'The want-away is everything, picking up from where I left, before my sojourn, and goes on from there. See, it is conversations with myself. Little tidbits that I entered into my little black book, and now have decided to take them digital. Purely my life, since the coma, and onwards. I really want-away, and that is why it is so. So, be it.' E.D
Leaving OR Tambo was kinda weird. like I expected it, like I didn't. But I bet the problem was, what to expect back home. Being away for most part of the year did not help matters, and the wagging fingers of course. But the determination was there certainly. I wanted to go back home, be the best a dad could be to her daughter and all that.
In the chilly sequins of the airport, I sat alone, deliberating on what I had lost. Really, lost? with a movie partly based on my life due for filming, a book under wraps, well, not much, but friends, yeah right. I had none. But I could care less. I was still the self propped bastard and not much could change that.
My flight came and I looked back. Back at the empty seat I had occupied a few minutes earlier. a sigh and I walked forward, head held high. It was my life, and I was the want-away. Nothing could change that. But where was I headed to, into the unknown? I knew my landing, like the kids at the airport had insisted is Nairobi. I was not to alight any other place. well, what with a coppa on you to make sure u r in Nairobi?
It seemed like ages, but fact, I don't think. I was kinda scared...of starting all over again, but I was happy, my conscience was clean at last. I had atoned for all of 'em sins against ye happy folks. I was ready to watch the sky and dance with the stars yet again.
'i've come to realize that we never stop loving the people who leave. we just stop needing them like we used to....'
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