Quincy talked a lot about how he always keeps a pin and paper next to his bed because you never know when God will come and speak to you. He accredits a lot of his success to times God would come to him with an idea in the middle of the night. He made a point to mention how he felt if he wasn’t ready, God would take the idea down the street to his neighbors. He lived in Beverly Hills so I can see why he was so anxious about that.
Kenya is a little different than California, but I could hear Quincy’s voice in my head, “get yo ass up,” as I contemplated drifting back to sleep last night. Mind you, this is the first time I’ve had a dream in years. Most nights, sleeping for me is just an extended nap. Days running in to each other, not really sure where one stopped and the other started. But there is something about the stillness of Nairobi that has allowed me to rest easy under the veil of the mosquito net surrounding my bed.