But you know what, I want it.

There is this spring inside of me. In my heart specifically. At the bottom or base. It feels really light. And its emitting happiness. And you know what’s amazing about this whole thing? That if there is one thing I wanted for 2019, besides the many that I did, was a deep seated kind of

Learning.

I had convinced myself that my life will get way better after my exams. I had put on hold doing anything I enjoy doing till I finish my exams. Till I’m done with those small devils. In simple terms, my happiness would be on hold, till I finished my exams. Then I would be happy.

With herself.

I would go to Uganda. They say a fifth of Uganda is covered in water. I would look for some of the unpopular water. A river or a lake. With a nice old balcony overlooking the water. Better yet if its surrounded by the water as some places are there. A place with no human

Chance Encounter

A guest post by a friend, Sharon. I have had the weirdest of weeks; a cocktail of grief, wonder, respite, fear, weight, lightness. This week has been healing in bits and hiding in spades. I do that a lot, heal and hide all at once. Today I woke up locked out of my own existence;

Away.

I wanted to tell her or you about this intense want of going to that place. I have that picture so perfect in my head. Its cold. The kind that leaves a mist on top of the lake. I’m seated on a boat. Wearing a white t-shirt printed a colourful Africa in the middle. I

Again?

I got into an accident yesterday. And its only occurring to me today to honour that. To actually acknowledge that I went through something yesterday. To not brush it off as I was doing. To not endeavor to act as if it didn’t happen. But I was afraid. Of going through the motions again. I

Silence.

Trust these moments. Surrender. Go with the flow. Those words sound so doable until its everything but. I’m going through one of those really uncomfortable moments of change. When the door behind me has been closed but none in front of me has been opened. I so badly want to hold on to something. To

Manifest.

I was doing my assignment in the morning when I encountered an organization an Arab guy I met in Rwanda told me about. I was jobless by then. Like I was literally doing nothing. Well except living which was a feat in itself those days.This guy was from Dubai. I don’t know how people from

La genese

I really wanted to talk about this film that I’ve just watched. Man! I’m beginning to reconsider South Africa. I’ve always thought that with my kind of crazy, I should have been born in South Africa. But these few films from Mali are making me feel like my heart and their ways were just made

Evaporation

This place. It has no resting place. No shade. Its like an old silent train moving past the landscape. Slowly. Quickly. Villages pass by. Trees rush by. People in their farms working. Others seated thinking. I saw an old man somewhere. He looked frail. But not too frail for an old man. Wearing loose fitting