Satsang

Friday, Kampala. So what I see is that it’s wonderful to have satsang, and it’s a very delicate process to keep a human relationship living, as most of you, I am sure, have found out by now. You can have moments of it with people, but to keep it living, to keep the spirit of…

Day 313 – Of spaces and infatuations

Sunday, Fort Portal. There is so much space. The hills repeat themselves one after the other, each of them different, yet with the same role of creating the illusion of infinity, something neverending. They melt with the sky, unmoved and unmovable. Stripes of clouds paint it white, purple, red. The stillness of the ground beneath…

Day 247 – The Soroti Rock

Friday, Soroti.  We basically have a day off today, as we finished data collection and everyone is going back to either Mbale or Kampala. Enock and I are staying behind however, Racheal’s wedding is tomorrow in Kumi, so it would not make sense to move. We all have breakfast at the usual local restaurant in…

Day 238 – Black shapes against white background

Tuesday, Kampala.  Black shapes against white background. I’m the background. Will I ever be able to look at the moon again? I am going to burn. Peaks and pits. Like Moses had power over sea So you’ve got power over me. Don’t. My expectations are playing tricks on me. They are holding me prisoner. How…

Day 228 – Loops

Friday, Kampala. I’m sitting on the balcony with Ire after my run (which is actually more of a walk) in Muyenga. Eric is supposed to come over, but as always, no idea at what time. 8PM could actually mean 11. Whatever, I am not gonna stress about it. I just enjoy the view over the…

Day 223 – I know

Sunday, Kampala. I wake up at 11:30 something. I wear a pair of ripped pants and a green top. White teeth shining, black eyes full of sparkles. I pour myself some coffee as I say good morning to Irene and Anna in the kitchen.  “I’m on a challenge to stay in this room as long as…

Day 213 – Drifts

Thursday, Kampala. I would swim forever in your light If I, I could stay, the apple of your eye, I would pray, No surprise when it’s you and I I could spend a decade based on lies If I, I could stay forever in you lies, I don’t know why we’ve changed And I, I’m…

Day 202 – Flashes from another world

Sunday, Mbale. I went to a Born Again Christians service today. In the hall of Mbale resort, Irene and I walk in and a band is playing something that sounds like a pop song till you realize the lyrics are all about Jesus. A pastor in his thirties with a marked American accent makes a…

Day 200 – North to East

Friday, Gulu-Kampala-Mbale. I wake up at 8AM at ZamZam and have breakfast with Enock and Akena on the terrace: black coffee and sumbusa. Akena has to drop some things at the office and pick Evelyn up, so we decide to leave at 10. In the meantime, I head to the market to see if I…

Day 194 – Skies

Saturday, Kampala. I open my eyes and it’s 12 PM. Oh well, it’s Saturday, who cares. I head to Brood to heal my hangover with coffee and work on some stuff, since we have no internet at the house, again. Of course, I end up achieving nothing but a Skype call with my sister to…

Day 185 – To Kigali

Thursday, Kampala-Kigali. I decide to stay home today, as Ire and I have a long trip to Rwanda tonight and I need to rest my crippled leg. I spend my day sitting on the carpet in the living room, drawing mandalas, and watching Eric skateboarding in the house. We watch 21 jump street, and as…

Day 181 – Flashes

If I died this instant, what would be left of me? White flashes in my eyes. Stop. Sunday, Kampala. I wake up after a restless night and my leg is hurting terribly. I have to go to the hospital and get it checked. Irene and I ponder the option of calling an Uber to get…