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MY LOVE, COME AND SIT. LET ME TELL YOU A STORY OF WIND AND WAVES.

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Mbaaga Mbazzi built his house on the shore.

NAMAZZI, Listen. Every evening, the wind would come. Strong wind. Proud wind. The wind that takes the best.

It took his roof.
It took his calm.
It took some people who said, "I will stay," but left when the wind blew.

And he thought - maybe I have nothing left.

But then he looked at the lake.

The waves were coming back. Slow. Sure. Bringing things to his feet. A small boat. A lost sandal. A letter in a bottle.

And one day, the waves brought back something that made him kneel - a genuine heart.

It was his own heart. But it was beating in your hands. And it had refused to drown.

That is when I understood:

The wind can take the best, but the waves will always bring back what is true.

You are what is TRUE, NANUNGI.

In a world of copy and paste love, in a world of "I love you" typed with no soul - you are the original. You are the heart that stayed genuine when everything was fake.

So let me be a madman for a minute. Let me be crazy in love, because sane love never built anything.

I am not loving you with my head. My head is confused. My head counts the risks.

I am loving you with my scar. NAMAYANJA. With that part of me that has been cut before, but still knows how to beat for you.

So hear vows from Kifuuta Kyotera Buddu - not from a perfect man, but from a true man:

I WILL KEEP MY WORD TO MY WORD. MBAAGA.

I said I love you when you had no makeup and when you had all the makeup.
I said I love you when you were soft and when you were fire.
I will say it when we have nothing and when we have everything.

My word is not wind. My word is a wave. It may go, but it will always come back to you.

I TRULY, MADLY, STUPIDLY, BEAUTIFULLY LOVE YOU, NAMAATA.

Like a fish loves water - even when the water is rough.
Like a drum loves the hand that beats it - even when it hurts, it makes music.
Like Amaato loves the lake - we fight the waves, but we belong to the waves.

If this love is craziness, then lock me up. Throw the key into Nalubale. Let me be crazy in your name forever, Nantayi.

Because if the wind finally takes my best...

Let it be known that my best was always YOU.

Yours, completely, endlessly,
Me. Oracle from Kifuuta Kyotera Buddu

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Joseph Mbazzi Muguluma (2026, August 28). MY LOVE, COME AND SIT. LET ME TELL YOU A STORY OF WIND AND WAVES.. Retrieved from https://www.josephmbazzimuguluma.com/post/my-love-come-and-sit-let-me-tell-you-a-story-of-wind-and-waves/

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@article{mbazzi2026,
  author = {Joseph Mbazzi Muguluma},
  title = {MY LOVE, COME AND SIT. LET ME TELL YOU A STORY OF WIND AND WAVES.},
  year = {2026},
  url = {https://www.josephmbazzimuguluma.com/post/my-love-come-and-sit-let-me-tell-you-a-story-of-wind-and-waves/},
  note = {Accessed: August 28, 2026}
}

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