Memoirs

My 21 days' journey is coming to an end in less than 24 hours!!! Hooray! I've learnt a lot or rather re-learned quite some. That is not why I find myself exhausted though. Mama, I will not whine about what you never told me regarding adulthood. See, it has been more than a fortnight of me not writing anything. It's not that I've been in limbo, no. I have lived through many moments I would have loved to share with you here but I couldn't. I couldn't breathe Mama, i've been choking on the very air that has been keeping me going. #Sigh There are all these expectations around me that make me want to escape to a not known place. Don't get me wrong, am not complaining about motherhood. That is just about the only fulfilling responsibility in my stance right now. But, I've made the acquaintance of people. Some good. Really good people who have put me as priority in my time of need. Others came to my space to use me a sample for whatever relational experimen...

Little boy of three,  with cares so free, aiming for a life up in the tree, Because I was born to be free. Young Man of Fifteen, Not as active as other teens, See, my voice is locked up in a tin, I am a child with a Special Need, Autism is not a disease, I live inside my mind with ease, But y'all look at me with unease, I was not bewitched, I am a Special Person. Accept me as I am, I have accepted myself. (c) Okunga July2014 .................................. We continue our Journey  to DXB (the free Arab destination). Our boarding call finally came through and  by then I had been feasted on by all manner of mosquitoes, cold and hunger so I was so ready to move. Tried buying a chocolate bar, but I couldn't. The Uganda Shillings I had on me were not enough to be changed to Kenyan currency and oh no, I didn't wanna touch the USD I had on me. There was a long shopping list attached to that currency. In the wake of terrorist attacks, I was wary of four guys all dressed in Mos...

Time Check? Way past official working hours. The office room is deserted, everyone has gone home save for me. One would think I don't have a home to go. When In fact I do have more than enough reason to leave this place and rush home. See, (if you do not know) I have many children who have very many stories but seem to limit their vocabulary to just "Mummy?" when I am in the same building with them. Someone calls out "Mummy?" and calls again and again. No matter how sweetly, rudely or whatever-ly you respond, they just keep calling. Don't get me wrong, I love being called Mummy, even when am in the bath and have soap all over my body and someone is screaming for Mummy at the bathroom door. Or when I just took my place at the toilet seat............ (you get the picture, right?) So, I am in the office- Alone. Save for a couple of young men blasting away through my phone headset. There is this Song that I used to love and I think I still do love. Been playing...