My grandfather was inspired. “Makola!” he said to me in delight as I, a mere toddler, laughed happily in his arms.
It was only at the age of thirteen that I asked him: What is a Makola?
He said: Back in my day a Makola was the name of the children who spoke of strange things. We would call them this out of love for them.
I smiled, I understood.
Hence it has become my nickname, tagline, signature, nom de plume; whatever you call it.
And yes, I love to write. Just ramming that keyboard letter down and hear that *punch*…. such an overwhelming sense of satisfaction. And purpose.
Ayesha Nasir (Makola)
City of Lights