I am way in over my feels today. It could be because I have been listening to Tracy Chapman endlessly or because Kirabo has managed to string my heart along for her dandelion tales. I’m not sure. Sometimes it’s hard to decipher the cause of such melancholy, but Kahill sheds some light.
“If everything you think you know makes your life unbearable, would you change?” These are the words I have been ruminating on for an unhealthy amount of time. Some of them overwhelming like Bibi Rukwengye’s Thoughts. But even when you are at war with yourself, Bird View reminds me of how important it is to fight well. Yes, fight well. Or maybe I should get myself a lover to fight with instead. I’d sure want to know how Cynthia handles that. The way my crush is not following the script though, I can only pray for Pretty Shan‘s dreams to be valid unlike mine. In the meantime, I suppose my taste is foreign leaning. Of course not wazungu, but you know, maybe an Arab prince who owns an oil well??? So we can maybe take impromptu trips to Egypt, or Sipi like Patra…?
You know what they say about being all outdoor-sy and adventure-ry when you are low-low? Well in theory, I agree. Rebecca looking oh so peaceful gives me ideas even. But seeing as, like Media Surgeon, I cannot go to watch a football match, my healthy-not-so-healthy options tend towards eating. Mmmh. Nsenene season is upon us friends. The question on Teesma‘s mind should be whether I can cook them. I refuse to answer it on grounds that I might scare away potential suitors but also because the internet has such good people. Recipes oye!
I’m not sure that makes me a tapper as Pearlhmmph likes to call them, or does it? I guess it’s this kinda generation thingy GemStone talks about of us being inherently opposed to work. Yap, quote on quote. Maybe that’s why we let people die so recklessly. This, of course in public hospitals. How can we hold the people in charge accountable? I don’t know, but such things, like Angelo Izama would say, are not for the faint hearted.
Sigh. Heaven knows 2016 has been quite the year but guess what, life is a tapestry. Sometimes it takes a while before we know how beautiful it can all turn out. This is proven and tested, ask Bamusiime‘s photography. It’s not always that bad. Anyway, the truth is, I can’t wait to say Bye-Bye 2016, hopefully in style. I guess I have time to think about that but for now, there’s the PhatFest plan. Otherwise 2017 better have more answered prayers for us all.
It’s been a long day for me and I’m almost Feeling Good as Nina Simone plays in some hazy part of my memory because I can afford to laugh at this Car-lligraphy. But mostly because Nevender writes poetry the way he does. And Beverly Nambozo writes poetry the way she does. I’m a confessed poetry junkie, so this is my fix. My collection of bad habits also involves book hoarding and Bwesigye‘s review…Arab prince, where you at?
Woah, I wish for you more humanity in your human and love with kisses and not blows. Let us reflect on that. Sometimes if I can’t see it, it doesn’t exist. Maybe we need some guests to answer this. Alternatively run, it may save your life. Or go to a restaurant.
“If you knew that you would find a truth that brings a pain that can’t be soothed, would you change?”
Light and love from the curating team ?;
Image Source: NY Times.