Finding Joy

I've received emails from people I've never met, who don't care what tribe I am, how I voted or if I voted. They've offered me shelter (should I need it), hugs (because I need them), prayers (because we all need them), and drinks (because... oh, you get the picture). I felt better. A bit wobbly, but I was getting there.

Then today I went to the supermarket. And a man who is "from my tribe" elbowed me, shoved me, and I slipped and almost fell. Then this other dude that I'd never seen before - who is from "that other tribe" - grabbed my elbow. Steadied me. Picked up my groceries from the floor. I thanked him. He smiled and said:

"But I was right here. I couldn't let you fall."

Just that. And I was back in love.



I'm back. And I still believe.

You know what?

I'm sad. I'm really, really sad. I'm very rarely sad.



Please make this all go away.

So, my blogren, tell me a story. Seriously.

Help me out here. No politics, just tell me a story.

WHEN TWO ELEPHANTS FIGHT...

... IT IS THE GRASS THAT SUFFERS.



Daima mimi mkenya, mwananchi mzalendo.