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The 28th Day (February)


I forgot to make this entry on 28th February! Again! This is becoming chronic. And sad :-(

Anyway, I am 28 years and five months old as I type. I swear, this month, i.e. March, I will remember, and I will celebrate because I will be 28 and half years old :-)

I digress.

The month of February was eventful (but maybe that's just me choosing to glean excitement from my very boring life).

I digress, again.

A friend and I reconciled. He forgave me for a huge misdeed and for the first time in my life, I truly experienced the peace that forgiveness affords. I further learnt from this experience that forgiveness is never a guarantee of reinstatement to the former state of relationship.

In connection with the above paragraph, I forgave somebody, as in for real. I feel no bitterness when I think of them and I told them as much. There is peace that forgiving affords too :-)

I decided that I would apply for a Law and Development Degree at the University of Machester (with very high chances of me getting a scholarship), then I changed my mind. I cannot reveal yet (here) why I changed goal posts, but I assure you (my fans) :-) that my reason is sound.

I began the process of moving on and up in my career and, at any rate, in furthering my pursuit of my passion to make a difference where the East African energy sector is concerned. I will keep y’all updated on this.

I experienced a self-confidence aha moment during February which has had the effect of making me wake up overjoyed to be alive and determined not to die (I must note that I have for the longest time, probably since high school, not cared whether I lived or died believing that the world would not miss me anyway)-I know, lame, huh?....but part of 'getting better’ involves acknowledging ‘issues’ in one’s life.

I discovered and cultivated a relationship with Jazzville- a ka spot in Bugolobi to which I, now, go every Sunday to wind down my week and I am all the better for it. The food is good, the music is my kind…generally it’s my happyness zone :-)

I discovered Cassandra Wilson and spent US $ 60 on five of her albums…she is insane! For jazz lovers out there, she is the ish! I am planning to share one of the albums with my wife, Bou :-)

My little brother, Jeremiah, got his UACE results. He made us proud :-)

I made two new friends that I am already convinced will be a part of my life for a long time to come.

On that note, Happy New Month, folks! I will be back next month.

xoxo.


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