The excitement of the last week is gone down.
Feels funny, without what seemed to be a regular infusion of adrenaline. But it wore me out, the worry, and the uncertainty, and the need to be alert.
But it is gone, and we are fine. At least we hope we are fine.
We have been declared an embarrassment to the country. A security risk.
Just one of those rumours which are persistent. So unbelievably embarrassing that it makes me laugh!
Meanwhile, I can concentrate on my domestics. Seems as if I have spent too much time occupied elsewhere. Need to work on work, and the money in the bank, and etc. Nice mundane jobs, day to day occupations. A little suprising that the world is still turning, at the usual pace.
Poems. Yes, to read some more poetry. Write a bit. Immerse myself in it again. It’s a pleasure that I have missed.
Police harassment has to have a ‘legal’ basis.[ So, whereas the opposition politicians, for holding an ‘illegal’ rally, after the Constitutional court strikes down that law as unconstitutional can be arrested for ‘threatening violence’ the state has the whole penal code to choose from], the guy, one of the three who was arrested Saturday on charge of forging the Conference card, the charge disappeared into thin air. So, still hanging over our heads are those of ‘criminal trespass’, and a one year prison term. Prison in
How can we use the apparent opportunity? Depends on what change of mind the government has had. And incredibly, Ssempa has not demonstrated again. Nor have we heard from Nsaba Buturo. Though last night on WBS there was this program about the schism in the Anglican Communion. The laity doesn’t seem all that excited. But the clergy is, certainly.