well, am supossed to write something about myself, so lets see! hmmh, i like myself, am so negative positive minded, about everything am told, i do the funiest course on campus, am growing old, am a big time fun of rock nights here in a ”kafunda” of a town called Kampala a.k.a K’la (pronounced Kla) heart of Uganda, the place to be, rains and shines at the same time, my friends are what i call intellectuals or intellectualz cause they are the creme de la creme of everything around me, am a braggart and yet am not spoilt, i think highly of my self and my theory in life, don’t stress yourself or never let any one stres you coz its not wotrh compared to what your body does to you, besides you rush, you will probably crush…………amen, i love the people who created me, coz there is so much in me i will never figure out,and before i forget, i love cartoons, from boondocks to ed,edd and eddy
i recently turned twenty, and so many things hit me, but firstly am growing old yet am young. ok, am wrong about that young bit but i feel young seriously. am on the greatest campus on Ugandan soil, doing the funniset course probably few have heard of it, but the point here is stil my growing old. my phone was stolen, yeah by some hooligan who probably was in campus at some time and i went to report the case to the police, my God, first time, i didn’t know i was getting that old to do staff on my own. any way, there are so many crazy things i would do because i was below the age of consent this country but coz i clocked 20 recently, am scared and wondering why i didn’t do that staff. my parents have even stopped giving me money, free hugs,no more trust fund coz am old. i can nolonger put on those small shorts i put on in nursery school i liked coz am old. i have to get a girlfriend because………… being old sucks coz i have to look for my money, my own money to spend on me and those young kids at home, i feel so odd being old..!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! whats good about being old realising i have few days left to the total number am going to be around for. i get to do old staff, i was stopped from watching cartoons, playing video games is forbidden, i get to eat last, even work. am working, so i better stop here. pssssssss!! some being old
well, am just thinking, obliviously you know what thoughts are, they come and go. am listening to this song by what i would call the two best rappers that blessed this soil, Biggie small and Tupac, ” dying to live” is the title. i sit down and reminisce, think about my life, i have made 20 not more than 2 weeks ago and yet i feel like a child, scared that anything i do wrong at this stage is a ticket to the jails in this poor country, that am fighting to get a job, my cousin only 5 years older than me gave birth to a baby girl, some red paper keeps on speculating the world is ending tommorow. i sit down and most of my friends i have spent my life with are out and about beating it to the rythm they best can identify with. i am almost down to tears coz all my friends are not there, all the good times we had are all i have, in my head. internet is what keeps me in touch but cannot allow me to fly over there, why am i dying to live when am living to die.