Write now am listening to music and walking down Obollo road. Its 4:30am and its so dark my torch has its hand of the chest of the darkness as in a kiss-bound embrace. I walk on.
Sometimes we do things that are totally praiseworthy, but only GOD sees. I once thought this was the root of the ‘we’re going to Heaven to be judged’ idea, but… Heaven is real. I walk on.
I am hungry. Its interesting that I should fast today. I know I won’t. Any of these church brethren who sees me eating today might think, ‘Oh He’s so carnal.’ Wish I could explain my detachment away. But its simply…what it is. I walk on.