feels.

I feel so much these days.

So many things.

Certainty. Doubt. Like. Melancholy.

Each.

A few seconds.

Clock is ticking.

Late.

Excitement. 

Confusion.

Of grey clouds in the sky.

Lurking.

Sick To my stomach. Purple or green. Both actually.

Always rainbow though,

Throughout.

Sometimes calm.

Courageous. Here and there.

Politics. Pathetic too. Thanks to bad hair days and badder fashion ones. Thandile ­Babalwa Sunduza. Out - of the (banana’s) yellow.

But,
never love.
Well, not the kind that makes the hair on the back of your neck stand, anyway.

However,

there’s peace in my heart.

And patience. For days.

Enduring. What pain ?

Expectant.

Every now and then.

Free. God bless Uganda.

Thankful. Because, I am alive.

Breathing.

Still.

Blinking.

Feeling. Constantly feeling.

present.

the air 

still filling your lungs

the trees

standing tall 

as they bow before you.

when all of everything 

in its glory and its splendour

are here for you,

how can you not ?

-  the extant being.

we.

we are not alone.

us.

blackness.

some may try to cut us down, 

but this beauty prevails.

this beauty is immortal. 

- the beauty of blackness.

.

you, before anything else.

you,
are your first priority.

you.
before anything else.

nepal.

was this not
the same ground they called home,
that opened up and swallowed them whole ?

lost and found.

i feel you.

i.

feel.

you.

- my lost and found.