Flashing Lights.

A BAD DAY.

Monday
Well, after having a home run of two saddening weeks, this had to be a different one. I had lost a good friends trust and confidence and also there attention, every one biggest desire. What more could i ask for. latoya was out of the house. Morris cried, big brother sucks.

Tuesday
After having been told that our presentaton day had changed to friday, i was all smiles. smiles that would make a puppy jealous. I was also preparing for my dinner, physhing for this one big yet small event.

wednesday
I have the whole day free today with no lessons but then a cock tail for freshers and an increased work load are putting me down, n breakfast, rainy days and stress. My phone has been on for the past three days and yet no call or message.

thursday
rock night today, yesssssssssssss… time to remove the boring lectures from my head. but tick tock, i have a presentation tommorow. Mood, sombre. Can do nothing. work load, worse, been increasing relative to the amount of free time i possess.

friday
rock night happened for only 2 hrs, just the taste of a 5 course meal unfinished. Today i present work which has been trashed. am angry, my frien has also been trashed. keg night, we have to do this. Stress level hitting red now. brokeness setiing in.. not good.

saturday
Spent the day at akright kakungulu. Told that owner worth 10 billion ug shs. hurts that am broke yet this fella is whining about being poor. dinner today, have no suit, have to improvise. tired, had along week. really long week. Go for dinner and have to bail early. after party not happening, leave to go for bed. Crossing road at jinja road junction and was nearly almost knocked. Flashing Lights. The lights said stop, green told me to cross, but its late, people dont appreciate this. Am scared, hurt, lonely, desperate, but tomoorow is sunday. besides, something made me angry…….. general brokeness and those life questions i keep on asking my self. Speechless at this point.

Sunda…y today.
i want to cry, but big boys dont. I know am broke, but life sucks. “The women in my life bring confusion and shit”..50 cent
Am home and life sucks totally. I can’t help but think, is it me or the world around.. what is happening, Are these Flashing lights, am to young to be this old. My spirit rocks. Peace out,

please, advice not required. this shit happens. the book am reading. failed to finish.
Lantern meet…am advertising. how bad can a week be,%$^#???

Old Fool.

You old fool’

Shitting in your pants,

Wearing torn clothes,

You can nolonger tell time,

Your care takers are running away,

No one nolonger knows you,

Gone are you days,

I wonder, Who ever said I was one of your grandsons,…….

Really, I think i chose to be one.

One of those…….

Makerere University.

This hit me one morning when i realised our glory dwindle. Spartukas, peace men. Blue eyes… Miss Cheri, all the best.

Crazy, angry, joy, sadness.

Today has been a crazy day, true that because nothing crazy actually happened apart from meeting for the poetry recital, where guys gave in different poems about death, some mocking it, others overcoming it, but that was some crazy shit. Sorry, i had to. Guys have crazy poetic minds, How dare you spit on death, geez louize.

Then, thats beside the point, last night i realised that in my search for my true identity, i define what looking for stress is. Somebody actually told me i look for stress. And true that, yeah, that actually made me angry not with him but with myself, and adding salt to injury…….

Ok, this sounds funny but two friends who are female are both dating, and because i both know them, out rightly there guys actually have beef for reasons i can only say are there on demons bringing about this insecurities… thats more reason for being angry. And also being termed as a scavenger… Scavengers eat rotten meat, blah, blah, blah…

But when a 24 year old actually calls you are threat, yeah, though joyiuos, sounds out right ridiculous. Given the fact that life sucks, and love along. I am actually frustrated which makes me sad becoz…….

When every one is talking, love keeps poping up which is out right disgustlingly stupid( forgive me, language) but NOOOOOO!!!!!! These fellas who gone on preaching love yet practise hate should style up.

 Am actually saddened that i dont thinlk whatever i have written is relevant but yeah, the load is off. And yeah, amovie is coming soon, stay tuned, probably. But i still dislike bi-nigeria’s. No beef.

So, Crazy as shit,
      Angry at life,
      Joy at being a supa star
       Saddened at being weak and broke.
PEAce out, this here is the cazy architect, the chosen one speaking…………

Book: The Big Bad Wolf…………..James Patterson
Music… Imogen Heap, this chicdee has crazy beats,
Movie… I insist, The Dark Night rocks, official.

Speechless.

I ask, ” Why do men cry?”

Because there mothers made them, food for thought.
This is to whomever it may concern, There will be blood only if you think i actually had time to indulge my self in writing about your family.
Please, you might circumvent the globe trying to get there besides, life sucks