The Want-away: Forever Young.

Don't you find it funny when everyone seems to know the direction to someplace, yet they all are shit wrong?
Five hours wandering, asking for directions, and I can not, I had not found where the buses to Kampala were! To make matters worse, I was now hungry. And the power of music steps in. 'Forever young, I wanna be, forever young...do you really want to live, fovere young...'

That was me humming out my hunger and praying I get som'thin' to eat. Yeah, finally, Kampala coach, purely by accident! I was going to pee, literally, on a signpost and there I was..the buses I was after. Did I have the fare...talk of Kenyans being the most helpful, I was just about to find out. I asked for a lift. See, I had no one here I knew, that was the only option. plus the talk was all over, bad boy gone rogue- worst. I had done enough crying, yes... don't look at me like that, and now, I just wanted to laugh. Laugh at myself, laugh at ya'all and your hypocrisy, laugh at my problems, and your sanity. I was not going hike on their bus to Kampala. Simple! so I started to laugh.... and they all thought I was mad. But I was happy.

I sat there, listening to myself, and the intermittent squelch of overfed kids. And went through my life. I wanted to see my daughter, and the only way to see 'er was going on to Kampala. How? I was born to struggle, to live, to win, and this was not going to be another war. The battle was won. I hit the highway, threw away the bag with my clothes, remained with a rucksack with a pair of fresh clothes and waited for a truck. It came, and I jumped in between the tires. That is how I got to Kisumu. sitting in between two menacing tires knowing a slight error and they crush you. But I made it to Kisumu. Man to man.