I am breathing small clouds of white in the dark and sleeping quietly in a dreamland of stars and wild horses running with dragonflies into gray storm clouds.
Mercedes Madrid
There are about 5,000 dragonfly species – and contrary to popular belief none of them sting.
Unfortunately the same cannot be said of the 5,000 human species living in my city. I am still smarting from my interaction with just five Kampala humanoids today. I was stung by …
- By my workmate for whom public crotch scratching is a sign of manhood.
- By the Embassy worker who thinks she’s white-by-association and with her fake Danish accent didn’t hesitate to attempt to call me and my ‘begging’ to order.
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By my neighbor’s shamba boy who I caught depositing the renal product of his night on the town outside by fence.
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By the man in a grotesque gas guzzling motoring gizmo who threw a plastic water bottle out of his air conditioned car, hitting me on my shoulder and soiling my tee shirt.
By myself with my mediocre first word press blogging attempt.
Upendo.
Is that code on that firstie? Can you believe there was a time when you didn’t have comments on your blog?