Grateful for the gift of life
On my birthday week I was intercepted (at around 7:44pm) by mzeei's pigs for breaching his curfew guidelines of 7pm probably it was about forty minutes pass his authoritarian imposed PlanScamdemic or Covid-19 scamdemic curfew protocol. In today's Uganda it's about who you know not "what u know." I was given about 10 minutes to call somebody who'll have to come and pick me up (probably will have to pay for my release) so I decided to call my cousin who's anOan CID (insin division in Kla where I was detained because I'd gone for work issues) the rest is history but all I can say is "the Uganda Police Force" institution is super CORRUPT ;)
So today I wait for midnight 😄 to come and of course was/still delaying! But I still stayed up watching "VAGABOND" (a Korean TV show/series) weary of staying up counting covid-19 cases in the whole Universe (with Uganda my principal point) death tolls here and there, tired of counting how many days of the lockdown (I don't give a f*** if we have it or not) are left of the 21, 30 or 42 days 🥱 I decided to count minutes to the day I announced my presence to this "scornful-me-first world".
As the clock hit 00:01 am I drew my self the last drip of "Some typa Honey flavoured scotch liquor" and I felt a strong chill gripping me. I knew it was not bout' Corona and/or covefefe things 😄... It was the age bell toll for me...the shades of thoughts deep inside me. Then I stopped juz to count my blessings, top on the list is ' LIFE'. Thus reality hit me; another year of life! Down on my knees then did I go to give GRATITUDE to God❤️
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