was reading through my World Pulse Magazine without letting go. I thought in the back of my mind that there was ample time. Normally, I carry my work and laptop so I can work on my research papers, proposals or journals while am travelling to and from work.
On my way back home from work, another two hours were filled with the nostalgia of being born and bred in Kenya where people live as a community. It is not the first time that I have compared life in Sweden with that In Kenya because many I time I feel lonely travelling long hours on the train and finding no person giving me a smile not a kind gesture. It is typical of Scandinavians to be very private that they never would say hello to a stranger. “That is unlike home,” I thought. I have grown up seeing my Mother knocking our next door neighbour’s house and asking “Mama Jacob, do you have some extra salt left? I do not have money to buy some yet.” And gladly Mama Jacob the woman living next door to ours would reach out to her kitchen shelves and find some salt to share with my mum knowing that next time it will be her asking, “Mama Vivian (Vivian is my older sister) do you have some matches that I can borrow to make fire and prepare food for my children?” Mama Jacob would ask. I compared this life that I knew of home with the fact that for the several years I have lived in Sweden, I still do not know who my next door neighbour is.
As I prepared to myself to adjust my seat and connect my laptop for use. A lady who I guessed to be in her mid fourties join to seat next to me. At this point, I could not avoid expressing my African pride to share my new found love. Excuse me Maa’m do you read English? Yes she nodded and I gave her my copy of World Pulse Magazine. I found a chance to share with Jubitsa about World Pulse and Pulse wire and with the interested she expressed of this network that has united women from all over the World, I am sure she would get home and log on to Worldpulse.com to be a member.
My first encounter with World Pulse Magazine has added a meaning to my long travels to and from work. I am determined to get into the train every day with a purpose; to look out for a seat next to a woman who looks idle and offering My copy of world Pulse magazine. I am on a mission of out reach that women I will seat next to will desire to know and join this movement of women who are sharing their stories and power.
My gratitude to World Pulse Editorial team who have made it possible to publish this wonderful women’s magazine. You have added new meaning to my life, I am glad I found my new love