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 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 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…

Day 166 – No full stops, only commas.

I spend my morning with Stefano and Irma at Prunes, having a coffee and chatting. Then Ste and I move to the Bistro, mostly to get some work done, but our heads seem not to be there, so Ste leaves after 30 minutes, and I call Riccardo for like an hour, mostly planning trips that…

Day 164 – There in the middle

Thursday, Kampala. Sometimes you just need a push. Something to happen to you, someone you meet, something you see to just throw you from behind for you to do that thing you’ve been meaning to do in a while. To change things. To subtract. It is so hard to subtract. Remove things. We like to…

Day 161 – The Surgery

Monday, Kampala. I wake up and I am incredibly sick, my stomach is aching terribly, like someone stabs me over and over again. Oh man. I spend the morning laying on the couch, trying to find the strength to get myself to a hospital. When I find it, I hop on a boda and head…

Day 160 – Ggaba Beach

Sunday, Kampala.  It’s Sunday and I am a mess, again. No staring at the ceiling this time though, I put on my shoes and go for a walk around Muyenga to clear my head, reorder my thoughts, cause I am all over the place. I hate drama yet somehow I seem to keep attracting it….