I’m Still 20-something Years Old!

There’s a speech people normally give/write before, during or after their birthdays.

This is the one. After.

Birthdays used to be a time to live and laugh with family and friends. The only thing that overwhelmed you was the love and awkward hugs. Now at a time as this, birthdays are the days when the internet does the overwhelming. The vibrations won’t stop, the notifications are raging with a fury for days, you just might take your phone swimming. But then you remember the economy and decide against it.

You even come back to respond to the HBDs after 3 days because it feels like that email you have waited for a year; it has come, and now you have to wait 3 days to stabilise your palpitations for yays or nays before you read it. Your heart’s basically on a trampoline, and you have to divide attention between the mu device, and the real issues in the world right now. Like poor education and hunger.

Well, The birthday situation isn’t THAT dramatic. But the notifications are overwhelming. And in a good way too.

Iss all goooood in this life *cues in music 🎶 Photo by Ninno Jack Jr.

Everyone is really good to you, you can’t believe those magical words are about you. At some point you go like staahhpp. Not in modesty, but like…”you have lied, my guy 😂 😂”. Enough not to let them off, because… when else will you get complimented at 200%?

It was a rather bittersweet day for me. I shall save you the details, but I did some pretty interesting things like the once in a lifetime opportunity to pop a whole boiled egg into my mouth, and just working it all out in one go. It is the best feeling in the world. Also because I couldn’t remember the last time I ate a boiled egg. You need to try it. Everyone should. I don’t care what you say in my comment section, but as long as you love eggs or just eat them, you will still go and try this in discretion. Remember to tell me your experience after that. For follow up. It’s about that age where every little success is recorded.

Hola mi amigos! I’m 20 something and no one’s counting! 😉 Photo by @mudo_eve

But in short, I came to say thank you so much for the beautiful wishes of life and health. I say Amen to that. To thank Ninno and Jessica Layado for being real embodiments of God’s love. Hi Faith Liam, for like the finest coincidence of this universe. Also, there’s more to life. While you’re in the wilderness, you can still smile, jump and do that baddd move all in one go, and suddenly everyone forgets you’re in the middle of nowhere and at the near end of your road. See how hope is seemingly to the rest of the world but yourself? That right there, is living; and when you live, you hope. Errbody wins! God still reigns!

Smile. Jump. Pose. Photo by Ninno Jack Jr.

Anena’s miracle.

At school Anena is basically the misfit. She isn’t necessarily rejected, and there are other small people with a character close to hers but somehow she is a misfit. She can’t even hangout with the other ‘misfits’. It just doesn’t work.
With three other siblings, Anena attends a fancy school that she has no idea how her mother pays for. Well, she’s always known that her dad pitched in, but recently she got a strange feeling that he stopped and mum has not said a word about it. Anena’s father is enstranged. She is not sorry because she doesn’t know why she should be, but let’s hold that thought.

Her school is so fancy that “East or west, home is best,” would cease to have meaning. She’d choose school over home a million times if she had to. She carries a small metallic case to school filled with her clothes and other essentials, because that’s all she ever needs considering her situation; and she’s not complaining because over the years, eating breakfast never made sense anymore and the two other meals are way better than she could ask for in a typical Ugandan boarding school. Every meal time, she’s convinced even more that her children will attend the same school in the future, so help her God.

Her school mates though, bring along three times her belongings because well, fancy school, fancy kids. Maybe that is why it’s hard for her to have actual friends. It’s as if she carries a repelling lebel on her forehead…

Anena has no expectations from her mother except for the school fees. She is lucky to have grace periods, but then she can’t be sent home, because she would never know how to get there. It is a long three hour bus ride so the bursar is sympathetic enough.
It is strange when on the last visitation day, her mother, Ma Rose has come to visit. Instead of the routine bottle of soda and her special English pancakes they always shared as they sat in the dining hall, Ma Rose asks that they sit outside on the grass. No, there’s no mat, soda, or the special pancakes. It’s just a soft wind with a chill mild enough to pass for fresh air, Anena, her mother and a results slip between them. They’re discussing her results and that’s all they will do because Ma Rose says home is okay and she is off in 20 minutes. Only. She hasn’t even left the usual 10k for a soda.

The finals are almost due and the school is buzzing with bookworms, new bookworms and ongoing seminars. She is constantly on the roll call in the mornings to go and make calls at the phone booth to “remind your parents that you will not sit for your finals!” It’s disturbing. Especially when Ma says she is totally out of solutions for now. But an angel is watching from a distance. Mr.Ochola then walks over to the phone booth where Anena stands in near tears; he is her teacher, and the most humble person she’s known her entire life atleast so far…students take advantage of that because then they never have to finish their assignments on time. Or they’d ask him to do them all kinds of favours for “a home-sick spoilt rich kid.” He’s just too nice for his own good.

When Mr.Ochola gets to Anena, he asks what the problem could be; she starts to wonder why anyone, a teacher, would care at this time considering the situation. It’s the finals. It’s not like if she tells him her problems, he can make them go away…like he can convince the administration, with no particular reason, to let her do her exams. She’s the ordinary student. Not in the books for anything good, or even bad. Unless he were the principal’s relative.
She tells him everything anyway, but she’s basically broken, she can’t contain it. She had dealt with all four years with the cliff-edgy grace periods, but not this time. Atleast not for her finals. It is the last straw and maybe the teacher sees that. They then have a small conversation, and he asks her a few questions then that’s it.

All she knows the next day is that she’s cleared, all of it. And God knows it was a huge debt. For all she knows, her teacher must have emptied his bank account but he doesn’t want to hear it. Infact, he wanted to remain anonymous  if it were possible. But we know for sure that a miracle has happened, from the least possible options. That was God.

Two Men. – Day 3

I adore the man,
My first love
To give everything could seem enough,
But yet perfect love is immeasurable.

I love this man,
He first loved me then fixed me.
He didn’t just tell but showed
That there is more to unconditional
Than what the oxford told.

I owed this man.
Because he lost so I could win,
So i gave him my heart.
And then I won another man,
One after the other man’s heart.

This other man;
The blessing of my first love,
The knight in every armour,
Pitched camp at my castle
And re-set a rhythm some place beyond my ribcage.

This other man;
He loves with the strength of Samson,
And leads with the wisdom of Solomon.
My fear bids farewell in this perfection.
Because perfect love casts out fear.