L.J's red jumper chronicles.

It is Saturday evening and I have a feeling that I recognize all too well. It comes suddenly even after I have had a lovely time earlier in the day, I call him Mr. Mood. I am writing this article while seated beside Mr.Mood so as to easily describe him because once he is gone, all I am left with is a sigh of relief to not think of him. Writing this post with Mr. Mood is not easy, he keeps pulling me and I keep trying to push myself away from him, and when we reach a stalemate, we tango till one gets tired.  Mr.Mood sometimes likes to make me feel sick giving me a headache, forces me to crawl in my bed and not to leave unless answering nature calls, to lose my appetite, or to be nonchalant when forced to interact with people. And when our fight for control begins, he holds power over me when he causes me to be stuck in a never ending negative thought process pattern: ‘I HATE MYSELF! PEOPLE DON’T LIKE ME! I CAN’T DO THIS! GIVING UP SEEMS EASY!’ But then I take the power back when I manag

  I need milk My cow is no longer producing any milk Minister Agriculture says, ‘I have a solution!’ ‘I am going to Zim, I will feed the cows there to start producing milk then we export.’ I need food This cost of living is making it hard to feed my family Minister Health says, ‘I have a solution!’ ‘If we reduce the number of deliveries, we can then have fewer mouths to feed.’ I need fuel for my car It is now too expensive to drive to work Minister Energy says, ‘I have a solution!’ ‘From now on we will use our own currency to buy fuel from Russia!’ I need sleep Am too stressed with how hard life is to have enough sleep to function at work The Vice President says, ‘I have a solution!’ ‘You just need to wake up like I do and go to work, see it is easy!’ I need a job I keep applying but am not being selected, is my name an issue now? The President says, ‘I have a solution!’ ‘Maybe if you change your surname and be my tribesman it would work!’

  ‘See those fallen shadows there Are the shadows false of life?’ ~except from poem by anonymous    When l wake up in the morning l love to hear the song of the birds, crickets and our loud chickens in the storehouse echoing to let them out before the crickets disappear from the grass. But within all that noise, a voice also echoes - a person singing, it is Meja. He has a different tune each morning and today he was singing alongside his radio a luo song.  Mornings weren’t complete until you hear a collection of these sounds…the birds in the sky, crickets, chicken then Meja. Oh and incase you overslept in the house of Wuod, my father, then you would hear also mum’s voice pulling you out from your sweet slumber. Their house their rules, in the house of Wuod everyone including our cat was to be awake by  8am . l personally hated mornings, and so any opportunities to be sent out to get something from the shop l would always jump at it, if not l would be stuck with morning ho