only if i could just show you instead of tell you...

I’ve been in transit for the past week, so haven’t had time to blog, or write or do much apart from eat sleep and shuffle about…even if I had the chance to steal a few minutes of my cyber time, I wouldn’t know where to start, what to mention and what to leave out…I tried, but after typing out a decent sized paragraph I would backspace it all…perhaps if I had another medium other than writing…

If I could film the past few days and add a video post onto this blog I would post one of those first person view scenes (but my torso, legs, arms and hands on this laptop would still be included in the shot, okay unless I was eating or something, but it would still remain in the shot somehow…after all, it is portable…lol) and this would remain constant, like a frame, but everything else would be moving and happening in fast forward and the backdrop ever-changing but less fluid than the foreground, more like stop motion…

It would go from my unusually empty bedroom in Uganda in the begging of the scene, semi packed luggage spewed on the floor and it’d be raining outside (it really was when I left). I would start typing something then get interrupted by background sound of the car to the airport hooting and my mum shouting about missing the fight…

Fast-forward through the journey in-between, a kaleidoscope of airport scenes from the lake fly infested Ugandan one to the dazzling lights and aerotrain (in the freaking airport) in Malaysia, not forgetting the 2 day stopover in U.A.E, the road trip and changing colour of sand between Duabi and Al Ain… till it slows down to this very moment:

Seated in the living room of my semi furnished messy apartment, stack of cardboard boxes of DIY furniture and kitchen appliances in the back, 2pm, Malaysia, raining outside. (it really did, and it felt sort of eerie because the last time it rained I was at home in Uganda, now I’m at my new home, in Malaysia…felt somehow significant…)


(Note to self: I really should get a camcorder…)




P.S. Cant believe I almost forgot to mention, I live in a place called Cyberjaya (its like a student town, with a suburbia-like feel…shall blog about it later), and the apartment estate I live in is called Cyber Heights…seriously…CYBER HEIGHTS …*Delighted LoL*…can’t get enough of saying that!






Cyber Heights…

O(^_^)o

'Words from a granary'

I got stuck in the library today during the whole lunch break thanks to the sudden tropical rains! Since i wasnt in the mood of getting wet i decided to head to the nearest sheltered area from the cafeteria and thats how i ended up there...

anyways ended up finding this hidden corner of book i've never noticed before full of novels, short stories, poems and plays all written by African writers, most being east African which was rare despite living in East Africa, because most African books are by west Africans (at least the ones i've come across), so it was really interesting!

I ended up borrowing an anthology of short stories by Ugandan female writers called "Words from a granary", and what i found most interesting is the diverse style and content of the stories. At first i thought yeah, they all going to be about animals and ancestors in a folk tale sort of fashion, which i'm not saying is bad or that theres anything wrong with it, after all thats what African literature is usually about but the fact that none of them were like that and didnt fit in that stereotypical genre was what i found most appealing and interesting!

Its a good read, i've read quite a few now and these ladies have talent!

;-)