Laughter in The Rain- Musings By Eric Kiambati
Eric Kiambati
Of the few odd hobbies I have, I have come to the realisation that i use them to escape them to another world. Take music for instance.
I used to sing once upon a time. Really well. Then i discovered by accident that I could play.
And when i would play I would go to another galaxy all by my own. My choice of instrument? Drums. One of the hardest instruments to play. It requires all four limbs to play, eyes, ears and mind.
My sinstrality came to help me here. My fingers were equally good when I was small, thanks to an occasionally singing mother and playing grandmother who cradled the guitar and fondled the piano so well it has paid her for the last 4 decades..But I didnt chase the piano.
Then comes driving. Which speaks for itself. My extended family has been known to have a weakness for old cars, VW beetles, Land Rovers, Peugeots, and some have taken it a bar higher and are in the local Rallying circuits. The apple clearly doesnt fall far.
Then comes writing. Which i have no idea where i picked it…..but yes its there. And photography too. Though thats not a hobby anymore.
One thing these things do for me is take me to another place. Escape. From all the drama. I’ve been listening to one of the guitarists I grew up listening to, Earl Klugh…..he did Tropical Legs, Wishful Thinking and Whispers and Promises.
His music has made my heart cry because it resonates with what I feel about a person I recently met…….Like the way Earl plays, his fingers be like Silk on Lead Strings, flowing smoothly so is she. But, as fast as time flies, she is as slippery as can be…..both to the feel and the heart.
Tonight, as I do what I always do best to take me ‘away’ my heart feels like silk would on lead…….heavy but smooth. Its only a few days before I get the groove back.
The next few days find me somewhat uniformed again. But even then i’ll strive to find laughter in the rain……..Tempus Fugit.
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