I didn’t know what I would see/feel/think/act like/be upon arriving in Africa. I’d convinced myself it would be so foreign that I’d feel completely alone, even with my father and sister by my side. With all the excitement and generalized anxiety that arose on account of the book release, I mixed my anticipation of this great unknown with the anticipation of that great unknown. I let them be the same thing, and try as I might, I couldn’t seem to put the feelings in their proper boxes.
Excitement about being “out here”: Africa box
Excitement about having my book “out there”: Book boxNervousness about rejection: Book box
Nervousness about being ingested: Africa boxFear of being bitten by typhoid fever-carrying mosquito: Africa box
Fear of being bitten by literary critics: Book box
There is a whole list of fears I’d been coddling since before I left. One being that I would drive my sister crazy being the controlling and bossy big sister that I am. And I have been that girl, much to my and my sister’s disliking. But I acknowledged it and have been trying to keep my mouth shut. I’ve been told that sometimes that’s the best option. She is an angel of forgiveness.
We are staying outside the Etosha National Park and the life on the other side of the double fence is so different than anything I could ever imagine. I suppose the same could be said for my own life. Five years ago I NEVER would have been able to look across the double fence that is fresh sobriety and starting over to see this day, an awe-inspiring day. A day filled with laughter with my father, hugs with my sister, a near battle with a giraffe (check out the Twitter link), so many elephants that I nearly cried, all of this beauty leading up to something I, once again, never would have imagined for myself. There have been so many occasions on this trip where I am left speechless… And so many where another voice seemed to take over and say words for me (and not in that “I hear voices” kind of way).
I have never felt closer or more connected to that power greater than me. I can see it working in every stripe of a zebra, in baby elephants nestling into their mothers to feed, in the springbockes covering the fields in the dozens and oryx hiding behind tall bushes with long faces. And today, as we cross the 150km park in search of rhinos and big cats, I know that power will be working through and inside of me.
I have some news about the book and pre-order stuff, which I’m super pumped to tell you about, but it can wait until Monday. Today and right now it’s adventure time: I am here, present, blessed and honored.





Kirsten
June 23, 2012
I could not be happier for you darling Jennie! What a great blog. I felt your joy. Cannot wait for info on the book
davy
June 23, 2012
I see Etosha National Park and the area around Otjiwarongo has not changed since I was there in ’04. Things looked so barren; hardly any green to be found. Then I was told that grass was quite nutritious only bleached into straw color by the unrelenting sun. Will you be traveling south to the Tropic of Capricorn?
Kirsten
June 23, 2012
Hi Jennie. I left a comment before but I think it got wiped. I’m so glad you’re having a great time and I could feel the joy in your words. Cannot wait to read your book. You are, as always, inspiring and inspired. Xxxx
michael92105
June 23, 2012
Dearest Jennie: Is there any way I could pre-order that feeling of never being more connected to that power greater than you?
Now that would be something. Something I try to get daily with varying results.
Immerse yourself in it and enjoy every second! You are blessed and in turn have blessed me with your inspiration and example.
BTW, here’s (a) book review for other readers of this blog—No worries. The best to you and your loved ones!
I Am Jennie: A Memoir
Jennie Ketcham. Gallery, $24.99 (340p) ISBN 978-1-4516-4476-0
A self-excoriating, fairly raunchy memoir from a former porn star recounts her struggle to come clean and change her life, despite the powerful lure of money, sex, and drugs. Known in the adult entertainment industry as Penny Flame since she was a college freshman at San Diego State University, Ketcham entered the Pasadena Recovery Center in 2009 as part of the motley celebrity crew for the reality TV show Sex Rehab with Dr. Drew, where she went by her real name for 19 days and found the experience excruciating but transformative. While “Penny was not a real person and could disappear,” she writes with a smarting frankness, “Jennie could be stalked, captured, and hurt, all very easily.” Her bits in recovery alternate with chapters that delineate very explicitly how she gradually moved from taking off her clothes for photo shoots for, among others, Hustler and Cher to girl-on-girl sex scenes and the hardcore boy-girl videos that brought porn-star recognition and raked in money for her, promptly spent on drugs and a fancy car. Lying to the men in her life became an enormous problem, and Ketcham reaches back to her memories of childhood growing up in the California suburbs with divorced parents and a heavy-drinking mom to trace patterns of promiscuity brought on by intimacy issues. Directing her own movies for one of the porn outfits, Shane’s World, helped her gain a sense of autonomy. Ketcham’s unflinching, clear-eyed desire to be “a normal girl with realistic dreams” rings with a vulnerable poignancy. (Aug.)
David F
June 23, 2012
So glad Africa was a relaxing and spiritual time for you. You deserve a break after writing the new book, school, work, recovery, this blog you thankfully for us admirers you always keep up to date, etc. You earned this time off and I am glad you shared it with those you love.
Love the zebra pic. Nothing like nature to remind us of a higher power at work.
You sound like my older brother with how you are with your older sister. I am 27 years old and he is 30 and he still treats me like when I was 7 and he was 10 acting like the boss. Some relationship roles are just natural for siblings. Drives me crazy but I forgive b/c I know it is only b/c he cares.
salmacis99
June 23, 2012
Wow Jennie! Sounds like you’re having an amazing time. Don’t miss a single sight, smell or sound around you right now. Take every second and keep it sacred- because it is. And pat yourself on the back a couple of times, because the reason you’re having this magical journey is because YOU made it happen by changing your life around. Savor the fact that you’re a part of the magic
Lane Lovegrove
June 23, 2012
I always enjoy being part of the audience for your blog posts. It makes me feel like I’m in the adventure with you.
Dave
June 24, 2012
Aw that looks like so much fun! Good for you Jennie. It’s like you’re at the zoo, except they put you inside the cages with the animals
I’m looking forward to your book and it’s great to see how well you continue to do and how you’re doing such a tremendous job of balancing your fears/worries in your life. It’s great following your story. Thank you as always for having the courage to share
Will
June 24, 2012
I think it’s natural that the beautiful, romantic aspects of an adventure in Africa would parallel the excitement and adventure of a pending book release. How could one not view the vastness of the African landscape and not see the reflection of a great (personal) adventure looming on the horizon? For the rest of your life, you will look back on this trip and see more and more the metaphorical connection to the literary odyssey you are about to embark on. It is something to be treasured; a memory in production, just as the grain of sand becomes the oyster’s pearl.
Greatly anticipating the release of the book, and as far as critics go, nobody can read something better than anyone else.
T.B.
June 26, 2012
So happy for you Jen. Keep it going. I’m rooting for you.
thefreshmanexperience
July 13, 2012
I am so glad you got to go to Africa. One of my wife’s grandfather’s favorite webcams was from Kenya. He would watch it for hours. (He did travel to Europe during WWII, and the Mediterranean later.) Enjoy the memories. After reading your blog, I get the feeling you will have memories like mine one day…
craig
August 1, 2012
the zebra is shak’n dat ass.
Willson
August 9, 2012
Hi Jen, I’m from Namibia and read your story on the net! Great to read you enjoyed our beautifull country.