A beautiful day out. Really beautiful.
Maybe it is the fact that I am in a great mood. Beauty is a perception, and sometimes when it is this beautiful, and my mind’s clouds are threatening, I barely notice it.
Sun is out. Past midday, but not so bright. Not very hot. A breeze from the lake, some clouds in the sky, and the fitful stirring of the trees.
I am alive.
Yes, something to celebrate. Being alive in this super mad world of ours.
Woke up early, and felt the pull of the morning. It was so beautiful, the morning, I regretted why I had not come out much earlier.
Got my book on poetry, and wanted to read. Couldn’t read much. Wanted to look at the morning. Wonder why it was so pulling.
Nothing new in it. As usual, but the freshness of the air, the heavy hanging cloud which seemed to be holding in the heat. It gave a false promise of a day of rain. False, because deep in my bones, I felt that the sun would be out.
I live in a valley. Felt pulled, got out of the house, took a walk to the main road nearby. Too early for traffic. A few kids and workers off to work and school.
Calm, cool, quiet. I was at peace.
Felt so calm, I wanted to sit down by the road side and read my poetry, taking in the cool of the morning. Desisted. I am a weirdo, I know, but there are things which would brand me possessed.
Valentine’s day? It was beautiful.
The day was the day. The night, well, we went out. Sat outside Speke hotel. Dinner, but what was most striking was the beauty of the place. Under the trees, the night warm, the sky clear, cloudless, stars out, dimmed by the electric lights.
I sat with my lover at the table and drank in that beauty. I was really happy.
Don’t mind that some may have noticed my hand holding his, or touching him once in the while. It was a beautiful day, it was Valentine, and I was with the man I love.
Talk of being charmed.
But few are prosecuted.
Worse. If there is such an accusation, the people take it into their hands. Out in the countryside. They kill the person. Mob justice.
(Yet the people go to some witchdoctors who are recognised. Don’t know why some are bad, and others are revered!)
Talking of matters of faith, the
We are usually the ones in the lead. So, we Africans, (me exclusive), are breaking the Anglican communion over the homosexuality issues.
Don’t know what to feel about that.
Once upon a time, I was in the
Now, I no longer believe. Don’t know how I really feel about the
Well, good luck to the Anglican Communion. It is a historical thing to happen. Last time such a thing happened was when? I know of the reformation, Martin Luther etc. So, is this a new split in the church?
Err, the land wars. Are they going to be cold or hot? They continue.
Ever heard of the words An Imperial Presidency?
Now, I have really digressed.
It is a beautiful day. Enjoy it.
Beautiful imagery. You have a way with words: you evoke feeling and provoke thought.
As always, you have given my mind something to chew on.
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