Valentines day is now a thing of the past until next year when we paint these streets again with our candid and over the top expressions of love..
Yesterday I allowed Law school to get in the way of my dreams of being a full participant in #UgBlogWeek but move over, dream snatcher I am back!
Perhaps a more descent excuse is I was trying to get through a book because am way late on my 12 months, 12books plan for the year & maybe getting around to finally doing my first ever book review.
Wait where were we? No where, I am still figuring out where to go from here.
Despite my attempts to stick to the theme Love and Elections, am afraid my creativity on the subject ran out as soon as I pressed publish on my first post of the week
So allow me indulge in a good old rant which I can hopefully link to the theme in the last line or so.
This morning because my lecturer is mean so she teaches on Janan Luwum day, and comes an hour later than 8am with no apology yet I left my comfy bed, I stumbled on a blog that comes highly by me http://hermusingss.tumblr.com/post/139358954848/losing-yourself and she inspired a few things. How? Let’s just say this rant is a product of her awesome take on life.
My destiny was pretty much cut out for me for as far back as I can remember. I knew I was going to law school before I knew what that meant. Also it hasn’t been smooth sailing and not because my brain lacks compatibility with school related things but because life wouldn’t be as awesome without throwing a punch or two.
Point is, until recently I didn’t see myself beyond that world, but during one of my lectures last week, the lecturer asked who of us in class was a writer and I don’t know if I was high on inspiration from a book My Subtly Royal Writer Chic sent me, or something but for the first time since never, I put up my hand and made a public declaration that I am a writer, Yeeeyi me!! ( Of course he thought I write legal opinions but oh well)
Whoever said you are one thing, surely needs to be sued for misrepresentation. In school I like to preach the gospel of “your not grades” ( I have very good grades by the way just a disclaimer), but I don’t like how we get caught up in the box of school and a piece of paper that is somehow supposed to be an adequate measure of our full potential, to further lead us in another black hole that is an 8-5 job we resent but keep because it keeps us socially relevant and the non black sheep in the family.
Life is so much more, purpose is boundless. It’s the ability to not be stuck in a box. It’s thrill of being excited by words, or music or photography or all of them and still being great at your job.
I did say it was a rant, didn’t I?
Refuse to be the label, the stereotype, the statistic otherwise you will always wonder if you left a dent on the universe and that guy who created you expects you do a lot more than wallow in a sea of mediocrity.
And while we are still on the subject of refusing and it’s all about Love and Elections , flee from the social media anxiety bandwagon that has almost Ugandan and apparently international media outlets like Aljazeera, believing we are doomed because we are exercising our constitutional right to vote.