JOURNALIST MINGLES WITH THE MAASAI TRIBE Tuesday 11 March 2008 PDF Print Author and journalist Samantha Kimambo has released her long awaited memoirs that tell the tale of her unbelievably gripping roller-coaster ride through Africa, meeting Maasai tribes and changing her life. Author and journalist Samantha Kimambo has released her true, life changing story, a gripping and harrowing tale of endurance, journeying from Suburbia to East Africa and beyond. The book is an emotional and fascinating insight into previously undisclosed aspects of acceptance within African culture, including first hand experiences of the Maasai tribe; their culture, customs and celebrations. ‘The English Maasai and Other Truths’ encases the reader within a soul battling expedition of both past demons and present trials and tribulations, through good times and bad. The story is a moving journey of a working mum who trades in the hustle and bustle of London for the adventurous African Plains in search of a life less ordinary. It is a twisting tale full to the brim of courage, culture crossing, fun, family, friendship, illness, love, lust, obligation and sadly rape. The catalyst for the adventure was not only to explore and enrich life but also to help the less fortunate by setting up a community project in Kenya called ‘Future Foundations International’. The project was designed to encourage, empower and educate in slum areas, helping the community in a non-prejudiced way. The book ultimately centres around the challenges faced when a person becomes brave enough to get off the couch of life and find a true sense of being. Author, Samantha Kimambo says; ‘I wrote the book as I feel the story brings forward many questions that we all have to deal with, from social expectation to moral obligations and family betrayal.’ ‘I hope readers will be able to relate to aspects of the experience and be comforted and inspired by it in the process.’ ‘It is essentially an emotional journey of discovery’. ‘The English Maasai and Other Truths’ is available to order at all major book stores and retails at £12.95. It is also available at a discount price of £8.95 from Samantha’s own website www.kimambo.com. For every copy sold 5% of the profit will go in support to ‘Rape Crisis’. PICTURES ARE AVAILABLE ON REQUEST & AN EXCERPT OF THE BOOK IS BELOW END EDITORS NOTES: For more information or to set up interviews with Samantha Kimambo please call Helen, 10 Yetis Public Relations Agency, on 01452 527898 or email firstname.lastname@example.org Book extract: I have done it. I have d«first»one what I came out to do. I have settled my children down into a new home. They are now attending their schools, and enjoying their Mzungu lives again. We often sit and talk about Africa. I asked today if any of them at a later time would like to go back. They said for a holiday, but not to live. Connor is so much like me. He wants both. He wants to enjoy his school and friends here and be a Maasai in the holidays! When he is a few years older, he has been asked to join the Morans and be trained with them. If he does it he will be the world’s first white Moran! I sit with an ache in my heart. I speak to Benja, Samwel and Msima frequently, but I know it is not enough. I walk around the town here and wonder why the hell I came back. I am desperately unhappy. I can feel myself slipping further down into a depression every day, each new morning I am fighting to keep myself up, because once I do get down, I am fearful I may never get up again. I suffered a dose of post-natal depression after having my last born. It took me 2 years to feel fine again. I don’t want to go there again, but the path feels a little more slippery every day. I find myself sitting and gazing out of the window, wishing I would open my eyes and find it to be my African landscape. I have nothing to do except write. In some way’s I wonder if I am writing for therapy, or to get my words out and make sense of everything. It is probably a mixture of both. I can’t speak much because I seem to have nothing to say to people which doesn’t end up upsetting or infuriating them, so I am trying to keep quiet. I know who I am; I know where I should be, but every day the dream gets a bit further away. I don’t belong here. I do not belong in this culture. I am a Maazungu. I belong to a different tribe and place. I regret coming back to England so much. If I had been stronger I don’t think I would have. I should have stayed in Tanzania and perhaps gone back to Kenya. I could have enrolled the children into an international school, that way they would have a good education and I would have my life and heart back. We would have worked something out. But now, because of money and social pressure I am feeling trapped. I would always have come back to the UK to visit, but right now I think coming back in what seems to have become a permanent basis was a huge mistake on my part. I spend the days going through the motions. For the first time yesterday I even thought that this would all even be better if I wasn’t here. If I was dead, then I would not have to cope with the pain. I am not sure if that means I am suicidal. I don’t think so, because I don’t actually think I would kill myself that would be an extreme waste of life. I just wish I didn’t have to go through the pains of being separated from the ones I love and know I am hurting Andy so much. This is not nice for either of us. With every passing day I spend in London, my pains for Africa increase. I do not feel alive here. I feel half of myself, half a person. I probably look normal enough. I think I have forgotten how to sparkle, the shine has been washed away with my tears, which fall most of the night. I waited a long time to know myself, and now I have gone. Regressed. I found a notebook. It wasn’t mine. It was Andy’s. And in a ‘what goes around comes around’ kind of way, I got what I deserved, the shock of my life. It must have been awful for Andy finding my notebooks in Kenya, but at least I had the factual explanation of being a writer. He doesn’t. I guess at least I really know what he feels. Andy never believed what we went through in Tanzania. He thought it was all some kind of ‘plot’ to have time with Benja. Even from my first trip in June, he suspected me of having an affair. I feel so angry at this. The one point of support I thought I always had, and I never did, it was fake. He has accused me of so much and I did very little, apart from try and keep my children and I going. I had a feeling some months ago, when Andy found my notebooks that I almost wished I had done something, then I could at least account for the pain this has caused. Yet, it seems having a molecule of morality and actually giving a damn is never thought about. Andy has also been speaking his absurdities to my parents. I can feel such a distance between myself and them caused by the crap he has come out with. It is as if all of my main channels of support have gone. I asked for a loan today from my parents. They actually owe me a lot of money, but I didn't ask for it back. I just asked for a loan. A friend of mine who has helped me greatly in Kenya has for some time been talking of investing. He wants me to come in on a coffee farm and a sugar plantation. I need £8000. I don’t have it. When I asked my Mum if she could help, I almost saw her flinch, I guess such is the damage of hurt. I hate feeling like this. Accused, when I have done nothing wrong. Everyone promised me support. My family said come home, you need to rest. The truth is, I can’t. How can I rest when no one understands what I went through and am still going through? Even my own husband, the person who, even though he doesn’t believe it, I have shown the most respect to, thinks I am some kind of mad woman. Music has always been a huge part of my life, often when we go through strong emotions it can really help us to listen to music. The UK band Coldplay seem to either have the knack of writing such passionate songs about real issues which face people, or they have a map of our lives and are able to pen words which sum up everything. At every emotional time of my life over the past 6 years, a Coldplay song will come out which opens up the way I am feeling. I almost dread them bringing new albums out, it normally means something underlying is going on in my relationships! Currently there is a song in the charts called ‘Talk’. It is everything I am feeling towards Andy contained in a musical note. When I looked through Andy’s notebook I noticed how he had penned the lyrics to 'I love you- I’ll kill you’ by Enigma, down. Should I be worried? END This press release was distributed by ResponseSource Press Release Wire on behalf of 10 Yetis PR and Marketing in the following categories: Entertainment & Arts, Women's Interest & Beauty, Travel, Education & Human Resources, for more information visit http://pressreleasewire.responsesource.com/about.