In the sequel of the Ashanti MWendo series, we embark on a captivating journey with Ashanti as she navigates the complexities of leading two tech giants, Avant-Garde Metaverse (AGM) and Uwazi, while balancing the demands of motherhood and partnership.

The tapestry of Ashanti's life is richly woven with diverse threads, each essential to her life’s journey. Her husband, Ayo, and twin 12-year-old children, Carmel and Caleb, who live on the spectrum with exceptional gifts, provide her with a steadfast anchor of love and support.

As Ashanti spearheads AGM's product development and Uwazi's interim CEO, she must masterfully balance her dual roles, harnessing her agility and vision to spur continuous innovation in both realms. The dynamic world of Uwazi, a nascent venture poised to amplify its Metaverse offerings through the innovative use of AI deepfakes and security tokens, presents Ashanti with new challenges and opportunities.

This captivating sequel will witness Ashanti's unwavering commitment to her family, career, and passion for innovation. We will cheer her on as she overcomes obstacles and achieves new heights, blazing a trail for other women, men, girls, boys, and ‘they’ to follow.

Beyond The Windowsill Book Blurb - Ashanti MWendo Series

Fuzzy Math

Windowsill

You are matter, as they are.
See how perfectly it can be done.
Hold, one day more, what is asked.

One can easily hear a domestic silence
Which was afraid of bothering the broom
I’m lost again. I lost my common sense.
Hello, room. Did you keep the light for us?

I meet my name in the mirror of glass,
motes drift, small planets in a patient mass.
A spider plant leans like a green-bowed priest,
roots in a jar where the sun breaks east.
Pebbles on the sill, cold verses of stone,
each one a pocket where I once felt known.
Toy saints line up with their painted vows,
tin-sized halos and bent plastic brows.

Windowsill monastery, vows in light;
we keep them softly, morning to night.

Cup with a crack and a dandelion stem,
water remembers the hand that held them.
Sticker-flaked frame with a seaside sky,
I press my cheek to the glass and try.
Who am I here in the hush of this place?
A moth with a map made of dust and grace.
Why am I here in this wide, bright frame?
To practice the sunshine and say my name.

Windowsill monastery, quiet and clear;
we lay down our smallness and call it “dear.”

Clock with no battery still keeping a prayer,
hands held together like they’re learning to care.
Books breathing softly, their spines like ribs,
pages are lanterns with whispering fibs.
Pebble rosary, six stones across,
counting the patience that outlives loss.
I set one word upon each round face:
mercy, marrow, mystery, place.

Toy saint of Courage has a scuffed-off crown,
she stands by the succulent, never sits down.
Saint of Small Sleep with a felt-tip smile,
guards the night window from thought’s long mile.
If I am a question the daylight wrote,
then you are the margin that keeps it afloat.
If I am a seed, then the sill is soil,
name me with sunlight, soften my toil.

Who am I?
A lamp in the leaf.
Why am I here?
To learn gentle belief.
How do I start?
Put your palm in the sun.
Breathe like a bell till the breathing is done.

Windowsill monastery, plant, stone, saint;
we practice staying when the heart feels faint.
Windowsill monastery, simple and bright;
we trade our hurry for a thread of light.

I came back older than the dust I see,
I came back lighter than the loss in me.
Pebbles remember the roads we crossed,
Leaves keep the hymns that the winter lost.
I drink the silence by windowsill glass,
I taste the hours the shadows pass.
Who… am… I… here… / Why… am… I… here…
Answer: this light that arrives sincere.

Windowsill monastery, ours for a while;
we let the room rename us child.
Windowsill monastery, nothing to prove;
we lean toward sun and learn to move.

I’ll keep the pebbles where the warm comes in.
I’ll keep the questions. We’ll begin again.

windowsill monastery

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