Some days

“Babe, have you been drinking?” He couldn’t help but ask.

I threw my head back and laughed so much, I even shocked myself.

My husband had gotten home earlier than I had and was in the bedroom when I walked into the house, bouncy and chatty at 5:25pm.

I noticed how he had looked at me for a little while before asking.

I paused for a while to realize that I was actually a bit out of character…

Not that I’m usually gloomy and moody but I’m never too excited after close of work, especially when I am tired and have to make dinner and do stuff as well.

I hadn’t been drinking…I just was in really good spirits.

Maybe it was the shoes, they were really comfortable…I had them on all day and I didn’t feel a thing.

Maybe it was because my jeans weren’t too tight today and I was happy my current weight loss method was working.

I don’t have a clue why… I may never know.

What I know for certain; I felt good and happy.

I guess some days are like that

Waking thoughts

When I was a little girl, maybe about 8 or 9 years old, my dad had an office space. For the life of me, I can’t even remember exactly what they did there.

I remember making jokes with my sister; we’d say if anyone asked, we would tell them our dad was a JoPoBu… Journalist, Politician, Business man.

Yeah, all those activities went down there.  There was a newspaper publication one time…The Public. There were business contracts here and there and then he never left the political scene.

Politics…that one finally won.

So back to this office space, we had Uncle Patrick in one of the offices. Uncle Patrick wasn’t related by blood but he was one of those… We wouldn’t call him anything else.

He was a good man and one of the few who genuinely loved our family. He would come by our home and we would have lunch and sometimes dinner…as a family.

One day after school, we were hanging at the office, waiting for someone to drive us home when Uncle Patrick suddenly shouts “oh my goodness, no wonder things have not been going so well”.

He went straight to a framed photo, turned it back from where it had been facing the wall, cleaned it up with a handkerchief and then placed it properly, displaying the photo of his master.

Uncle Patrick was a servant of Guru Maharaj Ji, a Nigerian spiritual leader.

He was convinced that his master must have been upset about his photo facing the wall and was definitely making life difficult for him. There was no convincing him otherwise.

I lay in bed just as I woke up this morning, wondering, asking… “Why do you love me so much dear Lord? Your grace is so beautiful…even when I am the worst…You give me your hand and say come.”

Uncle Patrick passed on some years ago… I’m not sure where he went but I wonder if he has changed his beliefs.

Scriptural Guide

Hebrews 4:16
Hebrews 13:15
Psalm 103:8
1 Peter 5:10
2 Chronicles 30:9b
Isaiah 30:18

A couple

We used to do TV

Every time

We still could

But I’m sure he’ll stay

If it’s

Two and half men

Or

Friends

These two could keep him glued for hours…

He loves them so much…

You can see the glint in his eyes when they come on.

We watch and laugh.

My husband and I.

We could have a good time in front of the TV

Only for a couple of shows

Or maybe more…

…but our genres differ…but for a couple of shows

Close

Where are you?

I’m in Kampala.

When will you be back to Mubende?

In a couple of days. Why did you ask?

I just wanted to know if you were in town.

Okay… Do you want to see me?

No, not necessarily.

So what does it matter if I’m in town or not? It’s not like we ever get to see each other anyway.

I just feel better when I know you are in the same city as me.

My current high

I love a really good romcom so I will start with this; I learned that a film adaptation of this book is being developed… The casting has got to be right for it to be good. Adam has got to be Adam.

That being said…

…I didn’t jump at the book. I didn’t know if I would actually like it.

Somehow, thanks to AI conspiracy, it kept popping up on all my platforms, so I decided to give it a go.

I loved it.

The Love Hypothesis is just the kind of thing for me…

From the witty conversations to secrets waiting to be told and then unto to the “bad guy” with a good heart and a great sense of humor… Adam.

Now, Adam…that was some character. He was all geeky and standoffish but come chapter sixteen and boom…he was something else I never expected…Unbelievable. I couldn’t reconcile the scientist with the lover. Naaaah.

If Romcoms are your thing and you are looking for a quick read, I would recommend The Love Hypothesis by Ali Hazelwood.

Friendship

For years, the 30th day of July has been set aside to celebrate the day of friendship.

A few countries celebrate this on the first Sunday of August.

One of these countries that celebrate in August is me, yeah… Me.

I celebrate it in August because I love August…it’s the month of my birth.

Friendship; a mutual feeling/affection between two people.

I wasn’t brought up to accept friendship. My mum must have been dealt a hard blow by a friend or something because she would always remind me and my siblings that we didn’t have friends…

My mom made sure I knew that a friend was separate from a classmate, a neighbor, a colleague and all.

A friend was a friend.

I managed to figure it out over the years… I have made some good friends.

My sisters… Dough, Angela, Msugh…anr my other “sisters”… Gosha, Gyen, Ngodoo.

Cousins… Su, Henry.

Friends from childhood that have spanned three decades and more… Dooyash, Enach, Dudu, Vivian, Rosemary.

Friends from boarding school that stayed with me… Uzoma, Oyidu, Rikye, Pasen.

A friend from University that became a sister… Ronnie.

A neighbour that became a friend…Orako

Friends I’ve made in the course of life…Helen, Nguwa, Aves.

Cheers to all of you darling friends.

I celebrate you today

Happy Friendship day

Rarity

I’m quite thrilled when I find people with certain character traits that are quite rare. Traits even I still try to attain and/or develop.

In our current “busy” world filled with impatient people, it gives me much joy to find patient and kind people. When I do, it feels like I hit gold.

I went on a 7 day trip with my mom and son to see my dad…he lives and works four hours away, the same town where my sisters live.

It was a short vacation and a chance to be with family.

We were introduced to a young man. He was going to be available to help drive us around town…especially my mom.

He isn’t a driver by profession…he was going to do this voluntarily.

I really didn’t need him, I had actually planned to get by on my own…but somehow, he made needing him quite easy.

Yawe…that’s his name.

He was polite, kind and patient.

He was smart and good with positive and productive suggestions.

He was good with my son too.

I know I am not the most patient person in the world so his patience was a big deal to me.

He was patient with my mom even when my sisters and I seemed to be weary with her at some point.

I am drawn to acts of kindness and he threw it around without hesitation.

He made our stay easy. I hope I meet more Yawes in the world and I pray I can be a Yawe for others too.

Coincidence?

A couple of nights ago, my sisters and I had a sleepover…we hardly did the sleeping part though.

We all had our children with us so it was a loud and fun night.

We talked from one topic to another and somehow we found ourselves at Affirmations and positive thinking.

Angela shared testimonies how repeating affirmations had brought a lot of beautiful things her way.

I made mental notes from her stories and thought about a few affirmations I could work with.

I had done a sketch guide for myself at the beginning of July…it kind of went just like I declared. July was pretty amazing.

Somewhere mid sleepover, I tuned into the Elevation Church worship experience of the day and there he was…the pastor, saying almost the exact same things we had been talking about…and with scripture to back it up.

That wasn’t some recorded sermon from weeks or months or even days ago…it was the same day.

Coincidence?

I think not.

I strongly believe God sent a message and He is trying to confirm it

I think I’m going to pay attention and listen.

Eight

My first love

How my heart sings when I hear your name

But for my June bug, it’s just you…

…and now know I could love two

No other moon could touch my heart like you do

My heart leaps to see you again

Please be good again this season

Welcome my August