Today is a saturday, the best day of the weekend because today we climax the weekend. Tomorrow will probably be the day a few who make it to church to will repent for the ungodly behaviour today. So, thats aside, the point, have you heard Cold play croone, the killers strum, the RHCP (red hot chilli peppers) beat the drum away. The pinnacle or the pivotal point in your life where you know not one can spoil the lest disturb your mind forever. This what i felt today, the beauty i realised is like that when man crushes on woman, raining while the sun shines, eating and tasting every lit molecule of the food. That is what i felt, i was literally flying. What could be this moment that i need most not to forget. Speechless. The camera was my eyes for it forever engraved in my brain. White Shadows.
Well, after some thought, my site has become the thought process.
So i decided to watch HOUSE, the series, today, and i lost some faith in our bodies. I always fancied being a super hero of some kind but after watching, God does exist but our bodies have big time zibs( problems). In each episode i watched every patient had a seizure, a baby died on experimentation, sweets had been used as medicine, smocking is a cure for diarrhoe, and being arrogant is good only if you are sure of what you are doing.
On the other hand, i didn’t get to finish chronicling my escapades about my East African trip and time has a way of telling the story differently. Besides, Uganda for the first time after 30 years might qualify for Africa cup, so thats good news on my part.
I was in a lift today and electricity chucked (went) off. So people are stack, but there was no noise. A good sign of development in such a country where there is hope the lift will be on soon. Also, does pressing the lift button faster or many times increase its speed. No, so why do people do it?
The trees planted in and around town along the kampala main road are dying or are dead, for sure, is this the work of our city council. We might want to query there potential in keeping our city “kawa”.
The book of today is ” confessions of an economic hitman,” please read this, especially those who have no idea.
Quote of the day. “The artist is a receptacle for emotions that come from all over the place: from the sky, the earth, scrap of paper, passing shape and spider’s web.” Pablo Picasso. Spanish painter.
Am good so be good.
Well, i decided to change my blog from “we the best” to “the thought process”.
Why, well you don’t need to ask ”we the best sounded of tune,’ i mean, i am not we are,
besides, some gun slinging thugs almost caught up with me.
We the best has also, i recently found out been used by one of the terror squad, the rap
group, members, the guy who doesn’t but might be fat Joe’s bro.
The thought process suits me because i really like to think, and
it does sound like me, or probably looks.
Besides, most of these articles are probably after thoughts or thoughts
or what am actually thinking at the moment.
Please don’t applaud me, it comes naturally.
My five year plan after thinking for quite a while,
sees me engaged to be married to the most sensational lady
i agree has caught my eyes. Inspiration, ” how i met your mother,”
besides, i think guys don’t like to comment but you take pleasure in my reading so i beg,
we beg, me, myself and i, please, comment.
On the dark side, breaking news, My EX is back. Curse the gods.
Also, to all lakers fans, we have next year. Atleast we scooped mvp.
” You need to break a few eggs to make ommelette but not every egg broken will give the best omellete. You need to save some for the next time.”
We need to save ourselves or rather seek our own death. Calls have been made, please, you need no education to save the world. every one can do it, i am so please do.
The semester has closed,
The semester has closed!!!
Ring, ring, ring, the bell goes.
Collin, where at though?
The seed so fresh,
Now has dried.
Is it really happening.
Is this the true campus.
Where is the noise?
Lights out in the halls,
why, why, why?
do i have to cry
to get what i want?
Is Kenya that good Robert?
Marvin, are your lungs ok!
Is studying worth it?
Are the nights saying nothing?
Where is the presence ,
in the absence!
MY heart cold, really cold.
My home no more.
Recess, is this what recession is all about.
You take away my friends.
I hate to love you.
My friends, when will i see you.
Where is my patience. 8 weeks.
NO! Noooooo! It cannot be that way.
This sounds like the inheritance of loss.