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I blogged to get chicks. There! I said it.

Life is an amazing journey. No lie. This week has been one of reflection. I somehow find myself in the same exact place i was 4 years ago - Kigali, Rwanda - bored, seated in front of my computer - blogging for the first time in a long time. So much changes in 4 years. I'm using a laptop, for starters. Mobile internet. Watching dstv at the same time. I'm wearing a tie now. Shirt and trousers, not tshirt and jeans. I realise i don't remember much that's transpired in the past 4 years. I know a lot has gone down for sure, but it reminds me of this book I read in my S.4, 1999. The Lord of the Rings trilogy. I'd read it, I'd enjoy the hell out of it. But by the time i was done with the 3rd part, I couldn't remember details of the 1st book. So i'd read it again & feel like i was experiencing the story afresh. I'll never underestimate the human mind's ability to forget things.

I'm not in a relationship anymore. Things don't always work out the way we plan. But that's alright. I've found you can learn so much more in one breakup than you do in the space of a relationship. It's an emotional rollercoaster i tell you. Decisions end up being the most difficult and easiest choices you ever made. But when the dust is settled. You find you're still here. You're alive. And you actually feel good. And grown. And that people need to mind their own damn business. Everyone's a friggin expert. Truth is, if you don't know both sides to a story, you know nothing

I own a car. Girls say guys obsess too much about their cars, and while i'd like to say that's not true, i love my car. I used to leave campus back in the day to relax and think. I'd go home get in my mum's car and drive. It was such a relaxing feeling back then. Driving your own car trumps that by far. It's high maintenance. But darn it if it isn't worth every shilling. She's not much of a looker, regular toyota. Silver. Shiny some days, dusty others. But she's mine

I'm not sad anymore. I read a blog post i wrote back then. And i was so so sad. It's not that i was lonely, but i always felt I had a chunk missing. It's like in the past 4 years I found it - and now i am whole. Whole-ish.

I've lost friends. I've gained new ones. Back then, everytime someone I knew died, i'd get a shock. Like I need to rethink my life or something. But now, to be honest, I think i have lived. Whatever mental list of things i wanted to do while i was young and had the energy, I have tried to accomplish. Except sky-diving, maybe. Life has definitely been exciting. And before this starts to sound like a suicide note, i'll say I'm sure there's a lot more to come (even though i doubt)

I'm tempted to lol at points in this post. I blame the twitter, text, chat - age. Which reminds me. There was no facebook 4 years ago. Or twitter. I used to breath IRC chat. Yes, i know i've said Chat chat. But i'm sure  many people missed that. Twitter is solely responsible for my inability to type out a post longer than a paragraph. Or a story interesting enough to captivate an audience for more than 5 seconds.

There is no point to this diatribe. So i'll summarize. Something something I've changed, something something chicks,... something something i'm blogging again

My mojo is taking it's time. But i'm back for the time being