It’s so much fun being productive. On the days I manage to get more than 3 jobs plus some kind of story out, when I shoot my creative director’s inbox with good work like Boom! Pow! Bam!, I go home and treat myself to extra long bicycle rides and mayo-rich snacks and other fun shit.
But today has not been one of those.
I’ve spent it like this:
Woohoo! The sky is finally peeing on us!
Omg Dan Barongo can draw!
What happened to my plans of getting a tattoo? What did I want inked on my skin forever? Memento mori? Goodness! What madness.
I spent an hour trying to think up a tat that I would be able to live with:
This is what I came up with:
Dear Mildred, Love me, feed me, never leave me. A reminder to myself to love myself ALWAYS.
Tomorrow will be even better. Too pep talky.
Get Writing. Because I’d be totally comfortable with my skin shouting at me, throwing pressure at me, making me resent it, right?
Finding beauty in negative spaces which is my absolute favorite.
There’s also Ah luv yai mamalai, which I promise never to get, because I ask myself, would I be tattooing such to my body if ma was at home, cooking matooke, disorganizing my books, giggling at things and just generally being her awesome self? Answer is no.
I am obsessed with Nneka, and not only because I spent 40 minutes of Thursday night inhaling her sweat, singing along to what songs I knew.
That God Knows Why track featuring Black Thought has taken over my life, this line:
//Your footprints engraved in the pavement of demonic ways//
//“I stole the apple of wisdom and now see I am naked,
I have no shame, I have made love, I am no longer sacred”//
What things have been happening in your life? Some on your Lugambo?