Just when I thought I had it all in my stride…

I saw my ex at this new joint in town, with his madame…I wanted to leave as soon as I got there,but my girl convinced me otherwise. After one drink, I saw them leave, which kinda relaxed my urge to leave the party. I held it together until today, I’m in traffic, and it occurs to me that he’s moved on,and I’m still thinking…hurting…I broke down, tried to keep from ramming into the vehicle ahead of me as i had to repeatedly wipe the salty drizzle from my eyes…
And I don’t want to hear about, ‘time will healall wounds’ I know that for crying out loud!
I just need to find my happiness again, i need to occupy my thoughts and memory with something a lot more profound. A part of me wants to hate him, with the hope that I will feel better…I can’t do it. I know I’ve moved on, I just need to find my spring…I want to laugh again, beam with pleasure from anothers’ compliments to me, time spent with me.
And I need my Mother to cut me some slack…I don’t need the constant reminder that I’m single. And no match-making, please. I need the transition to be as natural as possible for me.
Feel free to listen, understand then pour out some words of wisdom.
Till next time, easy doe it

My week’s start…

Another week begins and I’ve got only one of 6 assignments covered. The other 5 are group assignments and the group members are the kind that make up the list, do zilch, and yet expect a free grade.
My work-out gets better by the day. Today’s triple set of 10’s abs crunches have me abuzz, I got to class in time,, listening to Regina Belle off a Walkman while I wait for the lecturer to show up.
Whilst watching tele last night, I learnt about the Freegan lifestyle where some people in New York pick food and furniture from the trash! Don’t be grossed out. These guys go through trash from hotels dumpsters, coffee shops, supermarkets….and the stuff that gets thrown out, like packs of milk a few days from their expiry date 4 days earlier, or  a pack of eggs thrown out because one was cracked…all this makes for loads of food, and these people pay an average of $10 a week on food, how cool is that?!
I’m giving it some thought, however the thought of trying to get you guys on the same thought train might attract reactions such as “Shaaa! Bandaba batya?!”
Till next time, easy does it.

A journey of honesty

To self, to those I encounter, without remorse, with all the simplicity I can master…and truck loads of compassion. It is a lovely Tuesday…23 months is a while away…I shall be sure to share that journey as it unfolds.

…the sleep evades my eyes…

It’s after one in the AM and I can’t sleep. I am thankful it has to do with the twelve hours I put in earlier this morning, having undertaken excursions with one of my siblings and their mates the evening before…I find myself smiling, silently and yet contentedly. 
Will tell you all about it soon.

till next time,
easy does is :)

May of 2014 is upon us

Love, when genuine, is kind, gentle, patient… I could go on. It feels good being back here after a hot minute. I have covered ground in as far as discovering what makes me tick, what cuts my brakes, what makes my heart dance. God’s been kind, He’s favored me. And continues to.
These last couple of months have seen me withdraw from the dance floor, from my girl friends and guy friends. My silence had nothing to do with said events and people, it had everything to do with me finding contentment in this single path I’m on and being supportive of the friends who’ve found their soul mates; the silence had everything to do with me being out of work, and still being grateful for that cheque at the end of the month and its recipients.
Silence. Teaching me more about what life is about, chuckles, tears, hugs and sighs of relief, mixed therein with grief. For the friends who have concluded their walk here on earth, we continue to miss you, smile at fond memories that served to make us the people we are today.
This walk can be a lonely one, maintain the bridges we build, who knows when next we’ll need to cross back?
Tell the Ones you love, that you do, every chance you get.

Till next time,
easy does it :)

2014 …

IImaget’s a cool Kampala afternoon, the date is Monday 31st March 2014… I look back on the work on here, and ca’t help but shake my head at how impressionable and  naive I was.
Growth is such an intriguing subject for me. I embrace it a little more, with every breath, every graze against the gravel….

I just might share some of the said growth moments, for example, everything works together for good, yours and mine.


till next time,
easy does it :D

I am in a happy place

This story began a little over two years ago, I find myself giving of my time, and resources, not because I’m hoping this individual will do the same in turn for me, however I have come to see them flourish, literally rise up from their shell of solitude, into bursts of torrential sensitivity, love, and affectionate attention.

This only makes me want to give even more, considering they make me happier when they are happy. I have come to learn their subtle mannerisms, and develop this intense affinity for their choice in harmonic playlists, s/o to Dj Simple Simon :)

Lately I listen more, and speak less (unless it has to do with my day job), I relish my admiration of them, I have taken to sharing that with them…
And now, I have to run, 
till next time,
easy does it :)

I Walk Away from Radio end next week (July 30th – August 3rd)

You asked why I was leaving, and I wanted to ask ‘What Do You Care?’ especially since everything happened right under your nose. It was a pleasure, these three years and seven months. I might not be high maintenance and I’m no door mat either.
In a nut shell, the reason surrounding my departure could be likened to You inviting me to your home, and on the day of arrival, I let myself in, only for your German Shepherd to make a bee line for me, and rather than call it off, You just stood there, motionless.

So, it’s been fun, and now’s my cue to leave. Thank you.