Today, I say, Thank You
Today marks almost 2 weeks since I last digitized my thoughts and feelings and In all that time, I have had some really profound revelations like why I didn’t post any articles because I had no more rage or this drive to lash out.
I think I said what I had to say in the last 13 articles. I had so much I felt like expressing but if you know anything about me, you know that I am quite reserved —not reserved-shy but kinda reserved-don’t-talk-to-me-please
And that my friends, Is partly why I started this blog and I’d like to thank you for sticking around and reading my content. I really appreciate those 1,000 all-time views that I seemingly got from God knows where —1,140 as I write this.
Since it is Thanksgiving, I am going to start with the most important person in my life, who as you probably might have guessed is, ME. Thanks, Wilfried Mbuto Majaliwa, for outpacing those 20, 30, 100 million other potentials and winning the race. We made it, Yey.
I thank you for finally realizing that you are worthy of love, happiness, joy, and fulfillment.
And, in no particular order
I would love to thank all those that made who and what I am today.
My dearest loving parents, Dr. Majaliwa Mwanjalolo Gilbert Jackson and my MOM, 🙂 —yeah, I’m smiling— Mrs. Azanga Seka Beatrice, for raising me the way they did and are still doing. Showing me that tough but tender love and most importantly being there for me when I was younger, dealing with my stubbornness, my never-ending curiosity, my quirkiness and unbelievable experiments —I still can’t believe I tried to drown you, Roy.
My 3 sisters, Giselle, —my partner in crime— Amedo, —keeps reminding me of my responsibilities when she calls me bro and Alice—the step-in Mom— thank you all for being there and always blaming me when things got lost in the house or when that remote went missing.
Dad: Camera iko wapi?
The rest of the family: Wilfried —like, wtf
Jehoshaphat, The Man, The Myth, The Legend. Thank you for whooping my ass in FIFA and for teaching me the values of being a responsible older brother. —Remember that time I left you in the car at the fuel station and marched off to look for fuel money? I hope that memory is long forgotten.
Shit, there are so many people to thank
I thank the universe for all my friends, lovers, haters —it’s hard believing I have any. My friends have been such a pillar of joy, unpredictability and emotional instability but it was nice to wallow in our pain and suffering.
I thank Malinz for introducing me, indirectly to GaryVee —love, consuming his content. And you Innocent Ocakacon, Girion’s descendant. Man, happy days from when we were in KHS. Love the memories. Ochom Lameck—partner in crime— crazy confidant. The beautiful and bold Namuddu Agnes, my emotional pillar. Vanessa Marion Mutyabule, thanks for the juice boxes and stimulating conversations. Welline Rebecca for teaching me how to love my self and embrace my emotions.
Revival Kemigisha, thanks for the love and support, Hun —brought me, my first client. Speaking of clients, I would like to thank Shalom Ebyau Nicolette, client turned friend, turned… hehe don’t get it twisted, thank you nonetheless.
Kato Mutumba, my self-proclaimed “mentor”, thanks for always telling me how smart and bright I am and for showing me how much I can achieve and how far I can push myself. You might not realize this but, in a way, you are hugely part of why I’ve managed to make it this far and for that, my dearest friend, I say thank you.
There are a number of people who have directly and indirectly helped to improve me and make me into the best version of myself, I may have forgotten to mention you or I may even not know you but all the same, from the bottom of my rebel heart, I express my most sincere gratitude.