Marrakech, Morocco …2

This little ancient town has been good to me. I didn’t know my body needed this trip, my mind too. When I was checking into the airport, after a long fantastic week, it felt like I was leaving a part of me here.

The sun rising across the Atlas Mountains as the cab headed towards the airport was quite the dramatic reverie.

I’ve learnt to check in online, and as is the blessing, there was no WiFi today morning at the hotel! Imagine my surprise.

Anyway…

I get to the airport, get my ticket and head straight to the boarding area! Again, I’ve learnt that if you are not well versed with the place, it’s better to get there earlier. I’ve nearly missed flights before because hey…another story for another time.

Always travel light, literally

I wait at my boarding area trying to figure out the internet while hoping I can get a few messages in. Traveling light always helps you with movement through check ins. The Entebbe airport is sometimes misleading, with only two functioning gates, but where they are several and you have to cut across Kampala to board, moving light is an advantage. Imagine running across the airport with your luggage in tow because it’s the final boarding call? Imagine!

As the time to board ticks and they start making the call, I head towards the counter. When I get to the ticket counter, I am told my ticket has been changed. I look at the number 2F! When I was coming to Marrakech, I got the middle seat and that gets frustrating because you have no window view, and my plan this time was to get one – 11F. When I get on the plane and look for 2F, I quickly realize I am in the premium/business class! WOOT WOOT! I just got upgraded! Look at what Marrakech is doing for me!

I am seated in business class as I type this! This city has shown me love like no other. Traveling has a way of bringing us back home – home to where our dreams lie.

My memories are in the photos, the awesome conversations had at the conference, meeting new and exciting people, people passionate about their dreams. It’s in the conversations had at cafes, shopping done in Jamaa El Fna! It’s in people like Faboye, Fantaye, Tokie, Chilangwa and Alpha! It’s in realizing how small your home is compared to the dreams! Or how culture in Africa cuts across! It’s honestly not any different! The food and the dance!

You will eat more bread in Marrakech like you have never before! The pastry work is amazing! Sweets too.

Marrakech sees the sun rise at 7:30 am in the morning, and the town come to life at 10:00pm! It’s standing in particular corners to access WiFi! The Atlas Mountains in the back drop create a fantastic paint canvas. It’s in the multiple languages spoken, French, Arabic and broken English. The taxi rides you pay for according to how well spoken you are.

Everything is ‘I will give you good price!’

It’s in the ancient stone walls, the gateways, the landscapes! Oh, the landscapes! Is this really a dessert! The warm sun and cold evenings!

Ah, Marrakech!

Great stories surely have been written about the loves found in Marrakech and mine is just another one. A great story.

Moving House

*This is one huge sitting room, ey!

So, we moved house yesterday! I am tired but inspired to write.

Moving house has never been my cup of tea but when my wife insisted, I had to.

*I’d like to give a shout out to Free Movers  who came in, packed everything and moved us.

I think I have a difficult time moving. It’s new patterns, paths, shopping areas, markets and many more. When moving, what is key for me is accessibility, comfort and security. If a place doesn’t meet the three, then I won’t bother. When I look at comfort, I look out for the size of the rooms, the light in the space, WATER, the kitchen and bathroom and finally, the bedroom.

I once stayed in a nice place before later realizing the water went and came like a visitor. I’d barely had water in the kitchen – which runs on the main line, for the year or so that I had stayed in that place. I couldn’t use the kitchen at all.

The bathroom is essential. A good bathroom goes a long way! I’ve been house hunting in places where the bathroom didn’t have a window and I honestly advised the broker to let the client know about the dangers. The entire space was humid. I honestly felt sorry for people who’d lived in or were going to.

On my new list of things to look out for in a place I am moving to is closet space. Good closet space is essential. Who builds closets without drawers?

*Have you listened to Good Goodbye by Lianne La Havas? 

So, we moved into the new place on Sunday and we are already settled in. It was a crazy day but everything was set! And here I am writing, musing, in my new place.

 

Via Via – Entebbe

I am not one to celebrate birthdays unlike my wife who would willing make a scene if we didn’t celebrate hers. And I love my wife for that, especially the things she’s madly interested in. I’ve recently found that we are different and yet similar in many ways.

Anyway, I am not a big birthday buff, and my wife is.

When I was growing up, we rarely celebrated birthdays at home, and seeing as two thirds of us celebrate our birthdays in the first quarter of the year, we usually just celebrated one – in January and commemorated the others there after.

So, when my wife asked me what I wanted for my birthday, well, I said I wanted nothing. You should have seen her face! WHAT? What do you mean nothing? I was comfortable in having a special meal and that was it! She honestly believed I was kidding!

What is interesting though is that my mother in law and I share a birthday and so I encouraged her to focus on making her day special. I would be just fine! For the longest time, my friends and I would just go grab a beer and call it a night, and maybe get a cake. My wife went into full celebration mode.

My birthday was last week on Wednesday so;

I had the special dinner (with her) on Wednesday after grabbing a quick drink with my friends. And I was happy, and called it a birthday well spent.

Thursday is MT – Marriage Time (thanks to Winzi’s guidance, you should get in touch if you are serious about this thing) and we spent it cooking for each other and experimenting with recipes!

We were supposed to spend the weekend in Entebbe as I was accompanying her for a conference there. And that’s when we landed on this little cozy hot spot, and my my was my birthday starting. Via Via is amazing. Romantic getaway or just a get away, just go there and see how you will get away! The service is top notch, ambiance – amazing, and most of all, the people are just fantastic. Be ware not to feed the dogs! I learnt the bark way! Friday was bang!

Saturday, we had fish! How do you go to Entebbe and NOT eat fish! We convened at Kaz Gardens to wind down the evening and the birthday! It was all laughs until the games began! Please, I beg, stay away from 30 Seconds if you and your loved ones want to continue your beautiful relationship! Do. Not. Mess. With. That. Game!

Back home exhausted, I was awoken early Sunday morning for a breakfast plan – 7:00am which we were supposedly supposed to have with my mother in law but alas, it was my mother who had surprised me! What’s a birthday without the Cafe Javas’ team singing for you! Yeah! What a way to begin Sunday! And then we had to go celebrate my mother in law’s birthday there after. I could barely eat anything!

Let it be known that my prowess in eating my in-laws’ food is something I am proud of. It is not a joking subject.

Well, there was cake! And we cut cake! What a way to start and end the birthday week! It was pure joy and kudos to my wife for surprising me after asking me for what I wanted for my birthday. In case you are not afraid of losing our relationship, join me and my wife for Taboo or 30 Seconds in our new home! Fire, only!

Happy birthday C.K!

 

Miracles

Miracle
/ˈmɪrək(ə)l/
noun
  1. an extraordinary and welcome event that is not explicable by natural or scientific laws and is therefore attributed to a divine agency

I haven’t been going to church for the past few weeks, give or take 5, since my wedding. I called it my spiritual sabbatical. But last Sunday, amidst the maybe I should start going next week, I found myself headed to church.

When I walked into church, the corner where I usually sit at was taken, and so we moved to the best seats right next to it. It so happened that there was a gentleman seated right next to where we were.

And as we sat, we introduced ourselves to our neighbour and got right into the groove of the service.

*

Fred had just left the bar that morning feeling distraught and not knowing what to do. He felt his life was in shambles and he needed something to get it right. The bottle he’d been stuck on for the last few weeks was not doing the trick. He thought maybe relaxing his mind and getting his thoughts in order would do the trick. He thought that maybe a little jazz to set the mind at ease and figure out what his next move was what he needed to do.

So he left the bar  and wondered around looking for where he would get to listen to jazz music that morning. It so happened that he knew a place that would do the trick and thus got onto his bike and rode to Jazzville. Jazzville is known for being the centre so he definitely knew that there would be some soothing music when he got there.

*

Where two or more are gathered, I am present. Churches have evolved recently from rocks to buildings and now bars. Where I go to worship on Sundays is also a jazz bar – occasionally.

I sat next to Fred on Sunday morning as he narrated his story. His wife had left him with the kids, his life was miserable and he didn’t know what to do. He’d spent the better part of the morning drinking to forget his problems but his problems just didn’t want to go away. And this morning, after he left the bar, he was looking for a place where they played jazz and so headed for Jazzville. It so happens that the Worship Harvest Bugolobi community congregates at Jazzville every Sunday at 9:00 and 11:15am.

He walked in and found them preaching. Confused, he sat and listened. He’d been crying since they started preaching because they were preaching to him. The sermon was about him. The music was about him. He seemed puzzled about how a random thought had brought him here. And most of all the message was ‘The ONE’! Worship Harvest is embarking on a mission to bring the one back to God much as Christ brought us back to Him.

Coincidence, I think not.

Life is but miracles. A series of unexplained and yet interconnected situations. Fred came to church on a whim and shabang, got saved. Yeah, Fred gave his life to Christ. I came back to the fold (well, I really never left) and this is just but another happy ending. Are you waiting for that miracle to happen to you? Do you know that you actually don’t have to wait for that to happen?

‘I knew you before you were made…I have plans to prosper you…I am your Shepherd, you shall not lack…Ask and you shall receive…’

Peace, and may this journey continue to bring you light Fred.

 

Day 3

Let me first talk about Day 2 quickly!

We arrived safely in Nairo-bae as people call it. Albeit it was just a stop over before continuing our journey!

We got to our destination point before realizing our luggage had been misplaced!

But, God’s providence has shone and continued to shine. It was delivered in the evening. My wife was freaking out though and like has happened before KQ let us down and then partly delivered.

The hotel is amazing. *Names withheld!*

This is our second baecation! Had one in 2017 and we learnt our lessons. We came prepared, and I think it’s going alright!

Day 3

I’ve just woken up!

I’ll add more onto this later!

Swimming is on the menu!

13-01-2019

Day 1

Today, when I woke up, it didn’t dawn on me that I was married! Now, much later in the wee morning hours as I wait to set off for my honeymoon, it’s creeping onto me that I am actually married!

Do I feel any different?

No! Nah!

Maybe?

Yes! Yes I do!

Yesterday was sooooooo much fun! From waking up early to preparing the groomsmen to going to church, and going to some more church, and saying We Do, to the crazy photo shoot and later party! It’s been a great time and was a great day!

Weird thing though, it seems guys had more fun at my party than I did! Like, they balled out for real!

I honestly want reviews for my wedding!

Yesterday, God did it!

1. It shone the entire day! I was worried about the rain and how crazy it would be since our wedding was at the water front! But, it didn’t rain and we had a fantastic day!

2. It feels weird, in a good way, to be wearing a ring, a freaking WEDDIN’ ring! I like it!

3. Friends came through for me! Family came through for me more! I love you guys, and if you read this, I am going to revenge kindly on you guys!

4. It feels good to be called Mr and Mrs!

5. Yeah, I got the ring! Not her, me! I got the ring! 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Happy New Year folks!

Ma-things

Eh!

Guys, marriage, aha!

These ma-things, ara!

So, my partner and I had a little squabble. A small one, a tiny one but the way relationships are set up; we both failed to communicate about it because we assumed – i) I thought she knew me, ii) she thought I knew her!

Marriage is a commitment. Marriage is sacred. Marriage is legit dope if you have your best friend by your side! But, like relationships, best friends disagree, and fight occasionally and we disagreed the other day.

Usually, when people disagree, there’s resentment and anger and disappointment BUT that is bound to happen. So what do you do when you fight with your partner?

1. Remember the struggle. For guys, remember what it meant when she said yes the first time. And struggle here is in jest. Remember your journey, how far you’ve come.

2. Time out; always go back to that space where you can both be heard. Most times in relationships, one listens while the other speaks. So go to that space. Or if you don’t have that space, make it.

3. Who made you? Who grew you? If Christ is your foundation, surely these squabbles can come to pass for through His love, we learn to love and by renewing our minds continuously, what are squabbles with your best friend if not just a reminder that you came together with your differences to become ONE!

I believe it’s an opportunity to renew your mind when you squabble!