Older tomorrow

And the year passed like a stroke of lightening. It’s still hard to believe that tomorrow I will be a year older. But logically today and tomorrow make no difference. All the same I will bask in the excitement of being younger today.

But honestly, I don’t know what to feel. For the first time in my life I haven’t made such a big deal of this birthday business. My girls were calling me the whole week wondering what’s the plot in vain. I can’t explain this, coz it definitely isn’t me. No party!
Now I am really scared that this age (which is taboo for you to know) hasn’t been taken in well by my system.

When dad called me in excitement, as usual to be the first one to deliver a card and foot the cake bill it suddenly occurred to me that am weird this year.
Problem is I feel ordinary and doubt that tomorrow will change anything about me.

Oh the other thing though is that am getting closer to the big 3 ooooo and that is not funny at all, fancy being referred to as being in late 2 ooooo in a couple of years. Then the menopause starts hitting in the big 4 ooooo. I dread to even imagine this whole thing

So i have decided that instead of throwing that much needed party, am gona party with the gals tonight till dawn. If you catch me around Kyadondo Rugby club I may come off a few drinks.
And then I will go buy that hot, dear pair of shoes I show along Jinja road with the cake kala the Oldman loves to give. But shhhhhhhhh don’t tell him…

Oh and its fools day but hey far from a fool.think the opposite.(When mum cried Labourrrrrr…dad must have raised his legs and said ‘oh its fools day’ only to be rushing to the hospital the next minute)