Sequins and Sapphires: Dear Life
By Kathryn Kazibwe, Uganda:
Hi, how are you? Fine, I hope. You know, with your cycle, and walk and facts, and all that. Having fun, I'm sure, what with everyone trying to figure you out, most without much success. It must be very funny, messing with us like that. Watching us post those quotes of wisdom on Facebook, “The Secret to Life”, “7 Rules on how to Live the Perfect Life”… You must be sitting there thinking “LOL, LMFAO, ROTFLMAO, look at this MOFOs sucking at this! #DeadBuriedAndFossilized!”
I just wish I'd find it just as funny. God knows I've tried, but eh! You don't make it very easy for us not to take you seriously. I'll give you an example. On Sunday, you gave up on one of the most beautiful people I've ever had the opportunity to know. You just left her. Was like 'laters', and that was it, she became just a shell, a 'body', as we call it. 'Somebody' to just 'a body', with no breath or smile or frown…no life. Something to be buried, hidden from sight. I know. It's part of your cycle; we're born, we live for a bit, then we die. That's life. Well, I resented that last Sunday. I resented having to watch her family weep and mourn the end of this masterpiece of creation. I hated watching Mom cry as she said her final good byes to her good friend, her partner in the struggle against cancer. I despised seeing the fear in her eyes, that look that clearly asked 'what about me? What is my fate?'
But that is just me. Who cares what I feel, what Mom feels anyway? It's all part of the journey. We're just pawns being moved about on this large chess board. Oops, pawn just got captured. Oh well. Moving along swiftly.
I will admit, though, it's not all sadness and tears. There's fun also. Allow me to thank you, at this juncture, for having stuck with me till now. I'm alive! A lucky recipient of life, for all these years. Don't get me wrong, I do not take it for granted that you grace me with your presence to this day. I indeed just drank to life a few hours ago. That's probably why I'm writing this letter to you, a very familiar stranger, one whom I'm not sure is interested in reading words spewed from an inebriated mind, or is even literate at all. What am I saying, of course you're literate. How else would you be able to understand and find the humor in our Facebook wisdom?So…where was I? Ah, yes, I drink to you. Thanks for sticking around for this long. I'm not too sure what happens when you take your leave, but I'm not particularly eager to find out. Everything in its time. Stick around for a little longer. I'd very much like to find out what becomes of this Marriage and Divorce Bill.
Without wasting much more of your time, I will conclude. I have a lot more alcohol to consume. It is Holy Wednesday, and I don't have much to accomplish tomorrow (Holy Thursday) so I must take full advantage of my free time. I'm sure Jesus will understand, after that incident at Cana. Again, thanks for smiling down on me. One request, though, try not to give up on many more of my friends and relatives this year. It's not fun watching them go. Otherwise, keep doing your thing, and I'm looking forward to seeing you again tomorrow.
PS: Does booze reduce on the time we get to spend together??