there are no tears to express the pain
i feel.. great
committed to the one and no other
being with you makes me feel i’ve been to other worlds
you are soooo cool i wish they’d made a miniature of you i swear!
do gods have a plan?
i dislike pretensions-
-if i meet you at a party we’ll brawl for the mike
i will sing for you RAINBOW-gene chandler
old copies of modelling magazines
a full page shot of mademoiselle
twirling with her glass of champagne
you ask how i feel, huh?
that other song the impossible dream
you are welcome
“i never dreamed you’d leave in summer”-stevie W.
lets here jerome chandler’s version
soul sister. 2004. Sacramento, ca. Bilal
rAphael saddiq-instant vintage
a true jewel
come back…toni braxton!
we’ll build a palace
in memory of you
“guess without you, my little life was nothing…”
truth Mrs J.
It feels good to be back. It’s been days, weeks months into this. I haven’t had the greatest of times in between but i am happy to be back to wordpress. I had plenty of meaningful exchanges with different people whereby i got away with precious nuggets of information to which i have augmented what i already knew. Being products of our environments, i am happy to say i feel enhanced by this experience so what you see on here is partly the result of being thus inspired. It is often the case the good is to be more desired than the rot. But being at once also human, i have had prolonged, fruitless arguments with people and learnt to avoid impending disaster by abridging conversation. By saying what needs to be heard. I have tugged at my mustache and sighed inaudibly and it ended there.
It is right to acknowledge the difficulty of ending some conversations when there are many divergent views. One may have wanted to put in one last word to highlight their point. Should the same person always prevail in a discussion? How much does it matter to them? If i initiated the conversation, i ought to steer it in the right direction and have the good grace; as well, to bring it to a discernible point of conclusion. They say communication is many things so if you feel so bad about shutting up, get yourself a pack of cards, find a playmate. Win a few games and everyone keeps breathing. Wanna be the only pet in the house? I don’t think so. I am a cat and i like to be stroked even though i have a lot of independence and i can find amusing things to do with myself. Cats know that well. If you lock a cat in the house, it won’t back.
There is something oppressively stifling about any four walls so get out more and look for fun in other ways, take in some air. I have thundered and blundered into things, ignoring the proffered door. I lived to regret it. Now i just want to slow things down a little. I suppose there is nothing wrong with that. There is the rest of life to live and a lot to see. Take charge. Be the one, just don’t cringe at the thought of giving way. God bless you.
It’s an empty
scratched bottle of pop
idling by the back street
waiting for life’s unscrupulous hand
to scoop it up,
whisk it off to the recyclers
like moldy spider web
clutching disused newspapers
it will patiently stay put,
like a page
carrying on it’s romance with the dust
rather than fuel a callous fire
or worse still,
flee from some frantic sailor looking for love
get torn to bits by the irked waves
ending up on a beach
frail beneath the shingle
lying in limbo
deaf to the roaring sea
the swooping gulls
the majesty of it all
Apple motif. Net image
while they waited
they did little things
like bit into their sandwiches
they’d thought not of war or famine
they’d remembered mosquitoes and gnats
so they’d bought insect repellant
they’d heard about bwindi impenetrable forest
and the great apes that live high up in the mountains
they’d remembered oddities
such as the intimacy shared by perfect strangers
having a drink
tight little spaces
in the midst of a steady tropical storm
I am Ugandan, mid-thirties, single and self-employed. I love books and everything about reading. I have started developing interest in how the media works and have consequently began to understand how to tell the difference between fact and fiction.
1. I don’t like bullshit and those who lie.
2. When i need help, i ask for it in the most basic way.
3. I am the type that must get it right or it won’t work.
4. I am living in a time warp right now and i don’t give a ….
5. I have started hating the taste of alcohol and the smell of cigarettes.
6. I am learning to let go of the past by embracing the present.
7. I am my brother’s keeper.
8. Life is a little more promising for those who consider possibilities.
9. The best experience is a personal journey.
10. Warring dinosaurs hid themselves behind mountains.
Nelson Mandela net image
Mandela we loved you
time is a thief
Amandla we will miss you
young zulu boy
takin’ your lessons that your teacher carefully imparted
while you wrote in a legible hand
we will miss the man
lover of truth
amandla the politician,
fighting the good fight
-at great personal cost
running the lonely race
going for gold
amandla in prison,
fighting for freedom,
albeit free in his mind
playing an unpopular sport
against racist cops
facing menacing dogs
the thought of dying
hard days and long nights thinking of winnie
playing with his hands,
touching his face
feeling for change,
deep in thought
if i knew amandla,
he probably chewed pistacchios
i could see him hard at work
running down the right flank
deftly looping a ball into the net
casually running two miles on a sleek wet pavement at dawn
getting back to an anxious winnie
amandla enjoying a hot bowl of soup
chuckling away at the bar
dismissing angry thoughts
together with despairing friends
many lives later
now a grave amandla
sitting sipping a cognac
a new man
life is here
amandla at his desk
amandla tanned, gray and dignified,
at peace with himself
shaking hands and turning his back
umkhonto we sizwe, we will miss you
Hmm. Last evening i watched the moon try to block the sun from shining, with frustrating results. The sun shone on bravely, fighting from behind to repel the moon’s puny efforts at living the glory and all it conceded was just reduced light intensity which was really eerie to experience. I couldn’t describe how it felt to see it but perhaps say it seemed to me like we had lived through some cataclysmic event and those there still living were lucky to be, just to be still breathing. Go brave sun, one! The celestial event was watched by millions around the world and there’s an image to die for online. The image i saw through a strip of film was one of a frown!
So much for the heavens, back to earth and still breathing, taking lots of deep breaths lately, readjusting to life in the third world-you know, simple stuff like learning to wait (without considering to file a lawsuit). Tolerating the jostling and sheer mindless physicality of moving through an open air market. There have been, of course, plenty of exchanges and i have had a lot of walking away and learning to live with it. Real stuff. I’ll let you know, have a good day.