writer's block!

Writer's block is for real!

Watch this space to learn how you may avoid that in the long run!

Peace and love,
Esi

In Print...

I am sooo loving the latest African Prints..they just brighten my day.

The are easy to wear too and can now be found in various shops around Kampala.
One thing that makes me love the African print is the ability for the patterns to fit any style.

Yaay,and theres shoes too so go out and grab them!

Smile...

Hi pals...

Its been a while. Well, there is a lot that has been happening and I will share some info with you on this page. But for now...let us combine our efforts and smile ...for freedom will reign!

Wishing you peace and Love,
Esi

Come to the River

Today,it rained...just like many days lately.

But I do not mind it because I am in love with water so on such a day I can only but imagine all the beauty there is in water.

Beautiful

Peace and Love,
Esi

In her shoes Again...

Its a Sunday night,am stuck in the house!

My phone keeps buzzing with friends offering a drink here or dinner there but I do not want to get caught in my shoes tonight. I wish my country was clean enough for anybody to go out bare foot. I would be game...that doesn't stop me from thinking shoes though.

See,I love high heeled shoes. At a certain point in my life,my obsession with them took me to 100 pairs plus...and even with the obsession reduced,I still see myself dreaming shoes once in a while...it doesn't hurt...does it? And if it does,it is waaaaaay worth it!


Enjoy your shoes gals!

And still dreaming...

Wishing you peace and love,
Esi

Changing me...changing you!

There are days when you have all the energy in the world and feel like you are superman or super woman then...nature will cause you to halt,give up..sometimes whether yo want it or not!

Today,it was the rain...jeez it poured! and all I could ream of was going to a nearby cafe for a coffee...haha

Now I am sitting at this cafe reading all the old magazines. I have read them before but find myself reading them over and over again.Today is not a boring day...it is just one of those days when nature forces us to laze,sit around and chill....even meditate.

I am meditating now,thinking, attracting all the possible energies that i need for my new project...my art project.

Ot is still the same but will do something about it this week and will post the pics here.

Maybe later in the day I get some more motivation and write you guys something interesting on the pages.

Peace and Love,
Esi

Dear Van Gogh

This song Vincent makes me cry... I realize sooo much talent that was deeply disturbed. Oh Vincent!



Something you should know about Vincent Lyrics

Title: Don McLean - Vincent lyrics

Artist: Don McLean Lyrics





Starry
starry night
paint your palette blue and grey

look out on a summer's day
with eyes that know the
darkness in my soul.
Shadows on the hills
sketch the trees and the daffodils

catch the breeze and the winter chills

in colors on the snowy linen land.
And now I understand what you tried to say to me

how you suffered for your sanity
how you tried to set them free.
They would not listen
they did not know how

perhaps they'll listen now.

Starry
starry night
flaming flo'rs that brightly blaze

swirling clouds in violet haze reflect in
Vincent's eyes of China blue.
Colors changing hue
morning fields of amber grain

weathered faces lined in pain
are soothed beneath the artist's
loving hand.
And now I understand what you tried to say to me

how you suffered for your sanity
how you tried to set them free.
perhaps they'll listen now.

For they could not love you
but still your love was true

and when no hope was left in sight on that starry
starry night.
You took your life
as lovers often do;
But I could have told you
Vincent
this world was never
meant for one
as beautiful as you.

Starry
starry night
portraits hung in empty halls

frameless heads on nameless walls
with eyes
that watch the world and can't forget.
Like the stranger that you've met

the ragged men in ragged clothes

the silver thorn of bloddy rose
lie crushed and broken
on the virgin snow.
And now I think I know what you tried to say to me

how you suffered for your sanity

how you tried to set them free.
They would not listen
they're not
list'ning still
perhaps they never will.