The Begining...

At first, lying there in a semi conscious state, all I seemed to have was a strange combination of dreams, memories and far off voices from the present day. Unbidden, my mind was taken over; not by the dreams of tomorrow or realities of today... but by the memories of yesterday which now came flooding back. Things I had totally forgotten, things locked away in some vault of total inaccessibility...

Like the warm embrace of sun on my last day in preparatory school and running home with a report card that said I was third in class,

Like my Burundi neighbors when I was a kid and especially Jamila, my first true love - of how I was so intimidated by her I never told her and relied solely on longing eye contact for my success until she eventually ended up with my then best friend Bob "I hope u die" Kahlo....

And the sounds from the past.... Driving in a Lite Ace van listening to songs like "Isn't it Midnight" - Fleetwood Mac, "The Weight of the Wind" - A-ha and "Purple Rain" – Prince; from a little yellow walkman that I and my siblings fought battles over....

Of so long ago and of the past month which to me was just one Letter - D

Dee.... of Dee...

I drifted, I dreamt, I remembered....