Disturbed.

The world refuses to rotate around me as the center of being. That is particularly frustrating.

Yesterday I was boiling mad, so mad that I feared I would boil over and explode with frustration. Just one of those things, domestic felicity.

I took one of my long walks, to let off steam.

Behind Mengo Senior is a road. Dirt track, more or less. Not very well traveled.

It was cool. Huge trees, remnants of old forest giants. Not yet torn down by the need for land to build on. I could see the city in the valley, washed by the afternoon sun.

Kampala is beautiful. That is something that amazes me, whenever I take the time to look. She is beautiful. Harsh, rough, edgy, but beautiful. The wash of colours, the equable climate. I was walking under the trees, cool, but had a view over the city in the valley.

City on hills? No, Kampala city is in the valleys of those hills. Not on the hills.

My mind cooled. The frustration and anger could not hold in that beauty. Well, I confess I am a human being. No need to play perfect.

The evening was good. In a bar till midnight, and no apologies about that!

Well, only that I kind of found it hard to wake up this morning, but day off, not working, and, who minds being in bed when a lover is in it? But he had to go work.

So, I had to look for a way of venting my spleen.

Nsaba-Buturo is too easy a target.

He is demented. We are unlucky that he is a member of government here. But he is so clearly mad to comment on it would be to comment on water’s wetness.

Ssempa? He is using surrogates these days. Well, he hasn’t gained any brains, so it is almost worthless to rant against him.

I thought I had gotten another. Nevender.

Ok, I am disturbed. I have followed a bit of his writings. And his thought pattern.

It is so easy to rant and rave about something that is wrong, something that I clearly see is wrong. But what if the other person is perfectly fine with his log in the eye?

Nevender has a huge log in his eye. It is called the bible. It filters everything that he sees. I seem to see it clearly, but then, I am gay, and not a Christian, so, how can I see anything else?

What frightens me is the fact that once upon a time I was as narrow minded.

It frightens me because I see a reflection of myself in the things he writes, his quotes of the bible, his zeal in belief. I was that narrow minded. Maybe I am still narrow minded in my focus on my sexuality.

It is a beautiful day here. Sun has been overtaken by clouds, and it might, just might rain in the afternoon.

Have a lovely day.

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