The Magnitude of Michael Jackson
siwezi kuamini [i can't believe it] wala sina sauti ya kuongea. Lakini nitajaribu. I am numbed by the news. Reading Anengiyefa's post helped me this morning. His question nudged me to express a little, to process now that he is (supposedly) gone, the impact MJ had on my life. Here's a comment I left in response to his question: Within seven minutes of my walking through the door from work, tired and starving. Having just washed my hands in the kitchen after popping some leftovers in the microwave - I had not eaten since breakfast. My husband walks out of the master bedroom, where he'd been watching the news, leans heavily on the interior balcony railing; and in a voice choked with emotion says "...Michael has died." I was not hungry any more. Just sad. Really really sad. Rock With You. That is the song that does it the most for me. The one that helps me remember things my soul wants to forget. Those things that make me who I am. Those occurences, the cock...