Free writing


Sometimes I smile and I don’t even know why I’m smiling. It like as if I have seen a dog kicking a bucket. What if the bucket dies? I don’t even know how to say what I’m saying. Even it seems as if malaria has been walking right in front of me, escorted by three mosquitoes. One is in pink, another blue and the other has no color. Is it colorless?? Me my color is drench. I love drench. I can’t even describe what it looks like. Maybe it tasted like a banana. But some bananas also! They taste like water. I wonder where they are grown. The buses which be red and purple cannot be compared to these bananas. I have remembered something I wanted to write about. A pot! When a pot goes to the river to fetch water, how does it drown? Even if it drowns, how does it get out of the water? Those are the mysteries of life my dear. My dear I’m just a book. I need to be opened like the way a carrot is chopped in pieces and re chopped and then it becomes like crystals. I love crystals, especially gems. They are beautiful. Sometimes I wish my name was crystal unfortunately it is not, I wonder what I would have for it in short. Could be Tal, Chris or Iris. But that doesn’t matter anyway, the name isn’t mine. My name is my name, even if I wanted to change it several times and my mum refused me to change it. I wanted my name to Kembabazi Gloria Patience Sharon Julia Joy Pamela. Anyhow these were names of my very good friends while I grew up and I really loved them. I wanted us to be namesakes. Even I told my mum to buy me a dress that looked exactly like that of patience. It was a white dress we often called tantantala from those dresses brides wear on their weddings. I’m just trying out the free writing exercise I had read about and I couldn’t wait to start doing it. And now am doing it. And it’s interesting. I don’t even know what my first paragraph was but I hope it will make sense when I read through it. I even have no idea what the last sentence I just wrote is about. I just keep writing and I think this is just fun. Fun like the lunch I just ate. It was cooked by me. You know that am a very good cook. Though I don’t really love cooking. Did I just say really?? Actually I don’t love cooking at all at all at all. Say that several times and know what I’m saying. It’s that bad. Sometimes I wonder why I was born a woman. Is it to cook?? Anyway the fun part if cooking is that you get to taste the food before it is actually served. So I eat my share why cooking and when the food is ready I just serve and go to my bed. Music is playing right now as I write. And I’m thinking should I stand up and dance. I even wonder what this kind of music is. Is it that one they call zouk?? But I only know that I like it. I feel like shaking my head. In fact I’m shaking it now now, like this, like that. As I type, I’m looking at what I have typed above. Mmmmh there are so many red and green lines oba they think I don’t know English. I know it. It’s just because I don’t wanna edit as I write. Plus this capslock! Where have the capital letters come from? I didn’t even press it, that’s what is called minding other peoples businesses. You should mind your own, u know. I have just remembered this comedian who talked about a platiccino lol. I laughed hard about that. How creative is that? For him he didn’t want a cappuccino. There is this friend of mine Whatsapping with me, Leah. Wabula we have lugambo! We talk about anything. That’s what has made us stay good friends even after campus. The lugambo always keeps us close. How cool is that? I even wonder where my campus friends went. Life is different after campus. It’s like as if they all stopped caring. I bet they feel the same way about me too. So it’s mutual. It’s life. I’m now thinking about my birthday on 24th april. I have plot for pizza with Marie, Kash and Leah and some other Toon that is supposed to fluke. But believe me this plot myt not even happen. I dnt trust marie. She’s a plot breaker. Eh am doing lugambo here lemme stop before maries says everything is over between us. I cant accept to lose a toon. They are my good toons. Leme stop my writing here. This is about a page. I hope I enjoy this as I read through.

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