I AM

No matter how deep, wide, high or low I go, I arrive at the same place, NOTHING. I am simply a stack of memories, piled up over time. Memory stick of blood and bones not wires and chips. I am a Frankenstein; stories, accents, locations, ideologies, lies woven together. No I am not Juliani, a made up character to survive and find a place in my community. No I am not Julius Owino, a name I was given to identify me from the crowd. No I am not the best that ever did (okay! Tulia G, hapo umeenda sana!!, you have to stop!!, unachizi!! yes you are, wewe ni ule mse!!) No I am not a Christian, a badge to announce my questionable moral incline. I am not who you think i am, your projection of me, simply a typical identification mechanism,You are a chair so I must be a table. I AM NOTHING! Which give me so much freedom. I blank canvas to draw the best piece of art i allow myself to imagine and believe as true. Even though the instrument for my becoming are still remnants of other lives, others time, others imagination, other strides, others shortcomings. I am happy to be nothing. A milk from an udder.A milk in branded package.A milk mixed with water and majani, now I am chai.A piss in the drainage.A water that’ll follow the stream.A body of water that’ll overporate to come back as rain. I AM.