Write about a random act of kindness you’ve done for someone.
Every Thanksgiving for years, I would go to a grocery store and buy an entire Thanksgiving dinner for a family of 5 or 6. Meat, chicken, potatoes, vegetables, rolls, dressing, cranberry sauce, nuts, candies, pies, soft drinks, chips, whatever I felt belonged in a Thanksgiving dinner. Then, I would wait outside the store for someone who appeared to be, without smiles and maybe a little in need of someone to show them some kindness. I would tell them that I wished them a wonderful Thanksgiving. I never told them my name or where I worked. If you could have seen the looks on their faces, you would understand why I do this. If you saw the smile on my face, you would really understand the terrific feeling I get on Thanksgiving day.
As I walked home from work, the vibrant streets of Kamwokya and Bukoto came alive with the sounds of honking cars, chattering pedestrians, and revving motorcycles. Amidst the chaos, one figure stood out – a traffic officer, directing vehicles with precision and patience.
I often wondered about his story. What drove him to take on this challenging role? Was he content with his job, standing in the middle of the road, dealing with stubborn boda boda riders and irate drivers?
As I watched him work, I noticed the sweat dripping down his face, the fatigue in his eyes, and the constant need to stay alert. He was a master of multitasking, juggling multiple vehicles at once, while keeping pedestrians safe.
I imagined the challenges he might face daily – the scorching sun, the pouring rain, the endless stream of vehicles, and the occasional confrontation with disgruntled drivers. Did he ever feel like he was making a difference, or was it just another day on the job?
Despite the challenges, the traffic officer remained focused, his movements swift and deliberate. He was a guardian of the road, ensuring that the traffic flowed smoothly and safely.
As I continued on my way home, I felt a sense of appreciation for this unsung hero. His work might not always be visible, but it was crucial to the functioning of our city. He was a reminder that even in the midst of chaos, there were individuals working tirelessly to keep our streets safe and orderly.
The next time I passed by, I caught his eye and nodded in respect. He smiled, and for a moment, our gazes met in a moment of mutual understanding. He was more than just a traffic officer; he was a guardian of the city, working behind the scenes to keep us all safe.
Quite honestly, any activity I engage in will keep me so involved that I have occasionally literally spent all day occupied without noticing time passing. I will stop using the bathroom or drink some water, but I don’t feel hunger, just eagerness to get back to what I am doing.
This may be due to the fact that I won’t do anything that doesn’t bring me enjoyment. And I have to be in the mood for that particular interest.
Blogging
I do write something, and it also goes as it is part of research, basically reading and writing.When an idea possesses my mind, my pen and I make an unstoppable team.
While learning When I’m trying to learn something new, my mind gets totally caught up in absorbing new information, and I tend to forget to take breaks.
When eating a leisurely meal I will always be a foodie at heart. When eating good food, I lose track of time relishing it, taking the time to taste every single flavour. (I once spent an entire day reading and finishing Gone with The Wind), and writing stories on my blog.
Any number of things. Watching movies comes to mind first. Lots of time can pass without being aware of it. Listening to music as l do house chores, going through my social media platforms, a long call from my mum and sisters, daily gym session every evening. There are some computer games where I can put my head down, play for a while, then look up to find 3 hours have gone by. Reading a really good book can do that, too. Many times, I sit down to relax while on tv, look up, and suddenly it’s in the middle of the night.
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