Waking up

So this is some old post I wrote back in 2010, it cried to see daylight and who am I to refuse such a request..

Never before have I had such a long and reflective weekend, I kept hoping and hoping and hoping it was Monday again. I must say I've also never been so excited about a Monday like this before.

No am not going to collect any prize money from a recently won lottery nor am I going to propose to the love of my life but it's the day when I throw out the stuff that are holding me back from moving on and becoming what my full potential is.

The past three weeks have been full of failed projects and plans..Like any one would do at first, I totally lost the gas and took up a life of solitude just me and my self having nightmares about my shattered dreams.

Over the weekend, I did watch the movie Twelve Monkeys and it was such an inspirational movie. The way Bruce Willis suffered and picked himself up when he'd finally accepted he was mad and useless to the world was more touching than the pursuit of happyness.
The whole story opened my eyes and for the first time in a week, I was able to see and realise that you can keep on going however crazy the world takes you so long as you belive in yourself.

I also saw the dump that had become my room, It looked so ghastly when I took a picture for memory and to keep the Monday spirit alive I'll not post it. The load of unfinished things to do list stuck on my wall and the phone calls and follow ups I never made.

Am so done with this procrastination and dwelling in failure, first thing for the change is my room. The rest will follow after and this week will find me out of the house trying to make my mark on the world. Am glad the pressure is off and I can finally pick up my shattered dreams again and be what am meant to be.

Am Well!

They say, the seconds before you die, your whole life flashes in front of you. well a least that's how most books and movies put it.

The past few hours on my sick bed were filled with memories of my childhood and and sometimes a dark cloud seamed to hover over me, I would then quickly open my eyes expecting to see a dark hooded figure with a rather long shiny sickle except he was not going to harvest any grain crop.

This figure was always not there and this would make me calm again. Yes you see I believe that the grim reaper really does exist and when I told my sister about my bad dreams/hallucinations she mentioned that it was just the pain mixing up my cerebrum and making me experience what most people would call near death experiences and thinking about it, I've had quite a number of them.

Am also a firm believer in self healing and allowing the body regenerate itself and fight off any infection so despite all the pleas and begging from close ones about going to the hospital for treatment, my inner self refused and only accepted to take a couple of advil's and take solitude in my room and meditate/pray.

Well I did get up on Tuesday feeling perfectly normal. Whatever was bothering me is completely gone and seams for a long time. I did not have to go see any Doctor and am glad I stood my ground. Although it feels like a month, it's only for 72 hours that I felt really sick.

If you believe in yourself and trust God then He'll always be there to see you through the hard times and I give him credit for making me well again.

Thanks for all the prayers and encouragement...and yes no worries I'll still proberbly be going for a full physical some time soon just to make sure am still in good shape.

For the moment am taking regular exercise and rest more seriously.

Bad-ass Bikers and...........

My whole night was filled with action, A notorious biker gang was chasing after me for my head; all because I'd taken a picture of them forcing their colleague to do a complicated stunt that lead to him answering divine summons. They eventually caught up with me and forced me to do the stunt which was jump over a pit of spikes and do two turns in the air with a racing bike.
I closed my eyes and went for it after the first turn in air, I failed the second and saw my self tumbling down towards the spikes......I woke up with a continuous scream from the pit.

It was all but another one of those dreams, we all have them. I did not expect to dream about bikes and their cruel masters but last evening, there was a very loud rumbling and honking enough to wake up the dead from their slumber, which is rather unusual for my normally quite neighborhood, I ran outside to see what the commotion was all about and wow! there from the beginning to the end of my street were all kind of bikes and some pimped up rides all in some kind of procession. They must have been over 50 bikes I stopped counting after 33 and quickly ran for the camera, no way was I going to allow this pass undocumented. I fear, dread and loath bikers since watching the Sons of Anarchy series on Fx, certainly their bikes are much better & classier than the Ug ones (if you stay around nsyambya-bunga-kansanga-gaba) -The bikers that usually go to Gaba and back weekly..I used to stay near Didi's and they noise they made was unbearable, I could only see a bunch of wannabees and am sure am not the only one who hated this gang and secretly plotted(wished for) their down fall.

Any who, Am not certain if the big, rugged guy with massive beards and ugly tattoos on his arms riding a huge bike that came towards the side walk and swang his arms towards me was after me or just pulling a stunt but he missed me by inches and my camera survived narrowly being shattered all over the sidewalk. I was safe in the house within seconds and watched the rest of the procession properly hidden behind my window curtain. I've heard and even watched from movies that these guys have no respect for the law or people and I was not in mood to experiment that night, if this is truth or myth. the last vehicle had a casket and I pieced up the story they must have been honoring one of their recently deceased comrades hence, disturbing the peace for the whole neighborhood. I later learnt that they always ride around when one of them perishes in a terrible accident and that they may come again some time. Guess this experience lead to my nightmare that night.

After reading carlos, I totally now think that the last thing/event on your mind before heading off to sleep will determine what you'll dream about. Agree?