An artist, after many days in obscurity, lands in the limelight overnight. Tim Cook, the CEO of Apple, makes a public declaration of his sexual orientation. I sit down again to write something for my blog. Well, that’s the past week in brief. But all that you know pretty much about.
Howdy! Yes, that’s how rusty I’ve become since you last heard from me. It’s been a very quiet time. Literally quiet. Especially inside my head. It was a time which I will henceforth think of as the days of the caged eagle.
The 26 women who sent a letter to Pope Francis asking him to remove celibacy from the priestly package so that some priests can marry them touched off another thread in the priestly celibacy debate, which has drawn in all and sundry (the latter being opinionated non-catholics who know nothing about celibacy and chastity) in the recent past.
Falling. I’m falling fast through a cloud, cold droplets of water and tiny ice particles blasting my face, chilling me to the bone. Where am I? Why am I falling? I look around me. Nothing describable but a veil of grey that conceals anything beyond a few metres.
President Yoweri Museveni, when he was signing into law the controversial (at least in the West) Ugandan Anti-Homosexuality Bill, broke new ground on the homosexuality issue in Africa. The law was among the most prominent legislations to deal with the issue, granting hefty punishments for those engaging in queer activities.
You arrive at an office in ‘The’ University, with a quick errand and an impatient heart. You behold two secretaries and wonder for a fleeting moment what need one official has for two, but then you think: the better for me, at least I have two to serve me. All this while, you are only beginning to notice that they are engaged in deep conversation, with many a punctuating laugh and flashing of eyes.
The EU wanted to sign a deal with Ukraine (or was it the other way round?). Anyway, this was a deal which would have brought the former Soviet Socialist republic very close to the fold of the West and thus farther from its perennial self-imposed patron, Russia.
The past week has been abuzz with one thing. All Kenyans have been schmoozing all over about one thing, something which has granted us an opportunity to showcase, yet again, that almost exclusively Kenyan peculiarity; putting aside all our differences as though the differences never really existed.