Black Sunday

The sadness in my heart is beyond anything I have ever imagined. I can not writer or think but just keep on staring at the pictures that don’t seems to leave my screen or my mind and constantly checking google for updates. As much as non of my family and friends were hurt in the explosion am sure six degrees of separation will not soften the blow i am affected and traumatized . The number started from 0 to 25 to 64 and now 74 even if it were chicken it still would be a great number. Since last night a cloud lingers over the country i call home and the city that i love. Every time i look my heart is saddened my parents are safe, so is my little brother but i don’t feel safe anymore. A fear lingers in sight, and nothing can justify what happened at Rugby club, Ethiopian village and also the sites in Bwaise and Ntinda that were mentioned by The New Vision. Tonight i feel patriotic like the Americans felt after 9/11 or the British after 07/07. Tonight i pray for those who have lost a brother, a sister, a father, a mother, a cousin , an auntie, an uncle, a friend, a lover. Tonight my heart bleeds with yours and as i lie in wake at night knowing that if i had been in Kampala last night, i would have been among the counted.