Stocktaking: Chapter 25

Dearest reader,

I know it’s been over eight months since we spoke; two hundred forty one days to be exact. Believe me, I tried to find my way back here but the waves of life kept pulling me further away.

I’m sort of back now so let’s try this again, shall we?

What I’ve been up to? Well,…

I’ve been:

Enjoying love. The one I love asked me to marry him. I didn’t see it coming. I didn’t imagine he could pull off such a grand surprise; but when I saw him that night, knee on the ground, tiny blue box in hand, joy pulsed through my body. I couldn’t contain myself. My mind went blank.

Let’s start at the beginning. Sometime in May, Sharon said she had a movie premiering in June and wanted me to be her plus one. I was excited for her but I was also honored that she’d thought of me so without thinking, I said yes.

When I told Henry about it, he wasn’t pleased. He asked if we were doing devotion just for the sake because we had had a discussion about being a team and making decisions together and yet I’d just agreed to something on my own and was now simply informing him. I apologized.

Over the weeks, he would randomly ask if I was still going to the movie premiere. He asked about the movie title, what hairdo I was thinking of; normal things.

On the day of the premiere, he accompanied me shopping and even waited while I did my hair. He tried to rush me, said he didn’t want me to be late. Sharon, Racheal and I set off minutes past eight. Racheal and I took one boda. He rode like a mad man. Luckily, we reached Acacia mall alive. In the elevator, I pushed the button when we got to the Century Cinema floor. I should have known something was off when Sharon said the movie wasn’t showing in the cinema; that they had rented space at a restaurant. At the Nawab entrance, Sharon said we had come for the movie premiere. The server smiled and ushered us in. Whatever happened after was an actual movie. A movie of laughter, joy, good food, and love; lots and lots of love.

This love journey has been beautiful and fulfilling in equal measure.

Reading, or at least trying to. My best read thus far has been Viola Davis’ Finding me. It’s a memoir. I’ve found I’m more drawn to real stories about real people than I am to fictitious tales. Which is not to say I hate fiction; I’m just more fascinated by real things.

“You need to have a really clear idea of how you’re going to make it out if you don’t want to be poor for the rest of your life. You have to decide what you want to be. Then you have to work really hard,” she whispered.

Finding me – Viola Davis

Wondering how at this my big age, I still eat the meat last; how I’ve failed to unlearn certain things like finishing the accompaniment before tea, choosing not to eat when I’m angry, trying to solve everything,…

Rediscovering my love for milk stick biscuits. I’m usually a salty-snack person but those stick biscuits have a hold on me. I’ve also been rediscovering the child in me; I giggle as I blow bubbles from the shower gel, I dance a little when I receive good news. Maybe we were never supposed to grow up. Maybe we should have stayed little care-free humans. I even tried riding a bicycle after years of not touching one.

Enjoying my natural hair. My 4c hair can be likened to a stubborn child. It is tedious having to constantly worry about it. It needs lots of grooming, but the journey is worth it. There have been more good days than bad ones so you could say I’m not complaining.

Teaching. My timetable isn’t looking how I’d want it to but it’s not the worst. Thursdays are the worst days though. I have a double lesson after lunch, then two remedial lessons in the evening. I’m tired in advance for next Thursday. But children are interesting people. There’s a new girl in my grade 8 class for example, who wrote a sentence about how sad she is that the girls only compliment her about her body shape and not her personality. I was tempted to mark the sentence right and just move on since it was correctly written in present simple tense but being the nosy person that I am, I told her not to mind them, that there was nothing wrong with girls complimenting her body and that they’d like her once they got to know her. Smiling, she said she’d wait and see, so I guess we’ll wait and see.

Taking pictures. Being busy with teaching, I sometimes forget I’m a photographer. Still, I occasionally pick up my camera and go shooting. The last time I decided to be a photographer, my brother and I went to Tororo Railway Quarters, passed by the school we attended in primary, then caught sunsets. It was surreal.

Learning how to watch football; how it works. Learning how to be a better partner, how to go to God about everything, because He cares. Learning that El Roi, the God who sees me, will always find a way to come through for me. Learning to depend on Him for all things.

Watching Money Heist after swearing I would never. We’ve also watched Anatomy of a Scandal, Look Both Ways, Blacklist, Inventing Anna, and AfterLife. Of course I don’t remember all the shows/movies we’ve watched but if you ask me, you’ll find out. 😂

Winning. Sometime in January, I tried getting into the university of Groningen. It wasn’t because their hoodies are labelled UG so as a Ugandan I would have been hitting two birds with one stone. No, that wasn’t the main reason why I applied. I wanted to see if I could get into their Psychology program. I did everything; prayed, created an account on StudieLink, sent my documents, and wrote a letter of motivation explaining why I was interested in Psychology. Then came the most exciting part; the pre-entry exam which was to be done in March. There’s a thrill that comes with being tested. At least for me.

Anyway, there were documents to be read and videos to be watched, all freely available. I’d read in between lessons, after school, during weekends, in the middle of sleepless nights, whenever I could; the point is I read. I even downloaded the Minimalist app so it could stop me each time I reached for my phone when I should have been reading. It was all fascinating: outgroup homogeneity effect, social facilitation, deindividuation, group polarization, bystander intervention effect, positive reappraisal, hardiness, etc. Social Psychology interested me more than Health Psychology but Research Methodology in Psychology gave me headache. I would literally get headache just from reading. Statistics was a whole other nightmare. I got through it though.

The test was available from Saturday to Monday. By Saturday, I didn’t feel ready so I opted for 2pm on Sunday. Henry made sure lunch was ready by noon so I could eat and go do final preps. The exam was in three parts with 15-minute breaks in-between. When I finished, I knew I hadn’t failed. But I’ve had that feeling before and the results have disagreed with it so I waited for the selection email. The BSc Psychology only had places for 600 students. I ranked 264th. They later sent an email with estimated results and my rank number meant my overall score was 92.31%. I was proud of myself. I still am proud of me. By not confirming my place, I forfeited it. I had got in, that’s all that mattered to me.

Thanking God for the breath in my lungs and the amazing love He surrounds me with; the genuine care of my man, my family and friends. I’m truly loved and I know it didn’t happen by mistake. It’s all Yahweh. Every thing I think I’ve accomplished, it’s been because of His might and power.

I turn 26 on Saturday 3rd. I just know it’s going to be a better year because He promised the glory of my latter days would (and surely will) be greater than the glory of the former ones, and He will grant me peace.

For my next act, I’ll be spending more time at my Father’s feet. I’ll be more intentional about loving the people God has gifted me. I’ll celebrate myself more. I’ll unlearn certain things and pick up better ones.

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  1. You write beautifully. Your work is so easy to read and so much relatable. I enjoy your pieces. I wish you could write more. You’re so gifted with a prolific command of language and a simple writing style. And I must add that the stock-taking series are my favorites. Could it be because you write from the heart?

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  2. Wow I enjoyed every bit n I wish u wrote more. Oh how I admire u lots. Ur a great person and Amazing and we thank God for you. Congrats ma girl and happiest birthday in advance. Beatrice loves u so much💖💖

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  3. Your lines are so addictive to read.
    Am proud of you Og and congratulations upon the successful “saying yes.”
    I loved the movie premiere indeed…

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  4. Your work is that of a talented writer. A future Nobel prize winner. Rarely do I read anything to completion but for this I did not because I wanted to gauge what my friend got for a wife but because it very captivating. VIVA Eliza.
    Newton Koskei

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