So, am back! huh! that was fun. missed writing yes, but shuttling in between Nairobi and Kampala and trying to square out enemies was fun. now what more can I say?
Let me just say, I need some good sleep, then I'm coming back to take stock of the travails round county country.
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
The want-away: Rain
it is raining, and am outside this bloody, Kampala bus stop. this poem comes to mind! I have to share. I love it. Don't we all just love the days when in virgin innocence we played in the rains?? then reality dawned on us as we approached the threshold on deflowering?
Rain
Rain, midnight rain, nothing but the wild rain
On this bleak hut, and solitude, and me
Remembering again that I shall die
And neither hear the rain nor give it thanks
For washing me cleaner than I have been
Since I was born into this solitude.
Blessed are the dead that the rain rains upon:
But here I pray that none whom once I loved
Is dying to-night or lying still awake
Solitary, listening to the rain,
Either in pain or thus in sympathy
Helpless among the living and the dead,
Like a cold water among broken reeds,
Myriads of broken reeds all still and stiff,
Like me who have no love which this wild rain
Has not dissolved except the love of death,
If love it be towards what is perfect and
Cannot, the tempest tells me, disappoint.
Edward Thomas
Rain
Rain, midnight rain, nothing but the wild rain
On this bleak hut, and solitude, and me
Remembering again that I shall die
And neither hear the rain nor give it thanks
For washing me cleaner than I have been
Since I was born into this solitude.
Blessed are the dead that the rain rains upon:
But here I pray that none whom once I loved
Is dying to-night or lying still awake
Solitary, listening to the rain,
Either in pain or thus in sympathy
Helpless among the living and the dead,
Like a cold water among broken reeds,
Myriads of broken reeds all still and stiff,
Like me who have no love which this wild rain
Has not dissolved except the love of death,
If love it be towards what is perfect and
Cannot, the tempest tells me, disappoint.
Edward Thomas
Sunday, March 6, 2011
The want-away: to live-again
'I used to have an appetite for my life, but now it is gone.'
I remember there was this fries joint on moi avenue, Nairobi that I used to frequent back then when I was at Daystar university. Love those days when i was just a normal kinky young man. so when the bus would drop us, I would pass by for my usual dose of gossip from the waitress, haaa! she was so Luhya, and the fries. I miss the place.
Then there was the bench on Kenyatta avenue! Lol. let me not even get there. But I thank Cee for the eye opener. I really did learn. And now those lessons come in handy as I hitch hiked to Kampala and such. Three days after crossing the border,not much's changed. I can still see the benches like they are in kenya. The public transport is worse, and the tuktuks a nightmare.
I am trying to locate my good friend Eddy. I only remember the street, not the house number, but I can bet my memory will recall the house. so, here I am seated on a bench on the street, just like the one in Nairobi- with my laptop and a modem that is acting up and trying to do my articles and edit the script. But I am happy. that is paramount. And finally, two of my favourites from the pray, love saga:
"Ruin is a Gift"...Ruin is the road to Transformation.Only those who have stood in the ashes can understand the beauty of Ruin.
"The resting place of the mind is the heart. The only thing the mind hears all day is clanging bells and noise and argument, and all it wants is quietude. The only place the mind will ever find peace is inside the silence of the heart. That's where you need to go."
Saturday, March 5, 2011
The Want-Away: Day Two.
Day Two: sitting outside a club in Kisumu, listening to this song...the lyrics... had to find them and share!
'Let's dance in style
Let's dance for a while
Heaven can wait we're only watching the skies
Hoping for the best but expecting the worst
Are you gonna drop the bomb or not?
Let us die young or let us live forever
We don't have the power but we never say never
Sitting in a sandpit
Life is a short trip
The music's for the sad man
Fear not where, fear not why, fear not much while we're alive
Life is for living not living uptight
til you're somewhere up in the sky
Fear not die I'll be alive for a million years bye bye's are not for legends i'm forever young my name shall survive
Through the darkest blocks, over kitchen stoves, over Pyrex pots, My name shall be passed down to generations while debatin' up in barber shops
Young slung, hung here, showed that a nigga from here, With a little ambition, just what we can become here.
And as the father pass the story down to his son's ear younger get younger every year (yeah)
So if you love me baby this is how you let me know, Don't ever let me go, thats how you let me know, baby '''
Jay Z and Mr. Hudson
'Let's dance in style
Let's dance for a while
Heaven can wait we're only watching the skies
Hoping for the best but expecting the worst
Are you gonna drop the bomb or not?
Let us die young or let us live forever
We don't have the power but we never say never
Sitting in a sandpit
Life is a short trip
The music's for the sad man
Fear not where, fear not why, fear not much while we're alive
Life is for living not living uptight
til you're somewhere up in the sky
Fear not die I'll be alive for a million years bye bye's are not for legends i'm forever young my name shall survive
Through the darkest blocks, over kitchen stoves, over Pyrex pots, My name shall be passed down to generations while debatin' up in barber shops
Young slung, hung here, showed that a nigga from here, With a little ambition, just what we can become here.
And as the father pass the story down to his son's ear younger get younger every year (yeah)
So if you love me baby this is how you let me know, Don't ever let me go, thats how you let me know, baby '''
Jay Z and Mr. Hudson
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