Still Dreaming

2026 and beyond.....

Still Dreaming. Still Building.

Some days, I feel unstoppable.
Other days, I feel tired in ways that sleep doesn’t fix.

As the year is still in its infancy, I want to share something personal, not the polished version of the journey, but the real one. The one shaped by dreams, responsibility, faith, and the people who walk this road with me.

I have always been a dreamer. I dream of stories that travel beyond borders. Of African children seeing themselves as heroes, explorers, and leaders on pages, screens, and stages across the world. I dream of building a legacy my children can one day look back on with pride, one rooted in faith, courage, and purpose.

But dreams are demanding.

They ask for time, energy, and perseverance, often when resources feel stretched thin. There are moments of doubt. Moments when rejections come quietly, or not at all. Moments when I wonder if I’m asking too much of myself, or of the people who love me.

In those moments, I’m reminded that I do not walk alone.

My biggest cheerleader has always been my wife, Sheba, steady, patient, and unwavering in her belief in me, even on the days I struggle to believe in myself. Our children, Grace, Malaika, and Kalenga Jr, are my daily motivation. They may not always realise it, but everything I build, every risk I take, is with their future in mind.

I also carry the strength of family behind me. My mum, whose sacrifices and prayers laid the foundation long before I ever dreamed of publishing a book. My brother Clement and my sisters Bertha and Priscilla, who encourage me, challenge me, and remind me where I come from. Their belief matters more than they know.

Balancing vision and responsibility is one of the hardest lessons I’ve had to learn. Providing. Showing up. Being consistent, while still protecting the fragile but stubborn hope that says, keep going. Some days that hope burns bright. Other days, it’s just an ember I refuse to let go out.

And yet, I keep going.

Because every time a child connects with one of my stories…
Every time a parent says, “My child saw themselves in this book”…
Every time I’m reminded why I started, something in me is renewed.

This season of my life isn’t about giving up. It’s about becoming. Becoming more disciplined. More faithful. More courageous. Learning to trust the process, even when the path ahead is unclear.

If you’re reading this and you’re also carrying a dream that feels heavy, I want you to know this: struggle is not failure. Delays are not the end of the story. And dreams worth pursuing almost always demand patience.

Thank you for walking this journey with me, through the books, the ideas, the quiet battles, and the hopeful plans ahead. Your support, your messages, and your presence here mean more than I can properly express.

I’m still dreaming.

Still praying.
Still building.
Still believing.

And I’m grateful you’re here.

,
K.A. Muleng

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