Overcoming My excuse

Yesterday was valentines,oh wait,everyone knows that because apparently 78% of Ugandans celebrate this insane idea that you can savour all your life’s love in one day.
Put a bit of black & red on it (like seriously people came to class adoned in black &red,how refreshingly cliche’ is that?),some flowers natural or artificial (depends on your taste & wallet) some chocolate,dinner,a few last minute gifts and all your trouble is sorted.
Before I sound like a single girl on a rant, I would like to say I think the idea of valentine odd as it is,is kind of amazing save for the part where I disagree that it should be just a day,love should be celebrated everyday in a grand way.
Valentines should be the norm not the exception.I think the world would be a better,safer & warmer place with a daily dose of alot of love to go with it.
Anyway I spent the greater part of the day in the library getting done with some coursework that I have a whole two weeks left to hand in but well I have a resolution to put a pose on the whole procrastination thing because it has cost me a few things in the past. So help me God if I take that road one more time!
While I was still feeling super woman figuring out the coursework (more like taking down notes really) my favorite coolie Manjeet Kaur (read Kuwa) started stalking me into a post.I hear she is awaiting her weekly lugambo,like seriously this here is anything but lugambo if you want some of that feel free to grab yourself a copy of the Kampala sun I may even pay for it.
I started scouting around for inspiration and all the black & red around didn’t help and then I realized that for some reason I have been thinking a lot about my parents particularly my dad..( Pesh & Dear don’t give me the look,its not me its my mind taking a field trip).
In case your wondering my dad has a gold medal from that marathon called “Parent Takeoff” hanging somewhere in his living room so I don’t know but for a while my daddy’s little girl moments have taken a front row seat occupying abit of brain space.
The scepticism of whether this is something I should be writing about is with me even as I type but we are not who we are if we have not overcome a few life curve balls so Iam going to indulge myself in a bit of much needed therapy as I take a nostalgic trip down daddy lane..
My sister Dear is in the habit of reminding me of all the things we did as kids and call me scatter brain or whatever but half the time it all sounds made up because well I don’t remember most of my childhood though am sure it was perfect if there is such a thing apparently all I remember is what I wish had happened like getting a trip to Disney world as a birthday gift hahaha..
Her stories are really just a product of her amazing photographic memory that  unfortunately doesn’t run in the family what they do for me is just paint a picture, permanently erased, they also remind me that expecting perfection especially from people is a terrible idea.
I have a birthday coming up ( don’t you dare feign forgetfulness when I come asking for my gift because this is a subtle reminder) and this one in particular is very exciting because I have grown to over come fault-finding.
I spent a lot of my life doing that with my dad I blamed everything wrong on the fact that he payed his bail and just did just that,bail on me I mean, but I could just have taken the great memories like my sister and run with that.Nothing wrong with a momentary lapse of ” what if he was still here” but if the moment turns into two or four then Iam expecting perfection from someone who is anything but. None of us is perfect really except that we add some Jesus in the mix and He does all the work of perfecting us,but people are just that people,with flaws that they may not deal with in a way that is convinient for us  like daddy darling’s way.And although that may not be okay, its so much easier not to hold on to that and use it as our own weapon of mass blame & our excuse for not being the best version of ourselves.
So from my unsolicited opinion about valentine’s day, to overcoming procrastination, to  blurred childhood memories, to my dad I think my work here is done.

From Blogging Vacation

Yesterday I was half way through my post & am not sure what happened  but I couldn’t find my draft so I have to re think it allover again and because that’s really hardwork I will pass.
Yesterday my friend over at atimmercy.wordpress. com( u should totally check out her blog) was saying she needs to get out of her blogging vacation & it’s like she aimed that statement at me.
In trying to understand why I take these blog vacations I decided to think about why I started doing this besides saying Iam a blogger having a nice ring to it.
When I first started, all I really was looking for was a venting arena ( If there is such a thing) I needed to just be able to express myself without a word limit & then Dear,Pesh,Kenz,Sandra,Ruth,Jackie & Mercy happened.
In honour of you guys and my blog’s birthday here is why I keep returning from my long blog vacations.
1.The above mentioned human beings ( I wanted to write homosapiens)  are a combination of my extremely pushy sisters & friends who apparently like what I post so I have to keep writing. So thanks guys for crediting my skills that am hardly aware of.No complaints over here on a good day except when I am taking my vacation &  I start worrying that Iam letting you down.

2.I talk too much and sometimes people are just too over it to listen. Over the years I have realized that I have an innate ability to just keep talking and obviously that can only be a blessing because well I don’t do curses,trouble is an audience isn’t always available.Why? Because as much as I would love it,the world doesnt revolve around planet Komusana despite having an almost similar name to the sun itself.So I take it to the blog,pretend I am having a conversation and get whatever it is off my chest or lips for that matter.

3.I needed a good habit/ hobby.It may not seem like it from the number of posts but this here is my good habit.The bad one being watching every TV series ever created and  spending enough money on them to feed a small country (am taking a pause to apologize to that small country I should have fed while am still working on its name). Anyway I wanted freedom, and my sleeping time and money back so I heard Joyce Meyer when she said that the best way to break a bad habit is to create a new one. I hunted around for a few including some not very helpful ones until I realized that blogging fits the shoe perfectly.

4.Law school is not the prison people make it out to be,you can actually have some time off. A very long time ago I was made to believe that the moment you sign up for law- school, everything else flies out whatever exit there is.I am talking doors,windows & even ventilators so I took that with me at my first attempt and the outcome was catastrophic( I have always wanted to write that word). Following that escapade that left a lasting non-impressive impression I choose to do something outside of cases,legalese and hours & hours of library time.Who said you can’t be a blogging lawyer or a singing one?

5.Smartphones happened and am not as crazy about taking a lot of pictures or candy crush so I just decided to be typing instead.

That’s all I could come up with let me know what you think.
happy birthday to my blog:Me and you are a match made in literature heaven I will do better by you this second year hopefully it’s a charm

PS: My friend Peggy thank you for sending me to African blushing country with your complement:Its like you never left.

The Experience 1

My thoughts are allover the place Not because I want them to be
But because I have had an experience I can hardly comprehend
From a place I had no idea I needed to be
With people I wasn’t sure existed
Maybe someday I will find the words
Maybe I wont am not sure
Maybe the words don’t even exist
But when or if I do I will tell you all about it!