Today I
thought I would try something different… a different ‘creative’ environment if
you must.
I’m in
the toilet with my laptop on a stool (oh my, pun NOT intended) as I listen to
Tinashe Makura’s ‘Love and Laughter’.
As comic as my position may seem; I’m not laughing. I have the worst case of food poisoning which sends me to the bathroom more often in an hour than I’d like to count.
As comic as my position may seem; I’m not laughing. I have the worst case of food poisoning which sends me to the bathroom more often in an hour than I’d like to count.
So, in light of the liquid condition of the
contents of my guts (Euww that’s really crude Steph!)… I’ve made myself rather
comfortable in the loo...
Pain…at
most it’s an indescribable gnawing nuisance. When my mum asks “ko chii ko nhai
Hamu?” for the life of me I want to explain. To tell her I’m paralysed with
pain. That I don’t want to move because sometimes I think the little bitch
(pain and definitely NOT my mum) waits until there a sanctimonious nano-moment
of relief and like a heartless ninja her dagger strikes again.
I forget she’s been at this life game a whole lot longer than I have (My mum this time)... I forget that though I can only signal my feelings she not only feels it with me then…she’s felt it countless times before.
But it’s not easy is it?
To know that you are not the only victim of life…to know that you have no excuse …that you can’t play the helpless damsel of distress because many have come before you felt this and even greater excruciations; overcome them and didn’t have the time to be arsed long enough to even to tell the tale. And I sit here on a toilet seat … thinking “hey it could be worse” and how comfortable it is in here.
It’s a funny little thing this big thing named life. #TSKC
I forget she’s been at this life game a whole lot longer than I have (My mum this time)... I forget that though I can only signal my feelings she not only feels it with me then…she’s felt it countless times before.
But it’s not easy is it?
To know that you are not the only victim of life…to know that you have no excuse …that you can’t play the helpless damsel of distress because many have come before you felt this and even greater excruciations; overcome them and didn’t have the time to be arsed long enough to even to tell the tale. And I sit here on a toilet seat … thinking “hey it could be worse” and how comfortable it is in here.
It’s a funny little thing this big thing named life. #TSKC
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