Pause

I hadn’t taken a break off work since May…..that might actually seem like a short while a go, but thing is when I took the May break, I needed to concentrate on some other things that were not exactly work-related. I needed to get them done. So as much as I was not at a desk or field, I was, in a way, working. That obviously meant, I did not rest.

Two weeks ago I decided I needed a real break. This became clear to me a week later when I tried to print out something at the office but could not remember my password….a code I had used pretty much since the year started. I absolutely couldn’t remember it. I remember standing over the machine for a good three minutes staring at the keypad…wondering what combination to punch in. I tried several and nothing worked. I moved from trying to remember to guessing to forging. And then I gave up and walked back to my desk. After a while I did remember it, and went back to print.

To me, this was the confirmation I needed that I had to take a break. If I couldn’t remember a code I’d used every day for the last eight months, how was I in position to make any other responsible decisions? I made my leave application and submitted it. Requesting for two weeks straight. Not to travel. Not to study. Not to event-plan. AND no, not to get married….as some people thought, smh. But to simply rest. That’s all I had on my mind when I submitted my application.

Three days into it and I can feel it. I feel different. I don’t feel tired. I hope I don’t look tired. I have picked up the book I put aside months ago…and I’m reading it again. My goal is to finish what’s left of it during this time. I have opened this jem-forsaken blog (Ok, maybe that’s a bit harsh) and I have something for it….I haven’t felt like writing anything here for a long time. No time. No energy. No morale. But here I am, back at it. Happy to be back.

Yesterday, I told someone I might be a workaholic. Mainly because as much as I am away from the office, my email is activated on my phone and I am aware of just about everything that is going on. I check the emails as frequently as I do when at work, only that this time, it’s just for my information and not necessarily action. I did this deliberately because I don’t want to go back confused…and lost.

But even with this, I am glad I wake up to do nothing. Literally. And I am not worried about something going wrong…because I am doing nothing. Doing nothing and that not being a problem. I basically wake up, to sleep. Ok, and read my book…and eat.

It feels great. Taking a break from adult-ing for a while. Even if a short while. It does feel great.

Maya Angelou said,

Each person deserves a day away in which no problems are confronted, no solutions searched for. Each of us needs to withdraw from the cares which will not withdraw from us.

I’m glad I have been able to give myself more than a day. 🙂

 

He said..

I told him I felt safe but didn’t know what that was about. This must have been what it meant.

I said: My tiny world…

He said: The only thing about you is your frame…

I tried to stress a point…

He said: Don’t crease your forehead…

I said: I got stranded…..

He said: Never get stranded, I’m here now…

On another day, I laughed…

He said: Never change; not even for me. Never stop laughing.

I told him I felt safe but didn’t know what that meant. This must have been what it was about.

How did you meet your Boda guy?

How did you meet your boda guy? Almost everyone has a boda guy. Not a random one who you find at the stage and ask him to take you to place B, but one you can call and he picks you from wherever or have him run an errand or something like that.

Yes, that guy, how did you meet him?

Today I met mine. I have lots of boda guys, and before today, that definition fitted any of them who took me any given day. For the moment of the journey, he’d be my boda guy. But this afternoon I met theeeee one. The real deal.

After lunch, I needed to get to school real quick and pick up my graduation documents and apparel for next week. Yup!!! I’m graduating. And my marks are faaar from shabby! So good actually, I’ve already shared this with some people. That kind of good news that is too good, it overwhelms you, you tell just a few people. Lol. But for that, I thank the Lord.

Back to boda story.

I went to this stage, called one of the guys and told him where I wanted to go. I also mentioned to him that I might or might not have escaped from my desk so I asked him to use a specific route, avoiding another. He understood and signaled me to sit, as if, say no more, I gat you. Along the way he asked if I wanted him to wait for me so he brings me back….I told him what I was going to do might take a bit of time but we’d see about it.

When we reached school, I decided I didn’t want to make him wait. I paid him the to-fare and told him if I wasn’t back in 2 minutes, it was okay for him to leave me. I took foreeeever. Okay about 25minutes. And I figured since I had already paid him, no need to rush through anything, I took my time. When I was done, I walked out the school gate and to my shock, he was there! I literally said waaaaiiirrraaaminute! Si gwe wandeese? Those were my exact words by the way.

He laughed and responded affirmative. I told him he wasn’t serious and asked him why he waited that long. His response, ‘you said you run away from your desk, I have to take you back.’ he said that in luganda

My eyes were still wide open. Several good things have happened to me this week, I did not expect something of this sort, though.

So I sat and said my thank yous and told him we could go. I later told him I was going to take his number because I think I’ll be needing him again. And when we reached, I asked how much he wanted and he said whatever I was willing to pay him…..and he was serious. Who was this guy???? So anyway, I gave him 1k more than I’d even planned to, and then took his number and name.

So that is how I met my boda guy…how did you meet yours?

What have you done?

I am a girl woman so every month I get a visitor. One that only God and Biology can explain. A necessary visitor, a reminder that my body is working fine and ideally I should be glad about it. Thankful even.

Every month even when the visitor calls, with all the effects that come with it, I have to respond, then wake up and show up where I’m supposed to be and I’m expected to operate normally like my body isn’t experiencing world war III. Lucky for me, I can take the necessary precautions, the most important being having a constant supply of sanitary wear.

During a certain Presidential campaign, one of the candidates at the time promised free sanitary wear for village school girls, so that they don’t miss school on those days. Candidate won. But later his Education Minister declared that the country did not have money to fulfill the campaign promise. Cue Dr. Stella Nyanzi.

A few weeks ago while walking along the toiletries aisle in the supermarket I stopped and considered getting some sanitary wear very well knowing I did not need them at the time; nonetheless, I wanted to be sure I had ‘stock’. Just in case. I then wondered how terrified these school girls in the village must be. Getting embarrassed before the boys at school and they can’t even do anything about it and in the end opt to stay away from school for a couple of days…or a week. Justifiably so. For a three months school term, that would mean, three weeks off school. A lot can be missed in three weeks.

Dr. Stella Nyanzi (Ph.D.) waged a verbal war on the system and somehow managed to collect funds and supplied a great deal of free sanitary wear to girls who’d otherwise not be able to afford it. I’m not as bold as the Doctor; but nze nga nze, me as me, feel I should be able to contribute to this good cause in a way.

I thought about the frequent village trips I do in a year and on top of all the other things bought to be taken to the village, I’ll start adding a couple of packets of sanitary wear. For the young girls in the village, or the neighborhood or even strangers. I know they will need them; and hopefully keep them in school a week longer. 🙂

What have you done?