BLOSSOM GRAM

  Dear Stranger,  Oh let it rain It won’t rain on my parade Oh let it rain It won’t rain on my parade Life! What is life? Is it the different realities we all have and since they seem not to change, we call them life? Well, to hell with that perspective of life. I am feeling inspired (mostly just flustered) but hey I am listening to Jacob Bank’s new song   - Parade – and I think I should buy a pink suit and dance on these streets where nobody seems to care.  Now, who decided that bad realities are what make life? Every time some tragic thing happens, some dude will come and say, “ni life bro”. What… really, are you serious? And sadly I/we tend to believe so and we continue preaching the good/bad news that “ni life sis – usijali”. What is reality anyway? Do we call it a reality just because a few people were unlucky and we decided to approach life that way?  Why should we let ourselves be enslaved by things that brought us pain? Is being enslaved by pain wha...

Demons! What comes to mind when you hear that word? Demons, I think most of us have them but we don’t like talking about them. We think that just by ignoring them they’ll just leave. I am here to remind you, Bro – Sis, they don’t. I think they just get comfortable in our subconscious and when the time is right, they come knocking.   I have been reading Bikozulu’s pieces – fathers and mothers – and I realized that most of our decisions are influenced by our childhood. Correct me if am wrong but those of us with the common cliché story of growing up poor tend to make decisions that ensure we will have a comfortable life (unajua the soft life), and I think it’s such decisions that make some of us thugs and yes some make it but still ratio ni 15:1…  Well, I wouldn’t like to lose context and start talking about decisions… but demons. What did I go through as a kid and I have never healed from it? What kind of baggage do I carry around with a smile? What traumas keep me up at n...