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Behold thee!!!

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You have picked me out.
Through a distant shot of a building burning
you have noticed now
that a white cotton shirt is twirling, turning.
In fact I am waving, waving.
Small in the clouds, but waving, waving.
Does anyone see a
soul worth saving? – Extract from ‘out of the blue’ by Simon Armitage

You probably read that little poem up there totally wrong,here is why…
Over the years,way back from primary school,I hated poetry,all those incoherent sentences in twisted meanings and complicated terms just didn’t get me.That explains why I always failed in poem-writing class,I just didn’t see why someone had to make a simple sentence sooo twisted. However,many many years later,to be precise 3 years ago,I met @bluepetal who turned out to become a really good friend of mine,she introduced me to poetry when she took me to one of the great annual poetry sessions around kampala town and ooh my God that stuff was superb,the way the poets expressed the words made me deeply infatuated with poetry and I never missed a session thereafter.
One thing caught the attention of my bad side though,I noticed that everyone who came onto the stage had a plastic accent,and by plastic I mean artificial,and by artificial I mean foreign,and by foregin I mean forged and fake. Somehow,everyone seemed to have jumped out of a HarryPotter or Game of thrones movie cast.It felt like I was watching Rupert Grint (Ron Weasley) recite a poem with his strong native british accent. Now let’s be clear,none of the people I saw on that stage looked british and what are the odds that they all spent their early childhoods in a british pre-school on the streets of London?? Very minimal indeed..
So my question is,do we have to have british accents to be good poets in kampala? Is that why I can never be a good poet? Cause my accent is native ugandan,deep from the abyss of Masaka. And where do we go to subscribe for this british accent class??
Well now that you know what you have to do,re-read that Simon Armitage Extract. It makes a lot more sense in an accent… Amazing!!!!!!!!!… Hope to catch you at the next poetry session gavnarrr

Mozart AFK

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The Dark ‘gnite

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That title won’t make sense till atleast a paragraph later so here goes…
My nickname or let’s say most of my closer friends refer to me as ‘mozart’ the legendary composer and musician,a child prodigy. You can find lots of his music as movie scores or behind a lot of radio jingles but here is the story; I got this nickname back in highschool when I used to play quite a lot of piano and also was able to read staff notation (those golf-like signs drawn on classical music sheets). So one musical night,a good samaritan baptised me with such a great’s name and all through till university,am a ‘mozart’. Now I need to clarify that I am NO WHERE close to being like Amadues Wolfgang but I like it,and that explains why at the end of each of my blogs,I add the signature *mozart AFK* which means “mozart Away From Keyboard” and I guess I wouldn’t mind being called so till the days of my grave.
But,there is one aspect in which I think I am as close to The Mozart as possible. When you watch his biography movie, ‘Amadeus’,he is depicted as a nocturnal composer. Most of his compositions were made in the dead of the night when all was quiet and mellow and of late I have come to realise that I am getting nocturnal too. Late night I find myself sitting up thinkin up random melodies and more recently writing blogs under the black skies.Yes most of my blog entries and added at 2am,3am. At such odd hours,I find myself hyper-active and I feel my mind fully ignited.I feel like > The Dark ‘gnite < *if you get what am saying*
However,last night I found myself very unusually tired and cranky so I just bundled myself onto my bed with a mental note to get up at 3am and post my entry but that turned out a failed venture and for the whole day today I had failed to put my mind together into a blog till now (Time stamp: 18:30hours),sitted at my favourite bar ordering a cold beer and the usual pound of pork flesh,hope to catch you later in the night… Auf Wiedersehen

Mozart AFK

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Adrenaline pumps

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I find,we all find the brain an amazing phenomenon of the human body,and yes I use the word ‘phenomenon’ purposely,the way the brain thinks about its own troubles,solves those troubles and gets itself out of trouble.Think of it as that time when you see something scary like a makeupless ghost of your ex-girlfriend and suddenly get that out-of-the-blue gush of energy to sprint off way past Justin Gatlin (We all know his latest IAAF achievement right?? Congs Gatlin),that rush of adrenaline that makes your brain master all the energy to get you into flight mode.It is just the brain playing tricks on you.
I love to play my own tricks too, sometimes on my own self,say I have a class test or a life threatening deadline coming up,I brush off all early attempts to get the work done and wait for the eve of the deadline to get into a sweaty frenzy to have it all done in the shortest time possible. 9 out of 10 times I end up regretting half way the job but then I realise how high and almost perfectly numbered my IQ gets and how fast my RAM can go and I love it. So this time round,I decided to play it on my friends.
For about two weeks now,we’ve had this pending class group project needing a written proposal by the end of next week but somehow,out of a group of eight chillax-loving college students,all we have is a mental list of how many movies and series and beers we’ve watered down every single day so I decided someone’s got to fix this asap. I made up a fake appointment with some influential project funder and told these good-fellaz am scheduled for 8am in the morning for a take-it-or-leave-it meeting in which Mr. “money bags” will need to see how much work we have so far.
Now I felt a little guilty and sad cause I too had to get into this last-minute frenzy but you should have seen the sleep wash out of their eyes like white wash,it was a hilariously sorry sight!
So as I sit here writing this blog on my hand-held with one hand while simultaneously typing out the project proposal on the laptop with the other hand,I know my IQ can’t get better than this and I know I will have a lot of angry faces to calm down in the morning when I finally tell them their 3am bed times were all on a prank to get their adrenaline pumps into use…But hey,it was all for the better good,a man’s gatta do what a man’s gatta do!!!
*time check: 2.25am*

Mozart AFK

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10,000 Hours

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Adolescence is such a trying time.Besides going through all these hormonal bodily changes,you have to struggle with acceptance and getting onto the social peer high ground.It is a messy pile of nonsense.
One of the most important things in adolescence though is the need to discover yourself,the need to find out who you are from within,nurture this inner self and make use of it when you finally officially crossover into the pains of adulthood.It is a period where you in most cases have to determine the architect design of your future. If this is passed without discovering that inner self,chances are you might get fixated,have a mid-life crisis or miserably die trying. These niches could be sport,music,people skills,money making or any newly unearthed talent strong enough to create that sense of uniqueness.
Am glad I think I found mine.Not to say that I have just discovered it (cause I believe am way passed adolescence),it now just clearly occurs to me that I successfully managed to discover myself,that I didn’t sail through high school agony wastefully.
Yes,everytime I sit infront of black and white keys,I feel myself raised and full of power,I feel like I can say everything I never said and still can’t say in words in just 12 Keys,I feel a sudden rush of blood and joy and find it hard to contain it… I Love my Piano…
I still have a long way to go and that’s what drives me,I am what Brian Carlbertsen or Arlington Jones would call ‘amateur’ cause I’m yet to touch my 10,000hours. Infact I aint even done with the 1st hour. 10,000hours stand between me and prodigy and I ought to start already. 10,000hours of intense practice and dedication,atleast that’s what we are told. It takes time to be good at what you do and it is so damn hard to make it work,most times you fail and barely fight the urge to drop it and move away,but a wise man once said; it is a blessing to have a rough start!
So as I sit down at this piano tonight on this cold june night,I have a big white smile on my face cause I know my 10,000 start with one black and one white key…

Mozart AFK

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