Uganda TikTok is akin to entering a schizophrenic mind. Boldy stated, Uganda is schizophrenic. Too many contradictions, too much layering, too many webs, threads and knots.
A quick update on my life – I worked through my fourth book of Haruki Murakami – the book is Norwegian Wood – of everything our age, Murakami gave us a style, a force, an expression. And on more serious things, I suspect I must be out and done with my ‘hot chocolate’ obsession.
Life is endless transitions – one moment your palette cannot do without something – another moment the palette desires nothing of that thing. Is this how marriage is? That the angel you saw on the wedding day gets reborn as a demon? Tell me people, does this explain the ’worse’ clause? Because what is worse people? The wrinkles? The cheating? Finding out that your partner is an armed robber? Or that she had a past? Or gorging out one of his eyes? Is that the worst? Tell me, can’t you still have space in this worst to grab a beer?
Part 1: Love is of many types
I must be the most clueless about love – but that should not stop me theorising about it. Perhaps my admission of cluelessness is an honesty, a realisation that love has no experts. Love is a grace, a miracle, something that hits you when you are busy pursuing other things. And who knows? For some of you reading this, your love has overstayed its visit and is on the way out. And for the single ones, your love could meet you somewhere in Kibuye or Katwe, in the places you are most afraid to step.
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