Songs of Emotion

I absolutely love rhumba music, especially Fally Ipupa’s tunes. But, you know, sometimes on those tough days, I end up listening to those heart-wrenching Luo gospel songs. It’s weird how my music mood can flip so fast, just like how your day can go from happy to sad in a snap.

I’ve got this kind of funny idea that when I play those sad songs, it’s like God is nodding in sympathy up there, not really listening, but giving a little pat on the back, saying, “I get it, buddy.” It’s a bit unrealistic, I know, but we all have our quirks.

But here’s the thing, does it actually make me feel better? Does some magical miracle happen? Nope, no miracles in sight. These songs just make me even sadder and gloomier. And it makes me wonder, why do they even make such sad songs in the first place? I mean, who came up with that idea?

The toughest part, though, is how hard it is to switch from those tearjerkers to something like Fally Ipupa’s upbeat “Mayday.” It’s like going from a cozy blanket to an icy snowstorm.

Now, picture this: It was a regular Sunday, and I was just minding my own business when I got hit with a bombshell. Anna, the confidence-boosting babe of mine, suddenly drops a text bomb: “It’s over.” Then, to add insult to injury, she goes and blocks me because her phone apparently decided to join the breakup party too.

I mean, really? Nothing out of the ordinary happened. I have a sneaking suspicion that my dwindling bank balance might’ve had something to do with her swift exit. And I’m willing to bet my last dollar that she ran off to that “cousin” of hers, the one she visited every Friday to Monday morning. You know, the guy she wouldn’t stop raving about, the one she exchanged those dreaded “I love yous” with.

So, naturally, on that lovely Sunday, it felt like the perfect time to indulge in my go-to sad song, “Dag gi geno.” I reached for the remote, ready to switch from my brother Vin’s Ferre Gola obsession, “Court Circuit.” I thought maybe, just maybe, God would see my pitiful state and send Anna back like he did with manna from heaven for the Israelites.

But then, as I was about to make the switch, it hit me like a lightning bolt. I was essentially asking for divine sympathy to help me break a few commandments yet again, to give in to the temptations of the flesh. Where do these thoughts even come from during such trying times? Guiltily, I dropped the remote, letting Ferre’s “Court Circuit” take over, and I scurried off to my bedroom to have a premium crying session.

So, in conclusion, my journey through the realms of rhumba, tear-jerking Luo gospel, and heartbreak has taught me a thing or two. Life’s like a musical rollercoaster, and our tastes can flip faster than a pancake in a hot skillet. We may think God’s up there, giving a sympathetic nod to our musical woes, but in reality, it’s just us trying to make sense of it all.

But when the music dies down, and the tears flow, there’s a silver lining. Sure, Anna left, and my heart aches, but I’ve found solace in singlehood. It turns out you don’t need a thick babe to groove through life. Sometimes, the best company is your own, your tunes, and a carefree heart.

As for those crazy thoughts that pop up in challenging times, well, they’re just a part of being human. We’re all a little weird sometimes, especially when our emotions are on a rollercoaster ride. It’s all about finding your way back to sanity, even if it means shedding a few premium tears.

So, my friends, embrace the symphony of life, ride the emotional waves, and remember, it’s okay to dance to your own rhythm, with or without a partner. After all, in this journey of life, the music keeps playing, and the show must go on.


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