A quick update on life – I have been simmering in the world of Murakami – Murakami is a gem – his writings, a Chrysanthemum. The thing about Murakami as with all greats – Murakami is unpretentious – no word is used where a simple one will do – it is truly a Murakami world – an invitation to belong. With Murakami, there is two ways to him – you will love him or dread him.
In the passage of time, Valentine’s Day also happened – the day when our hearts willingly play into the mills of capital. I am not against rituals – What would life be without rituals – how would we deal with the groans and pains of existence. Rituals – those days that seem silly to the pretentious thinkers – those are the things that remind us – that even in a personal Gaza – the human spirit is the last thing to die. But the mills of capital – these mills of capital are always out to swallow every ritual – our rituals soon become a simulacrum. And for those of us in ‘emerging economies’ – let us be reminded that the best of flowers, leave Uganda for Europe – the rejects make it to our markets – to our lovers.
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