I've very recently been forced to face the trancient nature of life. A couple of days ago, an aquaintance was walking in town going about her business when her phone rang. She chatted with her pal and told her she was planning to do a little shopping before going home. The time was 3pm. It was the day Nakumatt burnt down. No one has heard from her since.
Yesterday some pals dropped me home after a birthday dinner only to be rammed into by a speeding Touareg less than 100 meters from my gate at an intesection. They were in a strong car but it spun and landed on its side stopped from rolling continously on by an unlikely obstruction. The rack will probably be written off. They got away with a few scratches thanks to their belts though the one who hadn't belted up required medical attenton. Questions abound. What if ... what if ...?
This life is not your own.
Saturday, January 31, 2009
Friday, January 30, 2009
30
That year has come and gone again. I make the bold move of declaring age and present a poem:
I sit on the edge of the great three – oh
And ask myself how much further to go
‘This can’t be mid-life’ I wonder aloud
‘Got so much more to do to make myself proud’
Can’t say I regret the time that’s gone by
Not sure I’d change much even if allowed to try
For living is in the day as each it passes
And there are many a tomorrow for one and more chances
And yet I feel so young, like it had just begun
A little smiling kid, face turned to the sun
So I guess what’s important is the age you are inside
‘Least that’s what I’ll tell myself as I watch the years glide
I sit on the edge of the great three – oh
And ask myself how much further to go
‘This can’t be mid-life’ I wonder aloud
‘Got so much more to do to make myself proud’
Can’t say I regret the time that’s gone by
Not sure I’d change much even if allowed to try
For living is in the day as each it passes
And there are many a tomorrow for one and more chances
And yet I feel so young, like it had just begun
A little smiling kid, face turned to the sun
So I guess what’s important is the age you are inside
‘Least that’s what I’ll tell myself as I watch the years glide
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Phew ...
Now that looks better don't it! I was finding the page a twinge dark. I really like the way the new blogger has simplified things for we the not-so-tech-savvy. Thanks B. Granted I'm light years behind many of you, but at least I can do something here & there.
If you lke the pic up there, do visit the landscapes link to the side. There are really great pics there.
Cherio.
If you lke the pic up there, do visit the landscapes link to the side. There are really great pics there.
Cherio.
Thursday, January 22, 2009
New Year New Cheer
I've only just realised that I haven't blogged this whole year! No good.
And what a year it's been so far, what with America's bold Obama move. I must say that the results of the american elections have shown, where nothing else probably could, that the american electorate have come of age. America is indeed a country to emulate, a country that has, in a relatively short span, turned almost colour blind. That's something for us in Africa to think about as we go about voting in tribal 'chiefs'.
Congratulations Mr. Obama and may you stand true to the ideals that lead you to the oval office.
And what a year it's been so far, what with America's bold Obama move. I must say that the results of the american elections have shown, where nothing else probably could, that the american electorate have come of age. America is indeed a country to emulate, a country that has, in a relatively short span, turned almost colour blind. That's something for us in Africa to think about as we go about voting in tribal 'chiefs'.
Congratulations Mr. Obama and may you stand true to the ideals that lead you to the oval office.
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