Born out of Conversations....

Stupid blogger

2008-10-09T21:07:00.002+03:00

Because stupid blogger keeps giving me a code when i want to change my template and because my blog now has irritating things like "Published by Tandra under on Wednesday, October 08, 2008 "that the rogueking finds amusing that annoy me no end... I am temporarily moving here.

If the powers that be (evil support at google) fix the stupid bug, i Might be back but at this rate... I am not tooooooo sure.

HMmmm

2008-10-08T00:32:00.003+03:00

wasnt i there and i had to do a presentation? ((reminds self to get over such phrases.. i think "wasnt i there" is no "on market"))

Anyway, I had to do something today and i learnt something about myself and yes skunk, you were right. I will talk about that more some day when I can deal with the reality that failure is.

Moving on: i am unaccountedly sleepy at very odd hours. I can understand that desire to find a tree at the constitutional square (or is it called CHOGM gardens these days?) and catch a wink but this is becoming loony! And the worst part of it is i feel like i am about to be called on it.

I wonder what happened to the whole "see but dont say anything" thing. I seem to remember sending out that particular memo....

I have thus decided to change my sleep patterns. Yes!!!!!!!!

Sleep is exciting and you can never have enough of it. NAY you say?

I totally agree...

Okay, im done time killing... i shall write more coherent stuff soon.

Sorry i chewed into valuable moments of your day.

remember... live each day (well minute) like its your last!

Seriously random

2008-10-06T12:18:00.002+03:00

I wanted to write something inspiring.... I wanted to write some thing mind blowing... obviously that isnt going to happen today, so i present... RANDOMSIES! YAY!

1. I know this person who gets on my nerves quite a lot. They are "good people" but sometimes (read most of the time) they do not know when to quit.. always telling you what you should do, what you should wear, how much you should pay for something or even what you should be doing with your life.

Makes you wonder how this person became YOU and thus knows whats good or not good for YOU.

Enewe, as i was contemplating the unfairness of life as it seemed, i remembered this.

When we were in high school and someone was visiting your room and generally doing the empty tin analogy proud, we would say "Touch your bed".

i'm about to tell this person to "touch their body!"

2. And then someone said something to me and this word sprung forth from whatever corner it had been hiding... "Bleak!" or "blick" or "blique" meaning Nada.. ZERO or i dont know or something of the sorts.

Yikes.. when was the last time i used that?

Just know i felt a sense of accomplishment.

3. So there's this really boring meeting i had to sit through ( i will never understand why boring meetings are long!). Ate they dont even provide those nice parliamentary chairs in which the MP's are always dozing, these ones have no arm rests.. u cannot successfully sleep and balance yourself at the same time (trust me, i know this to be true).

When the break came, i power napped. I didnt have any choice. I admit it! Instead of maybe hunting down a samosa or chapati.. i napped and it felt great!!!!

Until the meeting started again......

4. Have you ever dailed a number looking for money and then you are informed that the peep is dead? No.. that has never happened to you?? sure???

Lets just say you are most fortunate.

If i can rate my more akward moments of the year, this would rank really high up the list.

5. So i was tapping Kabozi and this girl was complaining coz her ex-friend hooked up with her ex-boyfriend and she was ticked off at her ex-friend for betraying her like that and her ex for just running off with this other girl.

Please note: she is still tight with the ex and they have a bit of chemistry still going.

But this was where i decided girls can be silly or is it that humans can be selfish and self-centred.
Turns out, a while back she (the complainer) had hooked up with her then-friend's ex boyfriend.

What goes around comes around... 4 sho!

ki ka!!!

2008-09-28T22:41:00.003+03:00

You know blogging has gone too far when you are writing down "research" and you start referring exactly how you would link in your posts. Trust me... tis a world altering experience when people do not understand what you are going on about... kinda like you expected them to use their fingers on the papers and it would automatically link to whatever online source you are quoting.

If you do not understand any of what I am saying, I am glad to report that you are not in the portion of bloggers affected by over blogging. That is a very good thing... you are still "normal".

Since i been gone

2008-09-27T07:45:00.003+03:00

I just walked for an hour..... dont ask but i think these Wazungu activities are going to my head. I am absolutely taking leave from this "exercise" crap... tisnt good on my relatively endowed body, thats all I'm saying!

In other news, No- there will not be any Tandralets coming along... no will there be any world overthrowing endevours (although I think I am steadily working towards that end), there will be no robbing banks.....

I have however fallen out of the little love I was in. Tis sad but I guess I had to grow up when dude wasnt on my plot..but that too is okay, I mean... there's only so much of my fabulousness to go around.. must be stingy about it and what not.

No, dont look at me that way. Im really fine... twas "a little"... some how conviniently everyone skap over this, no idea why.

So im back on the market, so to speak... so err...prepare to wow me.

I did see a cutie today... OMG! Such a cute guy! But then I could not help but think... is this guy really cute or is it because he fits the stereotype?

Its been a month

2008-09-20T00:00:00.000+03:00

And i can not believe it!

Ngenda ku ffa!

2008-09-18T15:53:00.003+03:00

Sorry for my other friends.. in English speak that means " I am going to die!"

So the other day, i decided to go to a Yoga class. (No, i didnt have to pay) well.. maybe i did, come to think of it... but anyway.. i was curious as to know what those positions were... manya cactus, manya dog, manya child, manya whatever

So there i am... i pull out my snazzy shorts... I know its supposed to be sweat pants from the various adverts i have seen but i figured thats what they were... Adverts. WEYA!

then in addition to my snazzy shorts, i had my snazzy sneakers and very white socks.. MBU showing i was clean. again... WEYA!

I had to bear my badly in need of a pedicure toes to the world... twas horrifying!!

So anyway... i stood out like a sore thumb... but i said... "I shall not let Africans every where down! Imma do this like im doing this for TV"

The instructor sounds like one of those commercials of the sexy seductress chick... just know... in the ka session when they said "relax.. look within...." and then gave me like 5 minutes to do this... i went to sleep! Twas soooo comfy (by the by, this is frowned upon, just so u know)

After my Yoga session and feeling terribly sleepy i also decide to sign up for a spinning class... hence the "Ngenda ku ffa" statement.

Do not be fooled by this name... u do not stand about and twirl.

Instead u ride bikes (stationary ofcos) as u wld if you were out door... so u has the music, the climbs, the side way "spins".. the slows, the peaks... its fun...

When you aint the one doing it!!!

So there i was midway session and i was thinking of the easiest way to make it to the door without being seen. No such luck.....

I suffer through to the end so some chick (barbara) was giving me tips (coz i miserably failed).. so im like "well next time, i will do that" (((HECK NO! I NOT GOING BACK!))))

So then comes the clincher... i ask her how long she'd been spinning... MBU four years...

I hung my head and silently walked away.... to die... in peace... away from the pitying eyes... by myself...

Banange the music has entered!

2008-09-16T23:44:00.002+03:00

Yes.. that there is an accurate phrase (those of u having grammar issues, deal!).....

Have you felt like just going out to listen to really LOUD music? like reeeeeeeeallly Loud music? That's exactly what i feel like now...

Now where to find that illusive friend list?

I mean, i can only dance by myself for so long... u know! Although usually that's a good idea! You dont have to worry about being akward and stepping on toes and not shaking your junk the right way!

O... peeps... when did dancing become so complicated? When did it become all about your dance style?

O yeah... abouts the time peeps decided white people couldn't jump or dance.

I sorry.. if u r with me, chances are u will experience some very "white dancing" going down... alternatively you will see my standard mode of operation. I can never decide which one suits me more.. :-) so organize a date... i show u mine, you show me urs

Im a little in love

2008-09-16T04:39:00.003+03:00

So i know what everyone says, that when it hits you... you go down like a ton of bricks. I didnt think so, i thought everyone was exergerating and just conversation filling. You know how Africans be, yammering on about nothing in particular to pass the time and hopefully show off our conversation skills (one's we practice with no shame, every chance we get to, by the way) and well some times, i guess it does pay off.

Back to the love thing.. so this guy is UBER kewl ate i didnt even have to stalk this time. ((dont be looking at me like that, y'al know im playing, right?.... right?????))

So lets see how did this happen....

first time we talked i thought he was incredibly cute! As in INCREDIBLY! in that "o-im- SOOOOO-going-to-be-your-friend" kind of way...

Ever met someone like that? No?? give it time... you got years yet... plus some nonsense about taking each day as it comes and what not...

As we kept talking I decided he must be a really nice person, which he is (big bonus being he seems comfortable with who he is and where he is going... SEEMS being the key word, you dont ever know coz quite frankly, it isnt your life).

Some how this post isnt going the way i was planning for it to go. At this point i was supposed to be a quivering mass of unrequited love and like, pulling at your heart strings as we enjoyed this really moving moment...

lets see what i can do about that...

Have you ever spent time with someone and you decide they are the best EVER? Yeah... i know.. i didnt think there could be another ME out there but apparently i was wrong :-)

Joking aside, he's the kind of person you probably have to beat another 100 to get to, so i not even going to sweat it. Im all for freedom of expression and whatever other crap's being peddled these days but lets be honest here, what are the chances?

Err... NIL

But i still maintain... im a little in love and it feels great!

So what does this paragon of society think of me... im sure you are curious to know. Im also wondering :-) I cant very much walk up to him and be like "dude what do you think".....

Here's what will go on .....

((low music playing in the background... sets the stage for the go down thingy))

T: U boy omanyi nti ngwagala?
S: Ate?
T: ye munange, the feelings have over powered me!
S: Really?
T: Yes, and you dont need to say anything. I know this is all so sudden but i am willing to do anything to make this work... I could move in with u...
S: err..
T: Hush there dear... fret not. I have everything worked out....
S: But...
T: no buts... i has this! Okay!

I had so much fun writing this, y'al have no idea.
O well.. thought i shd share something out of my mudane existance...hopefully it has made you think some, hopefully it has bored you some...

O well... SUCH IS LIFE!

Kimansulo

2008-09-09T16:27:00.001+03:00

So I was minding my business as per usual the other day talking to this guy who misses home more and more each day. Apparently there are things about being at your home that makes it worth while.

I am not disputing that. I would rather imply that some times not being at home gives you the variety you need and therefore makes your experiences worth while.

So this friend suddenly starts talking about “jumping” (its that thing where you take forced leave from your parents house or school or mental institution and hope to the good Lord you do not get caught. In retrospect, maybe the idea IS to get caught!) and how he would enjoy the treks through the plantations (he was in Mwiri apparently) to go see the city lights. He was really proud of the fact that he started going to the discotheque when he as in S.2.

Let me think back… what was I doing in S.2? What were YOU doing? Upon reflection maybe I should not tell you what I was doing. My estimation in your eyes might decline a great deal and we don’t want that to happen, do we?

His “plot” went on till he was in S.6 then he got to University and since he did not have to ask for per(mission) it was all good after that. The one thing though that he regrets was going to see a kimansulo show.

Kimansulo you say? Yes, kimansulo. (It’s that thing where supposedly pretty girls take off their clothes or something. Let me redefine, it’s a peak show. The thing is though, people are too high to even notice if the girls are pretty or even if they are girls to begin with.) This phenomenon (yes, I know big words), I thought, took over Kampala about 7 years ago. Apparently it has been around longer.

The saner of you must be wondering then, how I came to know of such rumpus activities. My answer, by the power vested in the Media. Yes… freedom of the press and what not.
The less believing ones in the crowd may now stop raising their eyebrows. In addition to that possibly giving you a head ache, it does nothing to make you cuter than you already are. So No, I have not been to a show before.

Although I have been to karaoke shows that would put the most “interekcho” of you to shame. So look me up some time when you are in the mood for some really funny stuff. You have no idea how many Beyonce’s and Shakira’s are in Kampala until you attend such festivities. I wonder why Ugandans don’t want to be like Joss stones or even at worst Mariah Carrey. I might have spoken too soon. It’s kind of like how when you go to Karaoke at a supposedly cool joint in Kampala, all the chicks stand up to sing Celine Dion and Whitney Houston (at this point I usually yawn a lot and make more serious plans to take over the world). The only uplifting point in the whole thing (a side from questionable drink mixes) is the moment when one of us remembers that the only actually fun song on the whole juke box is Gloria Gaynor’s “I will survive” thingy.

Must dash. Shall complete later.

Some what amused

2008-09-01T14:34:00.003+03:00

I know i am coming late to the table but i do have some things to say.

Yes i am okay.... cldnt be better! infact i think tonight i will sleep like a baby....

Will i be more regular with the blogging, i will know in about a week.

Did i get dumped? No, i did not. I suspect i did the dumping though. Not sure how thats going.

Jaz had some really heated things to say so if you havent been (wonder HOW you havent), i give u link.

About the article in the Monitor, this is what i think.

As a gimic for creating traffic or interest in blogging, i think it did really well and the fact that I am even writing about it, says something. So thank you, Dennis.

About not being serious representations of blah blah blah, tis uwa opinion and you are entitled to whatever conversations happen in your head.

1. On the whole, the article came out biased (which is I guess what happens when you decide people are not worth your time) and well, there wasnt enough time for him to develop some of the ideas that went a long with his arguement.(I think im just saying that coz a lot more goes on than the little space the monitor allocates. This is why i have BLOG so i can say whatever and it doesnt get edited and can be PAGES long... YAY!)

Side bar: oo wow, i think i just came up with a great analogy.
Just because we all live in a garage, doesnt make us the same car. (been watching too many ads)

Just because i never say anything political doesnt mean i dont know whats going on.
Just because i prefer green to blue doesnt mean i dont know how many choices are out there.
Just because i dont come off as intellectual doesnt mean there are no lights on upstairs.

O and just because you dont think im kewl enough to be in a club, doesnt mean everyone else does.

2. In regard to the poor American who was let down by these upstanding-forward-thinking some-what-mislead ugandans, i think thats a bit stereotypical in itself.

You have seen the ads, come to our church... Jesus heals, Jesus saves and then the camera rolls to these white people (sorry caucasians). The qn then becomes, shd i come because Jesus saves or because these caucasians (who supposedly have money) come to your church?

Does the reference to the American make the article or the points therein more believeable? Do we weigh indepth reporting and analysis and acceptance of circumstances because an AMERICAN was there?

O hail the great American. May you be noble as you bless our meeting.

O wow, i thought we were above that. Guess not.

3. In case you havent noticed, running around is actually healthy.

4. We are not required to fit some mould determined by one person. I think you (Dennis) subscribe to the whole God made us Unique thing.. the whole created is his image, fearfully and wonderfully made thing, right?

So if we do not write abt "developmental" things and disappoint people, this is why the INTERWEBS exist. It really is up to you to find what suits you.

its about CHOICE, baby!

Incase you havent read Carlo's rant... you may find it here.

Meanwhile in totally unrelated news, i think Dennis has a crush on tumwi. this opinion has been formed over time by the way. what say u?

gold shlager...

2008-09-01T07:46:00.003+03:00

i have decided to write this when i am not on the right side of sober, so i do not take responsibility for anything i might say now.

i am not thinking right and its an interesting feeling!

we are discusing feet at the moment and slowly progressing to the whole leg. We are talking about the perfection with which our legs are made.

Its interesting.

we have danced to ragea music and decided when the appropriate time to put up our hands when we are being ire is.

We have decided how many guards of milk we need to take on to determine "fit for marriage" criteria. Decided on how much we need to feed the woman to prove that the man takes care of his woman.

We have gossiped about this girl who turned up at a wedding in an embarrasingly short dress and made all the men's heads turn.

we have talked about facebook and the its detrimental influence on our social status as it is.

If this makes sense to u, u need to take some time out and reeeeeeeeeeeeeally look at ur life!

by the by, Moses (i assume from the Bible) has some how wandered into the conversation.

Hi

2008-08-29T02:45:00.002+03:00

I know some of y'al been wondering where I am. I am out and about.

A tad rather busy and for some reason bloggers block found my address! thats not kewl Man!

Im going under for a while, but will be back... i hope.

aha!

2008-08-11T09:16:00.003+03:00

Have you ever felt that things were about to go terribly wrong?

Not wrong exactly. More like interestingly weird?

Like it suddenly makes sense why women sometimes loose their tiny minds and taunt a guy into slapping them. A bit extreme but some what appropriate.

It's almost like you are playing with fire and you just want to see how long it will take for the flames to become angry enough to strike out to hurt you.

That being said, i think someone is about to dump me. Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinteresting!

The pyramids

2008-08-07T23:36:00.005+03:00

So we decided to do something different-yes different. Contrary to what some people think, we do not only hang out at Rock night on Thursdays.

We (my cuz R, Sybella and meself) decided to go to the Pyramids. In case you have never heard of the place, you may stop wondering how we were able to afford tickets to Egypt on such short notice. Its on Yusuf Lule road. We of course had to organize a ride to the place as we could not afford to walk into such a "posh" place wet as testament to our dedication to physical education.

So time check, 6.45pm. Step out in our jeans (who dresses to go to the Casino, right?), smelling good and knowing we looked right at home. (We did not let the fact that the light of the day was selling us timidly making our way get to us).

These gentle men greet us.. all tall and big... sigh.

Wait! Did i mention the fact that the Valet guy person opened our doors? Yeah, no big right?

Gwe, when you are used to "security guys" asking you how you are doing and if they should expect chai or money for a cigarette, trust me, it IS a big deal! You would think they dont get paid at their jobs. Here, I think it would be an insult to appreciate the dudes work in taking care of your car.

One of the tall handsome's took us around the place. Its pretty snazzy actually. It has two Casino spaces, one private and the other for the common man, a restaurant and garden sitting area.

One thing I must say is that it is a really neat place and you can tell the person in charge of the interior design to the time to pick the pieces, which was the alright part. The disappointing part was the pieces are so cliche. i know we are supposed to feel like we are in the heart of Egypt or something but pharaoh and his buddies must be tired of hanging up on walls!

We decide to have a meal in the restaurant- this being the more interesting part of the evening. Tables set with non noisy chairs. Yes i see you asking what non noisy chairs are. They are those ones MUK tries to convince you you are sitting on with rubber tips.

Don't run away! These guys are too rich for those MUK-ish chairs. They are brown wood chairs with rubber tips. The floor is marble (or a good impression of one). They cannot afford to scratch them.

The waitress pulls out the menu (shaped like a pyramid tip- which was nice but also kinda expected).

The prices! HA! All I'm saying at this point is I think we were taking too giant steps in jumping from *Lukumi Lukumi!

I took one look at them and suggested we had coke's and do a split. I mean, this is why places have Exists. Guys jam my plot. One of those "since we are here we might as well" things.

Also, the fact that we were practically the only clients in the place and the waiting staff were more or less staring at us like they got "stare-a-sightis" did not bare well for my plan.

Talk about attentiveness. I like to call it being rude.

7.15pm We giggle our way through the menu and man, some of those dishes were wicked! Ever heard of butternut risotto? ((this is purely my description)) no, on 2nd thoughts...

We decided on Cajun spiced pork chops, mango kachumbari with deep fried posho and chime cream and Chicken Kiev, herbed garlic butter on a bed of tomato concase with mashed potato.

Sounds good, huh? (I will get to that part later)

7.25pm Starters arrive! No, don't look at me that way. We did not ask for them.

I think it must be one of those places were they over estimate on the food they need that day so they give you left overs like that place New York Kitchen- Dee, Carlo and your lovers don't kill me! But seriously whats with the old tea some times and those as if bagel thingies they give you to keep you occupied like you are 5 year olds?.... Much love people... see you there some time. Peace!!

Back to normal transmission... the starters arrive. (Forgive the quality of the pictures, i aint paid to do this, you know) Do not be fooled. Those aint raisins. Those are tomatoes and green peppers. I guess when you pay the dimes you pay there, they give you special bread!

7.55pm. The food arrives. I'm going to let you look at it then I will tell you our impressions. The first is the chicken kiev then the Cajun Pork Chops. Due to public demand, I will try as much as possible to be as honest as i can be when interpreting the food presented.

Sincerely, the chicken keiv reminded me of Egg rolls. You know those pesky things that follow you around every canteen area in Kampala? Those ones that are basically deep fried Irish Potato round a boiled egg?

I wanted to laugh and considering we had been talking about ordering in such places and they bring one tomato strip with 3 peas and then you are supposed to act like you have eaten enough to feed an army, the plate presentation was not helping matters.

The chicken was superbly cooked by the way, a hint of spice, not too salty. The wrap around the chicken (yes the chicken is in that as if Egg roll) not too crazy about. The sauce should have been something instead of whatever was on the plate. I felt the chicken and the sauce did not compliment each other. The mashed potato was nothing to write home about at the very least it did not have lumps in it, which is always a good thing.

The Cajun Pork chops. Where to start! Cooked well (charred well also) .. chime sauce complimented it, those 2 as if Onions on the plate were also okay.

The tomato bed, i felt was a bit too much of over kill. (I mean, giving me over 20 strips of tomato will not change the taste of the tomato!)

That thing you see thats round and looks like a sweet potato is actually the Deep friend posho.

Here is R's description of it. " it is not normal! Its like they got almost cooked posho, made it into a ball, poured curry powder over it and fried it. It is not normal!"

By the way, everything was going on okay until i decided to copy down what i had eaten, suddenly i was the enemy. The conversation with Jackie (the waitress) went like this

J: that is not allowed.

T: Why not?

J: I dont know but it is not allowed.

T: Okay... (continuing to scribble) So is it allowed for me to write this down from memory?

J- very blank stare.

Chick proceeded to take the menu away from me before i could order desert! What the heck? I just paid a very huge some amount of money to look at your menu!

Plus really, i cant steal a recipe from a menu, if I can, you aren't a very creative chef, are you?

This is the thing i do not get about Ugandans. If you do not want me to know something, do not make it accessible.

Assuming I was Bukhumune's assistant and you give me such crap (( o and assuming guy actually has the power to make or break you with a review) this would not be saying a lot about the Pyramids, would it?

In summary

Ambiance: Good

Hospitality: Great until you actually start taking notes on the place and they treat you like a leper.. as if you have not spent money in the place!

Prices: Drinks 3,000 (soda)- 25,000 wines and spirits (i fink)

Starters 16,000 plus

Main meal 16,000- 45,000

Desserts 16,000

Parking: Abundant

The crowd: Mainly us and like we only know each other anyway.

Side notes:

1. If you do not like people staring at you, do not go here. The staff are not busy so they tend to stand around in groups talking and staring at you.

2. I think you have to be in a very big group (who look like you have money) for the chef to make a personal appearance at your table.

3. If you want to stare at girls in little skirts, definitely a place for you to go.

4. Really friendly staff until you question them and then they start acting like those you find in take-aways.

** Lukumi Lukumi place you can get food at 1000 UGx

Do i really?

2008-08-05T09:04:00.003+03:00

Do I really want to be married? Do I really want to have children?

I'm told "I'm every woman". I am the lover, the girlfriend, the mistress, the nurturer, the confidant, the jutice seeker, the poet, the adviser, the mother. Surely if i skipped out on some of these titles I would still be a woman.

Do I really want to go down the road laid before me? Do I really want to be like every (or most) women whose main ambition is getting married, taking care of a man and having the bus load of kids?

Do I really want to live my life out as a statistic? What happened to individuality? What happened to using this thing called "free will"?

Do I really want to look back and know for fact that the one (or more than one) life I sincerly messed up was the one I bore? The one I took down a road a believed was the right one for him/her?

Do I want to be responsible for giving them false hope? Making them believe that to make it, you just have to believe and work hard leaving out the obvious, "life is out to get you" phrase?

How will I take care of them? How will I explain when i can not give them popcorn and ground nuts on their birthdays? How will I explain when I cant get them a television so they can fit in with the other kids?

How will I explain that I have to work so they can eat? How will I explain that its not because I want to be away from them but because i dont really have a choice?

How will i explain when Daddy walks out? when daddy doesnt want to be with us any more? Why daddy doesnt like coming home any more?

How will I explain(teach) to them that they wont grow up to walk out on responsibilities? How will I explain/show them that I love them enough for everyone else in the world?

How will I explain that Auntie Sara doesnt come home anymore because she was more interested in Daddy than any of us?

How will I explain why Jajja doesnt like them? How can i look them in the eye and tell them its because of me. Its because Daddy chose me and yet im from the wrong tribe/religion?

Do i really want to be the one explaining when things go wrong?

Do i really want to be that responsible? To be that hero that's never wrong? Who has the answer to everything?

I got your man.....

2008-08-04T13:31:00.003+03:00

I've got your man  And you can't do anything (about it)

 You may think he is coming back to you But (I doubt it)

Don't make no sense you even call him And try to (work out it)

 Cause I've got your man And you can't do anything (about it)

                                                                  i've got your man- Lady Shaw

i can see myself reaching out to call her. To say to her, "hey, i won!".

Im giddy with excitement, my palms are sweaty, i cant wait to hear her voice,

i cant wait to hear her say, "Soap! You lie!"

That there is an example of what I think goes on in your mind when you decide to steal

your friends man.

Jaz, does that happen? okay technically you were not out to steal him

(and it was more about her than him) but its about the same thing isnt it?

I know some people who are in that exact position.

 Both sides, one wants to reach out and gloat and the other is on the receiving  the call.

Why would you want to call this chick and gloat over the man?

Coz you got him? SO bloody what? If you really think about it, I got him first,

 ergo you are second choice.

And what do you say when she calls?

Goody! Now i don't have to keep holding his hand?

What you think? lemme know.

Well

2008-07-29T10:09:00.003+03:00

If I had written this yesterday, I would have been bubbling with excitement.

If I had written this a few minutes ago, I would have been gushing about WANTED. I finally watched it and in the comfort of my home at that. I'm supposed to go on a movie date soon and debated on whether I should keep Wanted for then but after tumwi dissed Cineplex, in a round about kind of way, I could not allow myself to be one of the saps Cineplex is playing.

Definitely a must watch. If you are like me and do not do that much research before you go see a movie, you will have fun. That is not entirely true, at the minimalist end, I do inquire as to which actor/tress is in the movie. I almost did not watch Wanted because of James McAvoy. Something about that Idi Amin movie- Last king of Scotland- which I have not watched, by the way.

The movie scene choreography in this movie are phenomenal. I know I said if I had written this a few minutes ago I would be gushing and I just did but the movie was fun.

In other news, I am listening to Usher's Here I stand. I am not exactly impressed. Amend that to, I am not impressed. I thought I had finally found a soul mate in "U s her R a y m ond" but i was not meant to be.

on the other hand, after listening to Leona Lewis' Spirit, i conclude that i have landed on the sappiest music I have listened to in a while! You know the type, sweet, soft, melodic... unerringly believing in love and the human goodness... Good for going to sleep on.

In more important news, I want to write something out but the words are refusing to organize themselves. I really do not want to be a victim like Cheri but the way things are going...

I am also in loooooooooove with this song. What I like about You- Jon B n babyface.

The blind date, the chat, the end. III

2008-07-25T11:30:00.000+03:00

Now, how to get that date.

Yes, I know I should have had this all worked out by now but first I thought it important to find the perfect person to go on the date with. I know, perfect here, is relative after all.

I had to find a person who I clicked with, who got my lame jokes and who thought I was wonderful. Don’t look at me that way. I know, we are all looking for some one who thinks we are wonderful and trust me, a chat room is the perfect place to find someone who thinks you are wonderful.

In cyberspace everyone is perfect. Every one smells like they just walked through flowers or are musky with some scent only they know the secret ingredients to.

In cyberspace, no one has broken teeth or limited eye vision.

In cyberspace, no one is broke. We are all rich! We all roll in dollar dollar bills!

SO how to tell the really nice guy from the crap? Well, you spend time talking to the person of course, if their story doesn’t change and they are not in some fanatical hurry to get into your pants, you are onto something. Well this is assuming, again, that you do not want your pants jumped into.

I will not bore you with how many frogs I had to “kiss” to find my date. I will rush now to tell you about the date.

I did nothing out of the ordinary. I am one of those people who believe in the whole “be yourself” theory. If I meet you in my jeans and Tee’s and you like me, I will make you proud one day when it finally crosses my mind to wear a dress.

I never want to be accused of being that girl who dresses up to catch a man and then could care less when the man is caught. I would rather shock you some day by “cleaning” up.

So, the date. I met him at rock night. Yes. Lumumba Avenue. In the midst of millions of rock happy Ugandans.

I was in my overly abused black jumper, pink shirt and pink lined jeans chilling with my friends. He was in a preppy sweater over white shirt and grey dress pants.

He had described himself as a nerd. I was some what shocked that he did not have limited vision.

The deal was I had to buy him the most expensive drink in the joint. When we asked the waiter, it turned out the most expensive drink in the joint was tusker malt larger (I think it’s called). We laughed ourselves silly over that. The ice, as they say, was broken.

We chatted for about 30 minutes, it was close to my curfew, I had to leave. I laughed so much and so hard that night. I decided it was like at first chat.

We hang a bit after that. We declared ever lasting love to each other after that. Sigh.

You must be wondering how I rushed this date. I wonder as well. Maybe I’m subconsciously encouraging you to go out there and go on a blind date. My theory is… you have nothing to loose, so why not?

The blind date, the chat, the end. II

2008-07-24T11:27:00.001+03:00

I am getting a head of myself. I need to go through chat room etiquette so you can fully understand what I went through and help those of you who intend to venture into a chat room as a result of this post.

First. It is completely advisable to decide if you are going to be honest with the people you meet in the room or not. It is not some mandatory class room where you will be flayed if you with hold some information or create some information. In fact more than 90% of what you are told is probably a lie.

Second. Choose a name that reflects who you want to be seen as. If you want us to think you are an innocent, “virgin” might not be the best name to go with, for obvious reasons.

Third. Know your game plan and always stick to the plan. Make sure you catch onto who is hot and who is not. And pay attention to abbreviations as these tend to give away the newbie more often than not. Things like ASL (Age, Sex and Location), LOL (Laugh Out Loud), ROTFL (Roll on the Floor Laughing), LMAO (laugh My Ass Off) and BRB (be right back) should come naturally to you. These abbreviations will change, so make sure you pay attention.

Fourth. You are in complete control. You have no one to blame but yourself if things do not go the way you want them to go.

Fifth. chat is like having any other conversation. Sometimes things will come back to bite you in that unmentionable place. And please do not forget that chat is about word play, in reality, the person might not be as witty or as fast. Reality bites, I know.

Do not forget. Chat is a game.

Introducing the people you will probably find in a Ugandan chat room.

Kalema. He is usually that guy who works abroad, who has some dubious job that no one knows and has an opinion on everything. He is almost always a Muganda and anti government.

Opolot is exactly like kalema only he is probably Itesot. He is also anti government and tends to have strange conversations about fish.

Contra-Versy is that guy who wants you to think he is controversial just from his name. Not really creative but well, at least you know you wont get what you see.

Cynthia is like the oldest chick in the room and only talks to specific people and always about “clique-ish” topics. If you weren’t there when the conversation started, too bad.

Krystal is Cynthia’s replacement. She’s witty, seems to get on with many people and will probably be the cause of controversial topics.

Munene/big handsome/lonely is that chap you should be running from, assuming you do not want to get laid. He probably thinks using profanities is the best way to get a girls attention. He will probably turn on you should you refuse to engage in some conversation with him and call your mama all sorts of names.

Uk kid/man/boy probably wants to skip the whole ASL thing and have you think he is amazing simply because he has attached the UK bit. Do not be fooled. This guy is probably in some café in katwe with some questionable power connection.

Poison ivy and the cheerleader. Two girls, who are probably friends out of the chat room, are witty and can gang up on any brother who takes it upon himself to speak before he is spoken to. They tend to give off “can’t touch us” vibes and are the life of the chat room.

Mbeki/Mswati/His Excellence probably lives some where close to South Africa, hence his name. Is interested in politics.

Jimmy/Cathy/Sara/Dennis probably works at a café which explains why they are always online.

Pato feels like he is a lady’s man. He probably has met with (and supposedly slept with more than half the girls in the room). He is an ardent foot ball fan and always online. One wonders when he has time for his family and football. He does not live in Kampala but probably upcountry.

Darius, Devon, Darrell, Tyler, Taylor has a swanky name. You might land on one to match. Usually these are fakers.

I think that’s about it or at least the vital one’s you need to watch out for.

Now, how to get that date.

The blind date, the chat, the end. I

2008-07-23T11:00:00.002+03:00

I had always wanted to go out on one of these and not because of the rave reviews they get in some publications. In fact, I would bet close to 100,000 dollars that what the reporter or date writes after the date is more fiction than fact.

No one wants to read about the blind date from hell. Well, almost no one. I know a number of people who ran mad with excitement at the prospect of reading clearly insane accounts of dates. They just get giddy at the thought of there being someone else out there who is slightly madder than themselves.

In order to accomplish this date, I did what anyone would. I made a list. This list did not include the names of my friends who had friends who I could possibly go on my date with. That, according to me, would be like in a strange way going on a date with my friends. And really, as I see them all the time, it would not be a new experience, more like meeting up to go to Rock night or something.

This list was made up of all the weird possible ways to meet new people. I use weird here to refer to means I would not normally employ to achieve a goal. And no, I did not even consider dialing that number that accompanies those weirdly worded advertisements around the city. You know the ones. The ones that scream out “GET A LOVER!” or more recently “GET BUMS”. They say the quick method has no side effects, I wonder how many gullible people are out there. In fact, it would be interesting to actually find out how many calls the person receives each day.

It was after some careful analysis and the fact that this method fell in with what I had the time to do anyway, I decided to look for my date online.

You may now shake your head in total disbelief and dismay. Disbelief because it was like the most obvious route for me to go and I actually choose to use it and dismay because I actually talked myself into going on the said date.

Now, you might be wondering why I did not just ask one of my friends to hook me up with one of their friends. Here are my reasons. I call very few people “friend” and generally I sometimes wonder how we became friends. Some of these people are wacky and I mean that in the best possible way. Sometimes I wonder if we would have been friends if we had met at different points in our lives. Suffice to say, their friends would never be my friends so a hook up would never go down. And if by some quirk of fate it did happen, I would probably spend all of the ten minutes of the date wondering how you (my friend and you) became friends and more importantly continued to be friends.

That aside, I started the usual way. Google. That proved ineffective because, unlike some people, I do not know the right combination of words to make Google miraculously burst forth with helpful information. As I was unable to find even one online dating/ blind date service in a town near me, I next ventured to yahoo! I figured I had an account with these chaps for a reason. The yahoo! Connection proved interesting. The world was like at my feet and I met interesting people. It was fun.

Then the reality of the matter hit me. François was more than 500 miles away from me. Alien probably could not speak English to save his life and Dwayne’s name reminded me a tad too much of drains and their inhabitants. I some how did not see a future with this man. I might have been a bit rash but how was I going to explain how I knew someone named Dwayne?

I had a sit down with the people who reside in my head and they decided that the best approach would be to look for people at most 50 minutes away from me.

As Uganda’s online community is not yet that advanced I played with the idea of creating my own online dating company. The prospect excited me no end until it occurred to me that with fraud being what it is and those crafty overly active Nigerians messing up the interwebs for us otherwise enterprising persons, this project would not last to see one moon.

Added to which, which Ugandan would pay for something they could get free?

So I did a little research and found chat rooms. Finally I was in my element. I could finally joke about Melanie (Sanyu Fm Dj) and have fun at her expense. I could debate the rather humorless Comedy night and have my thoughts confirmed or trashed! I could finally swap stories about home with people from home.

This little high lasted a short time. It is hard to read someone’s response to your joke especially when you have not spoken to them and know absolutely next to nothing about them.

Yes!

2008-07-22T20:12:00.002+03:00

I have finally written the longest post in my posting history. It is not funny. It is not witty. It is just long.

I figure since I am my own writer and editor, I can decide how this will work out.

So this is just a head's up. For the next three days, my long post will be unvailed. Read it and weep! or dont read it.. it matters not. It wrote itself.

Live it up!

2008-07-21T09:05:00.003+03:00

Recently, over tea, i was talking to a friend and my mother and she (my mother) was talking about how cold it has been recently. (Apparently it was 19c... yes, not cold according to some of you who suffer sub zero temperatures but here! snap!)

So she pulls out the thermometer to prove her point. It was at this point that this memory struck.

Thermometers were probably the first indication that I would never make it in the medical proffession. That and the fact that I generally shy away from anything that makes me tax my other wise simple mind but that is an explanation for another day.

I could never read those things. Even when I was claiming to be sick to get out of going to school, I could never do the whole "self thermometer test'... I heard so many people tell me look for the "line" that will tell you the temperature. I swear I never saw it.

You can thus imagine the problems I had in physics. You do remember S4 physics when the evil syllabus inventors decided that we had to heat water (do not remember what we were trying to prove) and do the whole prism thing?

Yes, I can see this coming back to you. Lets just say I neeeeeeeever saw the line (I think light was supposed to hit the prism and get dispersed then you were supposed to do some fancy art work and draw lines of dispersion or something).

I can clearly see myself in that physics lab going "huh?" millions of times. I decided that there could only be one way of of the whole thing.

Fake it!

I am glad to report I was such a great faker that it was only me who knew what I was on about.

This good "pat-on-the-back" feeling lasted until I had to do cantab! (slang for Uganda Certificate (U.C.E) that is -O'level)

Yes, you guessed right. Everything went all right until I had to choose between the thermometer test and the prism. I did what any blank person would do in my place. I choose the thermometer.

Some basic principles still hold. Boiling point 100 degrees, yes?

Prism? Man... even art was involved.

I am glad to report that I did not fail physics. I got a 3 (pretty nifty for someone totally blank) and even considered doing PEM/D (Physics, Economics, Mathematics and Divinity) at A'level.

The problem with that is that apart from Divinity, the rest are not ME.

If you asked any of my friends if they thought I will eventually do an MBA, they would probably laugh you out of the room. Math and me, did not fall off the same tree, is all I am saying which is probably why the next boyfriend had better be nifty at balancing books.

You must be wondering where I am going with this. I'm a tad lost as well. This all started because I was having a conversation about prism's and about hearing things.

Its like when you go to church and then the announcement person says something like " It is Your day. You are here for a reason!!"

I totally agree with that one. God must have brought me to church for a reason, after all my steps are ordered by HIM.

It gets a little blurry however when the person says something like "God has this message for YOU! He is saying...."

first time, you are like "Yay! A message for me from God! He heard my call!"

Then you really think about it and it hits you that you are over 500 "YOU's" in the congregation. So which YOU is being spoken to?

Loosing my mates: Ex bff and that boi

2008-07-17T16:35:00.005+03:00

A few months ago I was crazy about this boy (Ex bff). Not any more though and I will share why in a few precious moments.

First, I think I ought to explain why he was (is) special. (Depending on how long you have been reading my blog, you have heard about Mr. before).

This boy was my first serious boy-friend. I knew I could turn up and talk about what ever, he would raise his eyebrow and let me go on and on and then at the end of my endless rants, he would tell me exactly what to do (like I did not know!).

He helped me understand boys. Let me amend that to men. I tend to call anyone younger than my brother a boy so understand. Actually that’s not true, I still consider my brother a boy but that is a whole other story.

He made it clear to me that although he was hot, I should look elsewhere because he was clearly more interested in being mysterious and up to no good.

He need not have worried on that front… You can not play games with someone you actually like, they always back fire on you and you usually end up loosing that friend which is too high a price to pay for some high that will ware off in less than 5 minutes.

Mushyness aside, Bff has always been there for me. Well… until whatshername turned up. Suddenly the boy realized that he had to actually dress up to impress people, better manage his time and actually pay attention to happening places around the city.

Suddenly I ceased to exist for the boy.

That was okay, its called “transition” we all go through it. That phase when we only have eyes and ears for this “special” person and forget the little people in our lives.

I handled the “time” as best I could and some time later I got bumped to “Ex bff”…Why Bff? Why??????

He insisted that it was an upgrade. I do not agree. Anything with an “ex” in it does not bare well for the bearer of the title.

I reached deep within myself and held on.

It was some time later when I met “this boi” who we shall call “boo”. When I met him, he was the true picture of “nerd meets kewl chick”. We got to talking and he so ever so sweetly offered to listen to me and generally be there for me.

I agreed… a girl needs as many boy-friends as possible, especially when all her girls go loco.

So with the passing of time, we became close (according to me), we got each other through some icky situations and then some.

My little comfortable world came crushing down a few days ago. Truthfully, they are more than a few but I do not like to think about it that way.

We (boo and I) had a little misunderstanding that had me going from laughing on the brink of madness to crying into my pillow wondering how something so simple could get so messed up.

I know what you are thinking. You are thinking I probably went out of my way to spill a little perfume on his shirt so when his girlfriend showed he would not have a plausible excuse.

No, that is not what happened. It was nothing as dramatic.

I simply made a crack about something. He thought I was serious and decided to walk out of my life.

And no, it was not something to do with his height, or his nerdy status or his precious car or some lady he is interested in who cannot see straight to save her life.

I was hurt because he did not stop to ask me what I meant. I was hurt because I realized that I was the only one who thought we had passed the stage when we needed a third party to explain exactly what we meant by the things we did and said.

We haven’t spoken in a while now. I sent him an email. He has not responded and that hurts the more. I know I said I needed time but that did not mean I do not want to know how you are doing or what you are up to.

What is with people and taking things as gospel truth when you say them? Okay, I get other people taking them as truth/ fact but not you…

Anyhow, this is how I lost two very important people. I am completely without a start point.

Catching up...

2008-07-15T11:11:00.002+03:00

I have been in denail over something for the longest time. I figured if I could get away with it, I might as well...

I was however stopped short the other day when I had a conversation with my brother that went something like

P: So how is every one at home?'

T: They are fine. Mum says she will send you the information so it beez that side

P: what was that?

T: I said she will send it so it b.. its thats side with you.

P: No, No T. what was that? I havent heard that in I dont know how many years! you just killed a buffalo! Mbogo! ((gramatical error))

The interesting part was until he said that, I did not think I had said anything out of the ordinary. My lame response was....

"no, i havent. That is how we be! catch up!"

I have thus resolved to better my command of the English language. It is going to be hard to say the least.

*******************************************

I am not exactly allowed to say anything about yesterday's mini BHH so if you want to catch up... go visit Mr. B2B

I will however say it has been suggested next BHH is at Effendy's (centenary park).

2008-07-14T11:40:00.000+03:00

Why men will bear children some day

2008-07-10T11:04:00.000+03:00

I know, shocking. Read, you might agree :-)

A friend was bitterly arguing with me the other day when that “man”, Thomas Beatie, bore a pretty girl. He argued that the only reason why I scoffed at the idea was because I was offended by the idea that a man would and could do the one thing we (women) guarded so jealously.

Now, my first reaction was “there is no way in hell this man could have given birth, let alone get pregnant! Does no one watch House? Its not one of those “monkey see, monkey do” things, you know”

That thought was promptly followed by the edict God placed when Adam and Eve were being admonished for crossing a line they should not have. Eve (woman) would suffer pain during childbirth; nothing was said about dear old Addy... aside from toiling to provide for his family of course.

In addition to which, lets be honest. Men are not built to have children; they just do not have the right combination. It is that simple.

In my mind it was simple, men cannot give birth.

Then I thought about Julius/Juliet.

Julius/ Juliet Kaganzi kaggwa was born in 1969 and erroneously declared a girl in spite of a few anomalies. In his book “From Julius to Juliet… In search of my true gender” (published by Fountain Publishers, Uganda, 1997), he narrates his scary story. He lived as a girl till about 1995 when he decided to drop his fake female status. Last I heard he got married to a lady named Joy and the headline when he did so read “Old Gayaza girl weds woman”. (Gayaza High School is one of the most prominent all girls high school in Uganda).

It struck me that reverse might be true of Thomas Beatie so I did what any person would do, I googled the chap and had all my suspicions confirmed. Thomas Beatie was born a woman who chose to undergo sex reassignment procedures to technically take on the appearance of being a man, a little cut here, a little cut there and voila!

I think Thomas was happy though because when push came to shove and they -yes he is married to a one Nancy who had a hysterectomy some years ago- wanted to have a child, he could carry one to term.

What my friend forgot in his argument about male emancipation and “gender mainstreaming” was that Thomas (born Tracy Lagondino) was still female because he/she chose to have chest reconstruction and testosterone therapy and retained his/her reproductive rights. He was BUILT to have children. End of discussion.

I’m curious about such people. What happens in their thought process for them to decide to do certain things? I know, life is all about being comfortable in your own skin and all but should there be some limit to this?

I was watching the Tyra Banks show recently and she was interviewing these transgender persons who participated in Trantasia. It’s a pageant to find the most beautiful transgender out there. The participants… Amazing! Some of those guys were hot! No wonder men suffer!

These men had had surgery to an extent (chest reconstruction) and looked every inch like
Women and in case you are wondering, no there were no bulges where there should have been. I am still trying to understand that one.

They all (most) were talking about how they wanted to be women and this was a way to do it. There was this one however who is just a female impersonator (as in his job) and he looks every inch woman. I wonder if you could get paid here…

I found a number of things interesting. One was most of them considered suicide at some point and most when they were in high school. No surprise there, really, when you feel oppressed by yourself because you do not understand who or what you are and then by society that will reject anything they do not understand, it is understandable that you might want to do away with life.

Suicide however seems like a coward’s way out and well, some times, it doesn’t exactly go according to plan. Should that happen, you will forever be looked at as a psychopath which when you consider how “weird” you already are, might not be a bad idea.

Second thing was one of them said they did not want to be buried a woman. When he gets older, he will remove his implants and revert. I wonder what his point all this time has been.

Third, men are vain! Now honestly, the amount of work this men get done puts to shame even the most religiously beauty obsessed female you know. I think it is because they are trying to over compensate for the fact that they are not naturally women. One of them had enough lypo, I felt my skin tighten. He/she looked bad!

Fourth interesting thing is all of them are either dating or married. Does that technically make them homosexual? When they were asked if they use the lower parts of their bodies when they are intimate, their response was, it depended on their partners.

Interesting.

Finally!

2008-07-09T12:34:00.000+03:00

So i has been taking pictures (pronounce pic-tu-reys) on my humble telephone. Err.. make that cellular.. maybe mobile... moby.. thingy.... anyhu.. i has pictures!!

be warned that i will not be invited to the online photogallery suggested by cheri, i think, that would feature 31337, tumwi, Iwaya and the 2 weak dudes. O and maybe Rev

Carlo, dee.. im sorry, we just dont have the best camera's for the job.. sigh...

So anyhu... in random fashion, as per Yuzshe

*** cake and fruit... some body's birthday. and yes im well aware that its mob GREEN!

****** here i plan to do my own "caught in the act" ((wat this picure really about?))

1. Come i whisper sweet nothings.. u nice nice peep!

2. u has nice ear. do it work?

3. Ssebo bambi, I will pay my bill later... dont make a scene!

*****I was idling in Ntinda one evening in the name of waiting for a date to show.

(yeah, u wonder why i waited long.. truth-- didnt want to go home and really.. all the peeps i knew in the area prolly werent at home)

So anyhu.. i decided to kill a few idling minutes in a cafe (cant remember the name) and i figured it would be an innocent enough pursuit.

yes... until i discovered this...

if uwa eyes are tricking.. wat u shd b seeing is a computer tower thingy with a pad lock attached. Makes me wonder what kind of people go to this cafe...

Moving on....

Proof that the peeps at coke CHEAT us out of a few ml's...

How u doing?

2008-07-08T10:01:00.000+03:00

Because i have a uterus

2008-07-02T16:15:00.000+03:00

This afternoon i had the pleasure of engaging on a conversation that might have come to blows had it not been for the people engaged in it.

It all started out innocently enough. You know... talk nothing in particular. Let me introduce the participants.

T! (no introduction neccesary)

B: mother of one... corprate type

S: Mother of one, heavy with child

So,as far as I recall, the conversation started going south when B mentioned that she did not know about having other chidren. In fact she is going to enter an agreement with her boi, so they only have two more and thats that.

T, on the side, agreeing whole heartedly until...

B declares that he will have to go get a snip and tuck. So I nod as if in agreement until S makes a valid point.

SInce its you (the woman) who wants to not have children anymore, why dont you get your tubes tied?

Now, honestly at that point i did not know who to support. Im anti surgery especially coz of them pins n needles and subsequent pain so I advocate for it happening to someone else with all my heart. So no surgery for my gal.

But... considering SHE wants it stopped, not him, maybe she should be the bigger person.

B doesnt agree (and i see her point), she will have pushed 3 kiddies already. What wld he have done?

Moving on.... S suddenly goes on a tirade about women and how they should do what God intended and have kiddies.

At that point, i pulled off me earrings and pulled up me sleeves! Such comments get my goat like a problem. But then i decided to listen to whatever madam had to say.

S:God gave you a uterus, use it! He has provided you with the means.

T: so i have kiddies i can not take care of MBU because i have a uterus?

what logic is that?

S: Do you know how many women out there are dying to have children but cant? and you are choosing to be selfish and not have children.

T: I totally agree, a child is a gift and one that should be appreciated. But i have kids because i have a uterus.. JUST??!! Have you seen that woman in the park? She's cripped and has a kid, you even wonder which kind of man convinced her to have sex let alone have the kid. They sit on the steps together, one just as helpless as the other? Really S.. what happens to that child?

S: shd i be denied the chance to have a child because I am disadvantaged? I wonder about these gifts, if I can have child why not?? why shouldnt i?

T: I totally agree. But what about the child? You can barely take care of yourself!

S: Well we all have faith. Isn't that what you are always saying?

B: I do not agree with the whole have kids because you can and you have a uterus. Thats like saying the guy raped the chick because he was horny.

T: thank you B. Mbu because he had the means he was well within whatever was "natural" to rape the chick!

S: still! You are being really unserious! T, u cannot tell me you do not have the physical, emotional, financial requirements to bring up the kid!

T: at this point, no and i dont know if i want to have one. i mean "all things are permissible but not all things are good, right?

COnversation got cut shot around there... places to go, things to do and what not.

But seriously, shd i have a kid "because i have a uterus?"

Medical hell!

2008-07-01T18:03:00.000+03:00

T: So i had to go see a medic.

M: So?

T: What?

M: Why are you telling me?

T: coz i have to bore someone with the mundane details of my life

M: If i tell you that i dont want to know, will that shut you up?

T: Has it ever?

M...........

T: Nuff said. So there I was innocently minding my own business

M: Gwe, all your stories start the same way!

T: I cant help it if I am infact innocently minding my own business when things happen to me

M: riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight

T: PLus, how am I ever going to get a fan club if I don't create like a catch phrase? like an intro and what not?

M: Again, riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight

T:So as i was saying, i was informed that i needed to go see a doctor.

M: Err.. I thought we were in the age of freedom of will and what not.

T: Tsk! Tsk! my poor deluded friend! when peeps tell you to go see the meidic, you say "ok". Dont go wasting time on what, when or whay. There's time enough fot that as you wait for the medic to actually SHOW.

M:OOOOo... one of those,huh?

T: Yeah.

M: I wonder why you keep going back to those lousy time wasters.

T: Me too

M: Gwe! I was still listening to u go on.. now u went silent!

T: Sorry, these jabs were getting to me.

M: Aha!

T: Dont "aha!" what happened to "Sorry T, is there anything i can do to lessen this burden?"

M: lol.. u know that isnt how i roll! LOL

As i speak me arm aches something fierce! they be switching between themselves. One hour left... next hour right.

And in the ka room where i was being given these jabs, they had to nerve to hang something along these lines up

" Happy are those who are sad. They will be comforted"

My brand Essay

2008-06-30T13:26:00.000+03:00

In other news... (and more importantly) new post on me other page! Yes....

I just landed on this thingy here. I was writing to impress some college, those days when i was young and impulsive. I think its incomplete... but hey! as i got nothing more interesting going on, i thought i would share....

“A brand is only as strong and as recognizable as the market in which it exists. If the brand can go beyond the confines of its immediate community and be appreciated much further away from home, it achieves wider market and the chance to survive, thrive and grow much larger than initially expected”.

Personal conviction

“Starbucks coffee” from Starbucks Corporation, Seattle, Washington, United States is one of the world’s most recognizable coffee brands. With 15,011 stores around the world, it would be impossible not to have heard about Starbucks coffee either through advertisement or an actual visit to the store. Starbucks stores have been continuously promoted as the “third place”: a place to go when you are not at home or work and is equipped to make you continuously enjoy the experience of drinking coffee. The simplicity in design of the stores makes them comfortable places to spend time in and the “call your order” culture, which allows you to make your beverage the way you want it has become an a selling point simply because of the variety available.

Everything about a typical Starbucks coffee store speaks of brand promotion and positioning right from store location, seating areas, counter set up, coffee mugs to staff dress. This essentially translates into promotion of the brand even while people walk away from the store and subconsciously passes on the message that one must go out and get Starbucks coffee irrespective of one’s geographical location, nationality, age or race. To crown it all, the staff of Starbucks Coffee stores are trained baristas (one who has acquired some expertise in preparation of espresso based coffee drinks) which ensures professionalism and gives the customer satisfaction that they are spending their dollars for real value.

I come from Uganda, East Africa where the notion of drinking carefully brewed coffee has not caught on fully. The coffee houses here primarily target urbanites mainly in the capital (Kampala) who for the most part include a host of expatriates and tourists. There are only about four individual coffee stores (with no chain stores) that expressly brand and export their coffee – “A 1000 cups”, “Café Pap”, “Ban Café” and “Rwenzori coffee house”. As a result, it is hard to pick up on and appreciate a particular brand of coffee blend

I did say it was incomplete... sorry

now, for a more complete post.. go here.... thank you.

Good news and a little help please?

2008-06-27T11:20:00.000+03:00

My friend had baby gal!! Yes.. all the baby showering thingies paid off! (yeah, i know, i had nothing to do with the actual process but yay!!)

I be wondering if they wil name kiddie after me? Talk about being problematic!! :-)

Iz just excited on her behalf, is all.

In other (and more important news), im looking for these books:

“The Lexus and the Olive Tree” by Thomas Friedman (2000, Anchor Books)

“The World Is Flat: A Brief History of the Twenty-first Century” also by Thomas L. Friedman

SO if you could loan me, or tell me where to buy'em (and yes i have already Amazoned them, there's a time constraint), I would be grateful!!

QN: does Aristoc have an online catalog? and if not.. WHY NOT?

Thank YOU

kyoka!

2008-06-26T08:24:00.000+03:00

Wasn't i there minding my own business this morning when my neighbor woke up with this urge to wake us up. EFFECTIVELY I might add.

You may be wondering what this considerate neighbor did. I will tell you. They turned on their radio LOUD (okay, everything sounds louder when you just woken up but still!) and our first "sample" was some rap i did not get, it rapidly digressed into chameleone screaming about things i have no idea about (as i do not understand swahili and i just do not get that rough as if unique voice. i use "unique" here sparingly).

So i did what any African would do to survive. And NO, although i did play with the idea of turning on me radio (which is WAY LOUDER) i did not, i turned inward and sought me ipod. (gwe chameleone in the morning, DO NOT even THINK IT)

SO i filled me dear abused ears with:

1. A Lot of Avril (problem is you end up being angry all day, chick has so much to say in her not exactly friendly way)

2. Timbaland ( Shock value album)

3. Alicia Keys (As i Am album)

4. Jordin Sparks

5. Lemar

6. Sean Paul

7. Mariah

8. Britney (yes, Nathan, you might have had a point all those months ago)

Songs I'm LOVING at the moment:

1. You Hang Up- shayne ward

Reminds me of my confused love and those days when UT (Uganda Telecom) had that thingy (calls free past 11).. ahh those were the days!

2. Pepperpot- Sean Paul

3. About You Now- Sugar babes.

Yes i listen to sugar babes, just like some people confessed to having "True lies" as a favorite movie.

4. How to touch a girl-Jojo

Clearly a girly song. Talking about appreciating whats on me mind, understanding me, appreciating who i am.

5.Bera nange-tronics

Reminds me of B2B and my sis. Chick isn't that much of a luganda speaker but this song just jams like a problem.

Anyone know how they came up with the name "tronics"?

6. Cant turn back the years- Joe and Do you remember- Deborah morgan

So love these versions.

7. One step at a time and Now you tell me- Jordin Sparks

Kid can sing and i am just grateful they kinda found songs that work with her. And lets be frank, a britney/aguilera would never have worked on her, her personality shines through.

And yes, as you might have surmised, i watch American idol like a problem (most of the time anyhu) was not much impressed by the last season though.

What you listening to?

hmmm

2008-06-25T10:07:00.000+03:00

So my friend says i shd come up with more creative titles for me posts... all iz saying, is, the spellings differ!!! ((sometimes)).. pay attn babe!

Yesterday, i went to national theater (yes, i know where it is) and i even wanted to go watch Duksey but somehow that did not work out. (for those of you, who do not know what national theatre is it is our equivalent of everything "theatre-tical". its olllllllllllllllllllllllllld and all of us had to perform there for school plays (depending on which primary school you went to) back in the day)... oooo those were the days!!

i just remembered something. One day(think i was abt 10) i'd gone to that place to watch a play (cant remember which) and the guy at the ticket collecting point done messed me up. The idea was for them to tear your ticket into two, keep one side and return the other.

Now, i think it didnt really matter which side got returned so i went on my merry way.

Yeah, u guessed it, the joke was on me.

I was happily chilling in my seat when i was booted. MBU i had a fake ticket. Apparently two of us had the same thingy and since the other peep had the "right" side, i was given floor duty.

I swear if i wasnt a good christian.......

Anyhu, back to my national theatre present day story. I went over and ended up attending Percussion Discussion Africa doing their thing. They are a Ugandan percusion band (yeah, not a really clever definition but what the heck :-) by the by, those are three different links, same story).

If you are into drums (engalabi and what not) , xylophones, saxophones, guitars, gourdy shapped thingies, with jumping about people, this is deeeeeeeefinatly place for u to go.

And im thinking, if you know some tourist, this too is an option for tuesday night, 8:00-9.30pm.

Lets see... highlights according to me...

*** they had these two guys perform towards the end of the show.. a fusion of percussion and rap. They were singing "Im on a mission, ready for revolution" ((oba when aint they?))

Rapped in French and Luganda. Not bad. Until we start talking about ghetto's ofcos.

Then the guy did the "koi koi" thing. Reminded me of story telling. Niiiiiiiiiice.

***** i keep telling y'al song writing isnt hard. These peeps (PDA) have a song called "Maria Zonalopa" which they wrote for some chick they landed on in Zanzibar (i think it was).

The gist of the song is (read chorus, which goes on for a relatively loooooooooong time) is
"Maria Zonalopa, Maria Zonalopa,Maria Zonalopa,Maria Zonalopa,Maria Zonalopa"

See? not hard!

In other news, i was asked if i was going to the brit. high commisioners place on thursday.
My answer "why?? what going down??"

Mbu cocktail.

Peeps have such faith in me. It was a one off!!

So..

2008-06-23T09:49:00.000+03:00

I was innocently driving me cousin to work (sunday morning) when this policeman decided to stop us.

Now, i saw guy flag us down and i thought, "yiii yiii! on sunday, nawe!!!"

fortunately for us, after listening to one to many peeps telling you "buckle up, its da law!" we were strapped in, so i knew guy wasnt going to grab us on that account. Then i also happened to be driving me mums car, chick is one of those law abiding citizens (also the car had just been to the garage so all its little chinks).

Here's an example, one saturday they were flagged down on Golf course road at that corner after the round about (the police is there Every SATURDAY so be ware: do not speed by or should you choose to, make sure your car moves fast!)

So they ask them why one of them wasnt strapped in (the usual "im sorry sir's" went down) then guy discovers that the 3rd party insurance thingy had expired. So, being Ugandan, he decides to negotiate a "one time payment" so she could be excused .

Unfortunately my mum is a firm believer in "Da LAw". so she fined herself (40k i think it is), paid her bill and got her insurance renewed. me... i'da prolly cried myself out of it :-) okay thats a lie, prolly wlda paid the guy... and above what he deserved.

SO anyhu back to my most recent escapade, guy walks around the car, takes a look at the insurance sticker and walks up to passenger window and asks for me permit. fortunately for me, i'd picked it up before i walked out of the house (but also have a copy of it in the car, so i was kinda sorted), he looooooooooks at the thingy (if you took got an id from MUK in like the last 5 years, the permit ones are oba an upgrade? they are naaaaaaasty).

He then proceeds to walk round the car again and comes back to ask if i had another sticker. I'm like "it should be the one you just looked at".

Now sincerly after they scrapped road liscence, wat OTHER sticker would i have???

My cousin concluded that he was seeeeeeeeeeeriously looking for a way to get paid. Got me permit and we went on our merry way... phew!

*******************
in other news i went to the queen's birthday celebration thingy at the high commisioners house. Now dont be slow and be asking what queen? i doubt the Nabagereka (Buganda Queen) has a high commissioner.

I had this conversation with a friend when i said
T: I am going to the queens birthday
G: Really? why is she having a party???

Yeah, do not be that SLOW!

It was really swanky but unbelievably boring and then it hit me why Ugandans never have fun at these things.
Correction: it was made clear to me why they never have fun at these things.

This was the complaint: The brits be stingy!!! they gave us weird looking tea on arrival (i liked it by the way, cold tea with oregano, cucumber and lemon), cheese( like 8 different kinds) and crackers (home made, no way u can forrrrrrge that quality), and snacks in little paper cones. Each thingy held two fries (chips) and two chicken fingers (which didnt really taste chickeny apparently).

looooooooooooots to drink though.

Things of note:
****the cheese and british regalia was flown in by DHL... so they got a BIG thanks. (wat happened to matooke? its home grown!)

*** First party i been to in a looooooooooong time that the cars outside actually matched the peeps in attendance. Usually there are waaaaaaaay more people than cars. This time they kinda matched up.

**** The british high commissioner is retiring so this was his almost last speech n presentation while in office.

*** saw the guy who gives u UK visa. SInce i have no plans of going, cldnt go up to him and ask for auto(graph)

*** the state minister of finance and development something is a veeeeeeeeeeeeeeryyy chatty guy. he and the wife... wanted to jazz all evening, as if we didnt have other plot. Left a friend talking to him, she rebuked me for jumping ship the next day.. clda ya blame me?

****peeps still stand according to race. all the light skinned peeps were on one platform. The ugandans huddled on another (not talking to each other) but still together.

thot that was interesting.

so, wat u up to?

2008-06-20T12:37:00.000+03:00

Funny things: statements

2008-06-18T08:35:00.000+03:00

"It’s my house and I live here…"

This is the opening line to Diana Ross’s “It’s my house”. Now honestly, I know we are told these were the days of pure unadulterated music genius but lets be honest for a minute.

“It’s my house and I live here”... Yeah, who else would?

I think this is what my communications lecturer was laboring to teach me when he spoke of rhetoric, those statements/questions that do not really need answer to. Actually this same lecturer, had he had access to this lyric, would probably have deleted the said line, he was a strong believer in Keeping It Short and Simple (KISS).

Upon further reflection, I think I should award my senior three (s.3) English teacher, Mrs. Kiwanuka kudos for teaching me about rhetoric. And yes, before you do the math, it took me all of 14 years to stumble across the said word. It fascinated me no end, especially because I did not know any one who actually used it in a sentence.

As in actually said things like “That was a rhetorical statement.” I guess we were all expected to know and understand what it was, without actually attaching a word to explain the situation, so to speak.

In fact, it was not until I got to university that I chanced upon a certain breed of scholars who took immense pride in using words like “rhetoric’. No, that’s not entirely true, I met people who said that group of the people used rhetoric like us mortals use “I”. The said breed were lawyers.

I had always viewed this breed as somewhat overbearing, verbose and generally unpleasant to be around but envied them because, if television is to be believed, they made loads of money and got to speak to many people at once. I always thought that would be a starting point in taking over government some day, having a platform to defend idealist ideas that would one day impact society and change lives for the better.

Those were the days of young impressionist dreams, I soon woke to the fact that life does not work like that, decisions do not get made by talking to a room full of people who have no choice but listen to you drone on and on about issues that are not really pertinent to them as the collective.

In a side note, not all lawyers know that many words and actually most can compete with you (with you being the winner) in using common English terms or what some authors refer to as “is and was” English.

Let’s back track a bit, I was actually going on about how musicians bore us by using up “quality” time by wasting beats on sentences that should not be included in the song to begin with or are just over repeated that you wonder what the initial point of the song was.

Here is a prime example.

“Around the word” Daft Punk.

This three word song made it to all the serious play lists when it was released. The guy sang (or rather replayed these three words) over and I think the song lasted more than 4 minutes.

I keep telling people I am going to write a song. Clearly it isn’t that hard to do! In fact I feel some words coming together now. Let’s see what I got.

I tell you my story ba guy! Check it!

Wasn’t I there chilling minding my own business when I realized ((realized realized) that

It’s so hot and dusty (dusty yeah).

Food on the low, fuel on the high and budget has holes (holes yeah)

When will I get my bit (bit yeah! Yeah… yeah!)

Heaven I need a hug (that one I stole)

Needs someone to explain to a poor African why?

Bridge

Why oooo why? Why don’t people understand that the zebra crossing (zebra) aint where they supposed to be no more?

That jams can be caused by “idols” who cannot sing and Africans who cannot drive when it has rained?

Why ooo why (yeah why?)

The other day, I tell u (tell us, tell us)

It hit me that tear gas isn’t such a bad thing (bad thing)

You see the police use it on everyone, including irate Mp’s

No one is safe my friends! So…

Why ooo why? Doesn’t anyone tell me before I walk into gas?

Why oooo why don’t they use laughing gas instead?

I mean cant we all just have fun?

See, international stardom here I come!!

Kissing, sex overrated...

2008-06-17T08:38:00.000+03:00

Here i conclude. Yes.

What i been watching...

2008-06-12T14:03:00.000+03:00

SO i decided that the only way to be unproductive was investing some time in movie watching.

I do not know if that makes me more idle or not. I do not know if by occupying my mind with ideas that have no bearing on my real life makes my life worth living or more interesting in some inane way BUT i decided twas worth doing.

After all most Peeps i know list movies as a hobby.

So this is what i have been watching.

Please note: i tend to watch weird movies. You know, those movies that even google might have not heard about ( okay, a bit of a stretch but hey!)

The Boondocks.

No surprise there, I'm sure. I walked into my library, looked the young man in the eye and asked for the Boondocks and made sure he gave me the right Boondocks (yes, there's more than one). I think he was wondering why I would ask for them, I do not think I come off as a very opinionated verbally unchallenged person, but i might be wrong.

I first started on this series around the time i begun blogging and Huey make me think of the 27th Comrade and I was so dying to meet him so I could see if he matched up in his real life.

Fortunately or unfortunately, he does not. He is just 27th. Turns out he also a bit mad about the Boondocks, so we share something. YAY!

The Boondocks revolve around this black family living in a white neighborhood and basically have a lot of sarcasm and satire going on and interesting way of explaining things.

If you remember the time R. Kelly was being admonished for pissing on that girl, Riley's explanation (in defense of R, of course was), you see piss coming and you move, its that simple.

Nice series that: aside from the Language of cos.

Apocalypto- directed by Mel Gibson

That intro alone should explain why i put myself through 3 days of watching the movie.

I am ashamed to admit... wait, lemme rephrase.. i am ashamed on Mel Gibson's behalf. I understand he is very good at directing and whatever he touches turns to gold (yeah, Passion of the christ was huuuuuuuge) but it seems me n Mel just do not understand each other.

Case in point: I slept through the Passion.

Another point: It took me 3 days to watch Apocalypto.

Qn: why is it in fast racy movies, we have the time to give a little bio about who we are? Arent we supposed to be running for our lives and what not?

The Box (could not find link but Gabriel Union was in this one)

Its basically about this crime scene that the police try to work out what happened. Its sooo bad its not even close to the Usual suspects level (me thinks that was the target)

Untraceable

Using the Internet as a live feed as a psycho kills people. Theory is, we cause our own deaths, it people did not want to watch death, people would not be watching.

Has serious YAWN moments.

The bee Movie

I watched this purely coz i wanted to see if sienfield could actually be funny.Im still on the fence.

Cartoon about bee's changing the world... kinda.

Run Fat boy Run

This, i was amused by the title... then i saw the fat boy in question and i had some doubts. I love british movies but this...

It's basically about this chap (Denis) who keeps running from his responsibilities (namely almost-wife and son) and about him finally taking responsibility for his actions or lack there of.

I think i just made it sound interesting :-)

Randomzy!!

2008-06-11T09:34:00.000+03:00

So there i was wondering what i was going to do with my evening when it hit me! Okay, technically my cousin sms'd to ask what i was up to ( as if she did not know I was sitting in my room! kyoka some people).

But then again, perhaps I am viewed as the epitome of Kewlness and all things hip which is why I get those questions about what is happening in Kampala. That and the fact that i usually be reading entertainment sections (yeah, i have this hope that something interesting MIGHT actually happen).

So anyhu, i tell her i was considering heading over to cheese bar for movie night and she agrees to walk over with me. We organize our walking shoes and gaily take a stroll.

About 15 minutes into our stroll and countless stories later, it hits me that we are absolute idiots. Okay, absolute is abit too strong, but slow we were.

It being a TUESDAY, there were no movies at cheese night. (yeah, heroes day done messed us up) but not to worry, Cousin had the hook up. Apparently tis movie night at club Cascades, so 20 minutes and one jam later, there we were.

Guess what was showing... No, not that Samantha one (read sex in the city)... Indiana Jones and the manya crystal skull thingy. YES! And all for less than 11k!

And guess what? Popcorn is on the house!!!!! Yes, in case you did not know this, I am in love with the thingies... and the freerer the better!

Unfortunately (yes i will be killed for this), Indiana jones was not that impressive. I had been warned to go in with no expectations, which is what i did, but man! about 20 minutes into the movie i was itching to log onto fring but i hads to show some respect for the freebies.

It finally picked up when i recieved me popcorn :-) (trade secret: if you want me to sit through whatever torture you have lined up, give me popcorn) but on a more serious note, it picked up towards the end (tis one of those movies that picks up after an hour, according to me)...

You may now crucify me, but i have said my piece. TAKE THAT!

Randomsie

2008-06-09T12:17:00.000+03:00

this morning as i was drawing the curtains i remembered the time a friend and i were almost nabbed for shop lifting.

Yeah.. shock! Gasp!

Actually, the more shocking part was that the security camera's were actually working.

i guess i should tell you what happened and this is actually what happened and as per usual I was the innocent party.

My friend had to pick up something (cant remember what now) so we walked around the store and i picked up a packet of Dorito's i think they were. So we walk around and i decide that i did not want them any more so i put'em back on the shelf.

As we lining up at the counter, this chick walks up to us and grabs my bag. I was in sooooooooooooooo much shock i just looked at her. Then she turns to me friend and does the same thing.

The stupid Ugandan had more or less man (okay, possession) handled us!! Its a times like those that i thank the good Lord I'm a good christian (most times) and I'm naturally mellow otherwise I would have created a scene... a major one of "please come back n shop worth 200k" ones.

I always think it odd when you are busy minding your own business in a store and then someone walks up to you and advises you not to shop at the store for one reason or another. They generally decampaign the shop sooo badly you wonder why they are there.

I recently felt like setting camp in an optician's office. See, less than a month ago, some amount of money had been spent in the said office and the frame's'd developed a problem. (one nose bud (i think theyz called) had broken off. So i walk into the store, this is how the convo went.

T: Hi!! ((bright n chirpy! i hear it wins'em over))

Attendant: Hello ((clearly looks unimpressed))

T:SO i have this problem with this thingy here (pulls out spects))

A: Did you get them here or at lugogo?

T: Lugogo (it matters how? its the same store, duh!))

A: Okay, u need to pay 5k!

T: What????!!!! i spent this much (pulls out receipt) less than a month ago and your lousy frame has issues already and u want me to pay 5k?!!! Are you mad????

A: No, but those ones dont come with a waranty or maintenance thing set up.

T: Yeah, so what?? I just spent dimes on you! There is no waaaaaaaaaay im spending again so soon.

A: ((sighs)).. okay... lemme see what i can do but you may still have to pay.

T: You'd beta, son! (mumbled under breath)

I came back 20 minutes later and at first chick was giving me attitude (prolly coz i was the freebie getting peep). I had just about made myself comfortable to assure everyone who walked in not to use them and with their traffic, my little campaign would have been damaging, then she gave me the pair.

So i walked back a happy peep.

But back to my shoplifting story. I still cant believe they thought that of us... by the time i'm there, i have the dimes, hello!!

Maybe it was the way i was dressed..... maybe.....

Writing my song

2008-06-06T10:07:00.000+03:00

In the background R. Kelly is singing "come on and braid my hair" (I wish-R kelly) and I wonder how someone slips lines such as these into serious sounding songs.

I'm guessing our equivalent would be "come we play omweso" (I have not worked out how it would fit in that particular melody, but I am working on it!!))

I'm guessing also that the braiding hair thing was used because of the "cultural significance" it holds. I can only conclude (after zillions of hours spent consuming American inspired television) that this process of "braiding hair" (read plaiting biswahilli) is actually cool.

I beg to differ. From personal experience, I know it is not a fun bonding moment. Its painful and for a few days, your head looks really creepy. In addition, if your head happens to be Anti biswahilli (read not perfectly shaped), your hair dresser (hair designer expert person) will mess you up with their own design of grandeur that leaves you looking less than pristine.

It is times like those when repeatedly saying things like "since i do not have to see myself, its other people who suffer" become your mantra, a little chant you say before you leave your house.

But back to my "Omweso" (its an ancient mancala game played in Uganda. find out more here). I'm thinking maybe it will not sell as much because it is not measuring up to the required "hair braiding thing". What would our equivalent then be?

I keep listening to Ugandans sing about growing up in the ghetto and the projects. I smile to myself because it is at moments like that that I realise that i am not in touch with my hoodies! (no, not the jumper/sweater concoctions-i think hoodies is a variation of homies which came from home boy's which i think came from kids off the block :-) ))

Please note: key word "think". I'm sorry, i cannot be bothered to google origins at the moment.

So anyhu, i do not get why we all want to add such lingo to our songs. It sells in the States and where ever because they are talking about their lives.

Here you have people talking about "keeping it real, and growing up in the ghetto's and runnin game with'em gangs and me mumz hangin at the corner praying i'd make it back each day.. gang violence and drive by's being all they iz" most of these "real artists" prolly never even done these things.

There are those who LOOK like they might have, I wont name names but they usually spot dreadlocks, heavy ganja inspired motifs, weird dem accents, grovel sounding voices and spot a "na byn na jamaica, ba i spik dem ire, jah bless" attitude.

what about being original? But wait, will that actually sell my music here? Every wanna be wants to go to the US of A by association through my song. SO i gots to rock the dollar bills side of the scope, sucks like a problem but hey...

we are in music for the money, not to change the world with the words of wisdom we pass on, right?

my most senseless post ever...

2008-06-04T13:28:00.000+03:00

Coming up short .......... Aptly stolen...

Have you ever noticed that right before you get rejected by somebody (coz really, things cant reject you.. well.. if you dont count that chair that breaks down on account of its not expecting such an enthusiastic embrace by certain body parts), you get smaller envelopes?

yeah, im sure you have no idea what im going on about. Well niether do i but.. im hoping by the time I'm done, it will make some sence.

In addition to running low on blog mogo, i have just concluded, no reconfirmed that i must have some of the slowest friends on plannet earth. Yes, i know... i say this atleast once every two months but sometimes they reach me here!! (there's a direct translation in there somewhere)

Now, anyone within 5 minutes of me has heard me go on about my friends baby shower (yes, two months later, we are still "discussing") and most of the time i end up leaving a "brb" hanging on my IM window because i just cannot stand these conversations any more.

I cannot STAND them! i just cannot BEAR them! i leave feeling ill... ill in a "imma-puke-all-over--you kinda way.... my brain is tired and my body just rejects everything. Thats the level of "disturbment" these conversations wreck.

so my brilliant friend M, decides today that she thinks this whole chain email thingy isnt working. im like "really??? babes, i noticed that like at the start! if it has taken you TWO MONTHS to figure that out....."

And then she has the nerve to gigle. WHATS WITH GIGGLING? i mean really.. that wasnt a giggle moment! infact, nothing calls for a gigling moment!

The discussion became so bad that the mother to be has decided that she has to take control of the matter. We give her dimes, she cooks simple.

I feel bad abt that, its her day and what not. SO she should be sitting somewhere, legs up.. but no..we all be too lazy to say "no, u chill.. we will work this out"

Nkoye! if it wasnt for the fact that they want money from me, i would not turn up.

Innnnnnnnnnnnfact, all they want from me is money. So i dont know why i cant drop by the house, drop the dimes n not turn up to the doo.

In other somewhat related news, i got invited to a girly night out. I think i got the invite coz i happened to be on a chain email list. I thought it would not be a bad idea but now with the above (baby shower madness) happening, i am not moving an inch for anyone.

yesterday i had a meet with some old uni mates and what not. Started late in true African fashion and as i already had an appointment, i did the " i have to run thingy" thing.

The weird thing was that at that particular meet i felt like i was weeeeeeeirding everyone else out.

You know that feeling like everyone is tiptoeing around you, like u r the "not-fit-in-kid" so everyone is tryna find something to talk to you about? It doesnt matter that you spent three years together at UNi, u just sort of never clicked then and sure as heck aint clicking now.

So even if i did not have an appointment, i would have probably forged some reason to bounce... yeah, im considerate like that.

Prolly the reason i dont get invited to pish poshy do's! I mean, come on! even chamileon gets in! ooo wait.. thats coz he's supposedly a popular muscician... i forget.

But i gots people skills!!! that has to count...

well maybe not.

I went to this BBQ one time (mbu i needed to do my part in building my friend base) so i decided to go. I just wanted to get out of the house that day, so i guess that was more the seal factor more than anything else.

SO we gets there.. interesting music.. more silence than not. All the peeps were way younger than me (wail waiiiiiiiil) okay.. most a year younger, still counts according to me and after a while i realised that my employee status worked against me.. well that, in addition to other things.

If i had been a tall,gangly acholi or plumpish button nosed muhima, then maybe i would have had higher chances of being a hit.

SO i stand around n i realise that i dont work for PWC (PriceWaterhouse Coopers) or E&Y (Ernst and Young), or NSSF (National Socail Security Fund) or URA (Uganda Revenue Authority)... yeah, its amazing how you do not REALIZE that about yourself until every one starts talking shop.

And YOU know that you could actually direct conversation but are not interested in doing so....

yes, this is what us wall flowers like to think :-)

i thinks this is the point were i turn inward, to reflect on the nothingness within.

QN...

2008-06-02T09:40:00.000+03:00

Before that.. i just read the funniest thing this morning. Well in addition to reading a story about how Ugandan children work on rock piles and earn 100 shs. per bucket and how (according to story) the Ugandan government is not doing anything to solve the problem. No matter how much talking is done, their situation remains unchanged. read full story here.

The funny thing i read involves some Japanese guy who found some chick living in his closet. Apparently he kept wondering why his food kept disappearing so he set up some surviallance and watched as someone walked around his home and made themselves comfortable.

The sad part is she didnt have a place to stay and had been living in his house for close to a year (not all at one time, mind). The police suspect she had been "house hoping". in some weird way that made me think of "bar hoping" and the excitement with which some people approach it.

The weird part: imagine someone knowing every intimate detail about you like alllllllllllll the time and you do not even know they are watching you. Kinda like big brother without you having to 'fake" any responses :-)

My Qn: would you tell your love that he/she is not a good kisser?

Dress my Nest.

2008-05-29T08:40:00.000+03:00

I was innocently minding my own business, enjoying my space as it were when I chanced upon style network on Dstv. I know, I don’t seem style conscious and most of the time I’m not. Actually that’s not accurate, I’m not fashion conscious in a way that I will see some article of clothing and know it’s a Vera Wang or Gucci. I mean, the only way I know is if I see some really bad print with the name plastered all over the place. Whatever happened to being understated?

I think I would be interested in African designers and I’m not talking about that Congolese man on Kampala road (assuming that is where he still is) next to Biplus. I understand he is a wizard when it comes to clothes. Going on what I see in that area (kitenge central) I don’t know if that saying anything for the man’s talents.

So I’m looking for someone locally who can do a good job and have the clothes made. As far as I know Suubi of the New vision does great sketches. Must see about hooking up with her some time. To what occasion I will wear her fabulous clothes I have no idea but then again, I hear a girl can’t have enough clothes.

The style network is just that a combination of all things stylish from person (body) to house. There are a number of things you could learn actually.

The one series that got me into trouble recently was “style my nest” with Thom Filicia. It’s about him taking ideas about who you are, what you want and translating that into a space, (in your house obviously) that you would feel comfortable with. He preaches balancing your personality with space available and puts to rest some design myths.

Some times his ideas will work other times you go like “huh??” It does not help matters that his assistants are usually there to boost his ego. It’s like they are programmed to say “your work in beautiful Thom, you go boy!” every time he asks “what do you think?”

So after one too many (okay too few because they repeat the episodes all too frequently) I decided that the house needed an over haul. A complete re-organization so to speak. So I enlisted the help, albeit half heartedly, of my comrades and we started (actually more accurately I) started on this project.

Four hours later, I only had this to say: Ouch! Back. Aches. Dirty. Tired. Cant. Keep. Eyes. Open.

I got rid of so much clutter its amazing but if you came see the space I was working in, you would ask just what I did because interestingly enough aside from actually seeing the floor, it looks exactly the same.

It was then that I discovered how much of a hoarder our combined selves are. The African mentality of saving for a rainy day is still very much in evidence. There is stuff in this house we use once in maybe 2 years, if that but its still sitting here, gathering dust and making the house look much busier than it really is.

I just think its time to move on from certain things. Which reminds me, I understand there’s going to be a yard sale of sorts at KPC central so if you have stuff to get rid of, this might be a good time to do so.

Another show on the channel is “clean House”. I like this one. I had always thought Americans believed in sparsely populated houses probably because all my sightings have been through magazines. The guests on this show take the lived-in look to another level. So the “clean house crew” comes in, listens to the needs/wants of the family, clears the house, has a yard sale, money raise goes into recreating the space they are working on, then family moves back in, everyone’s happy.

The problem is when they team is done, your house looks like magazine material. We keep on wondering if they ever go back to check on those people because it would be interesting to see if they actually stuck to what changes were brought on.

So if your feeling inspired to change the way your house looks, take a peek if you can. You might learn more than you bargained for.

Discovery, really??

2008-05-27T07:24:00.000+03:00

I recently read that archaeologists in Cairo recently discovered an alabaster head of Cleopatra and a mask thought to belong to her lover Mark Antony have been found near Egypt's Mediterranean city of Alexandria.

Quick history lesson, Cleopatra was the queen of Egypt some good time ago. Nuff said.

I would really like to stop the explanation there but I guess that I should make the Mark Antony connection for you. He was her lover and as it goes with these stories, it ended in tragedy. He commits suicide along the way and she kills herself shortly after.

Talk about predictability. When haven’t these “tragedy’s” ended any other way... but if you really think about it, is it tragic to end your life? To take control of the situation? I don’t know if it’s better to live your whole life waiting for the guards (once there’s a violent change in government) to take spears or daggers to your neck.

I say... good for you! Don’t ever let anyone determine your sell by date!!

Another somewhat important connection here (Mark Antony and Cleopatra) is a play written by William Shakespeare titled Mark Antony and Cleopatra (I know, sometimes picking names for plays is soooo easy, they like suddenly leap off a page and you think “yes this will do nicely!”)

Did you know that Cleopatra hooked up with her brothers/husbands Ptolemy XII and Ptolemy XIII? Although apparently there is a possibility these marriages were not consummated and in case you are wondering, no, they did not have any children ( her and the brothers).

Imagine this today… in the name of cementing your future as president (a bit of a stretch that, lets bring it down to Cultural leader) you align with your brothers or sisters. African culture would NEVER allow that to happen regardless although I’m not sure it never ever did…

Kind of how certain people frown at the thought of and existence of prostitution claiming that it isn’t African. My question is by saying this, are you implying that it is one of those things “those people” taught us? One of those habits “those people” brought with them that we took to because we did not know any better?

A barefaced lie if ever there was one.

First off the actual definition of prostitution is hard to come by. It has been defined as the act of offering your body (usually women) for money but with sexual diversity being what it is, men do sell their bodies as well for money. Sometimes the motivation for prostitution is not money per se; it might be sexual gratification for example.

As it is usually associated with lewdness and promiscuity, when a woman marries a man for his money and thus sleeps with him to ensure her place in his life, is that too prostitution? Or is she exempted?

I don’t know why our minister of integrity and what not is bent on acting like this does not exist or if he does acknowledge it, he doesn’t want to give them a chance to mobilize themselves. Every body has a right to assemble and what not.

I know, I over extended the history lesson and got carried away telling you about other things and notions I have. Back to the discovery, I have always wondered if I would have made a good archeologist or if I or anyone I knew ever wanted to be one. The idea of digging holes and studying bones just never appealed to me.

Okay, that’s not entirely true, after one too many episodes of CSI and Silent witness, I tend to convince myself that I could have actually become a pathologist and then I remember the state of the Uganda police and decide it surely isn’t worth it.

I understand this discovery is a huge deal because of what it represents in terms of history and our understanding of Cleopatra and Mark Antony and what not.

Unfortunately for me, the moment I hear the word, discovery, I tend to snigger. That history lesson in P.3 (I think) cured me of all illusions. John Hanning Speke and his buddy's discovered the source of the Nile, some other chap the Nile itself. I keep wondering how the natives had missed it all those centuries before.

Just because you give something a name does not mean people did not know about it before or did not refer to it in some other way.

In addition, no offence intended and what not, no one really knows what Cleo looked like so for all intents and purposes shall we just go around branding any old head we find Cleopatra?

Disclaimer: the author is not a history nut.

Research...

2008-05-22T16:25:00.000+03:00

Today i was chatting with a chap who let me know that he didnt want a "dumb woman". When i asked him for a definition, this was his answer :

"those who think every thing good comes from the husband from pants to pads"

His arguement is they take leave of their brains and insist on milking him as the man.

I was amused by this no less... so i asked this qn: do u mean to say ur wife shd not rely on u in any way?

Its one of those yes/no questions.

SO im asking for your opinion on the matter... just how much should you rely on your partner and more especially in this age of "emancipation" and what not.

Messages im tired of recieving...

2008-05-20T20:59:00.000+03:00

Win 2 tickets each for the new Indiana Jones movie premiering at Cineplex. Type Ij3 and send to 8198. Fifty pairs to 2 be won. The more you send, the better ur chances.

Qn: I'm a bit lost at "win 2 tickets each".. just how many of us have access to this number?

Come 2 the kirk Franklin Show! Pass this SMS 2 a pal & enter a draw 2 win 100k airtime or 2 tickets! Type KIRK yr pal's no. & send to 8008 e.g KIRK 07110000

First time i was like "pass this SMS"... eh! then it hit me that example listed looked suspiciously like a number cheri used to have... hmmm!

During Akon period i got this one:
0754889203 invites U to Akon. U are now in a DRAW for a FREE TICKET. Invite a Pal, Type AKON A PAL's Celtel no. to 8198. (e.g Akon 712....))

Kati, im not on celtel for very good reasons... hello!

I must have deleted the MOST annnnnnoying on them all. Every saturday i get one from DMARK people telling me to gamble on soccer. EVERY SATURDAY at about 10 am.

Tukoye!

Isnt there something we can do about these things? Isnt there a way you can get off these mass marketing campaigns? Dee... isnt there a way??????

i mean, its evading my private space and what not, right? what happened to only receiving messages from people you actually gave your number to? Not these chaps who you subscribe to and suddenly you spend countless hours deleting irrelevant messages from your already too small inbox!

*** in unrelated news, i hear Uganda police marine unit only has 4 professional scuba divers. FOUR. what is interesting, according to me anyhu, is they are all from Northern Uganda. what gives???

Review: Cassia Lodge

2008-05-19T23:47:00.000+03:00

So Sybella and I went pancake looking for today... After boldwins closed down, we are still looking up some nice pancakes.. we are talking lumberjack style, not those french crepe thingies.

I heard from a mutual friend that Cassia Lodge in Bunga was the place to check out so as niether of us is familiar with this particular part of the city, we set off on our adventure. I actually think i ought to confess that we had first set out looking for some other place, but thats a whole other story.

Hint: do not ever ask some one who does not drive or has more interest in her nails than in actual directions to give you directions.

Our directions were pretty simple, get to Bunga and look for the shell. The place is after the shell... simple.. NOT!

The directions should have been given out as follows...

Friend: Do you have access to a car? Either your own or your work vehicle or suliaman's (special guy)?

T: Err... why?

Friend: Im guessing thats a no. Okay.. do u know a boda boda guy in the area?

T: heck no! i dont live anywhere near that place!

Friend : Hmmm... okay maybe i should have started by asking just how much are you willing to invest in transport????

((((T... making unintelligent noises...)))

what's that? Not a lot, huh? then this here place... isnt the place for you!!

Gwe, that place isnt near!! Or maybe i dont think it is because i live within 20 minutes of town in a reeeeeeeally bad jam.

SO anyhu, we finally made it to Cassia Lodge (( just seen on their web page that they are actually in Buziga.. had i known!!)) anyway tis pweeeeeeeeeeety!

Sorry, i had err... lost it for a moment there...

its really nice, its silent and if you really want to spend hours sightlessly staring into some person's dreamy brown eyes, this is the place to do so.

its really set in browns and dark woods and stone. Really nice.

Enough gushing... you must be wondering about the food. Yes, i was also wondering as we were walking in because i was hoping it was not a rerun of Emin pasha.

Tiny rant... Emin pasha is one spot you cannot catch me dead at again. The food is cartoon (little) for many dimes ( i know they assume by the time i'm there i have the dimes but still! that is no excuse to serve me one pea in "creamy" soup and charge 20k) in addition to which, the uniforms are the most disrespectful uniforms i have ever had the misfortune to come across.

It is for this reason that i boycott this place. I'm pro niche creation and all that but i draw a line on reminding us of pre-colonial days when we were forced to serve our "masters" because we did not know any better or we were treated like we did not know any better (whichever works).

In my head i can just hear this chap going " ahh yes a-master! yes-sir-no-sir"

But back to Cassia Lodge, we decided to have a whole buttered tilapia (had some fancy name i cant remember) and fish fingers and fries (please note, twas a kiddie portion).

while we were waiting for the food to arrive (yes, tis one of those places you go to jazz kubanga the food can take foooooooooorever!) this couple arrives. nice looking couple

Syb thinks the guy was extremely weak coz he sat down before madam. I didnt think much of them until i realised the guy was playing with his phone, as if drawing attention to the fact that it came with multiple tones!

The chick looked bored, for world cup. I swear, these things of taking me to a classy place to impress me when u aint paying attention to me or you think im not interesting enough to hold your attention aint called for!

I almost invited them to join our table. they really looked like they needed help.

They eventually switched tables, im guessing they were envious of our KB and decided to move.

The food.....

The highlight of the evening was when we ordered the traditional Dame blanche, i think its called. the description said it was ice cream with chocolate something or other and had something Belgiumy in it.

Here is proof that ignorance surely is bliss.

it looks really good there but what it really is TWO scoops of ice cream (that tasted like a cross between firenzi, simka and Farm fresh) with some chocolate syrup splashed on it.

I will not tell you how much it cost because trust me, the price was for world cup!

I keep telling this gal (syb) we should just go buy a tab of ice cream.. naye neeeeeeeyvah to listen.

Important note: If you are looking for a hideout (classy one, not one of those where mama brown (chick who sells food really cheap and always has loud people coming and going) might be around the corner or sula is next door selling rolex) check it out.

I need to focus some: yes prices... anywhere between 8k to 25k on the food.. drinks from 2k to 45k.

Anha!

2008-05-19T13:53:00.000+03:00

I know size can be daunting but don’t worry, I love you.
Penguin-Happy Feet (cartoon)

The debate about someone’s height in a relationship has always gone on. It probably will till go on till the end of time. I have many people to blame for this debate. Let me list the people I think ought to be strung out for making height such an issue.

Older children. When I was much younger and much shorter and in elementary school, our school canteens were fashioned for the taller kids. I’m guessing the idea was to make it as hard as possible for children with sticky fingers to get away with swiping the samosa’s (beef and rice) , meat pies and bean pies (yes, we had bean pies, don’t know who came up with this idea, but apparently they sold like hot potatoes).

Some of these clearly ingenuous children decided that they would help you (short peep) out by ordering whatever you wanted for you. Such helpers these children were.

The problem was that after a while you would notice that your long awaited for bean pie was not making an appearance and you had actually lost sight of the helpful Samaritan. Given that we were over 2800 kids, I always wondered how anyone would be so trusting when you did not have a hope in hell of finding your Samaritan.

I think I ought to point out that I was never a victim; even then I could spot a line.

Biology teachers. Now, I was never one for sciences but I did pay attention that one biology lecture when some person I can’t remember labored to explain X n Y chromosomes and manya things that determined your hieght ratio, so to speak. I remember thinking at the time “Now how did math enter biology?”

I labored to understand the concept until I finally picked up on the whole probability of having short children because I happened to hook up with a guy who has some repressed short gene along the way with decides to hook up with a very dominant short gene at mine.

Genes. Yes, God’s way of putting us together. This detail that determines that some people can be tall and light like you or short and dark or whatever.

Friends. Ever notice how your group of friends seems to balance out physically? You all cannot be tall and slim or tall and built or short and pudgy. There’s always the one extreme of all of you, the tall slim one, the short pudgy one, the light one, the dark one.

So really when you think about it, you would feel extremely weird for you to turn up with someone who is about your height and you happen to be the shortest in the group added to which, they make comments like “ hey shorties! What’s going on??” or “You guys look soooo cute together! Like kindergarten children holding hands!!”

And then, as if to emphasize your short stature, they form a sort of protective circle around you. You go places and then you realize that you are always in the middle of the circle or the middle of the line and you think “awww! That’s so sweet!”

But on some other level you are wondering why your height or lack there of is such a big deal. Why is it now that your love is about your height, suddenly everyone thinks you cannot take care of yourself?

Personal conviction. After years of letting height work for you or against you, you suddenly believe it is suddenly the thing that contributes to what decisions you take on in your life.

So you decide that you are going to be the coolest singer and stage presence person, regardless of your height or lack there of.

The problem with this personal conviction angle is well, it’s you making up your mind about number issues and there is only so much a person can do as a result.

So this is my most valuable tip ever ... Get over it!

Around and about...

2008-05-16T11:25:00.000+03:00

I went shopping for a present yesterday. Apparently when people are in the process of little people acquisition, we show our support by splashing a few shillings around the place.

The number of shillings you spend of course depends on who you are, who you are spending on and why (yes and why) and who the other people spending are.

I have gone to countless parties where you are expected to present gifts but you are shy to because Sheila buy’s her gifts from banana boat (and thus you assume she spent millions) while you went to the friendly alley shop and spent your hard earned shillings.

When the gift getter opens the presents, you cringe and ask yourself why they could not open them later when all of you have returned to what ever dark hole (thanks to Umeme) you reside in.

One thing I have learnt from gift presentation though is, especially when you are giving the gift to a lady, they will probably work out how much you spent anyway so you should not apologize for being so cheap. A guy will probably never stop to think about just how much you spent, chicks just need to glance at it to know that you spent a paltry 3k on them.

This is one of the reasons I feel sorry for boyfriends and more so when their “gift” gets displayed to everyone. When your gal knows you have spent on her, she will gladly show off her latest acquisition but if on the other hand she knows how much you did not spend, you will never see the said gift again, unless of course you ask after it and she has not thrown it away or loaned it to her cousin who lives in the village.

I think there’s nothing worse than your friends eagerly asking what present your boo got you and you are too shy to show it to them especially when your friends don’t like him to begin with. It’s like giving them unqualified incentive NOT to like him even more. You go to sleep listening to things like “yeah he doesn’t appreciate you. Can u imagine he spent 1k on you. Even Kasim (Nail design expert) spends more than that! (When he is attempting to kwana you).

So anyway, I made my purchase (thank you very much friend) and I am happy with it. I have gotten over the whole “you did not spend on me!” thing.

I am a big believer in “it’s the thought that counts” theory and no that is not an attempt by me to get out of giving you expensive presents and what not. I just believe it’s really about how what I give you will help you not about how much I spent but that’s just me. There’s no point in spending 50k on you and then you use my gift once and that’s it. But that’s just me.

In the process of present buying and shopping, we walked passed a popcorn stall (some how it sounds more interesting if you call it a stall) so I decide to purchase some of these really nice tasting corn things.

I pull out my 500sh coin and debate on how much I should spend. I have a theory when it comes to such things. There really isn’t that big a difference in how much the chap will give you, should you buy popcorn for say 200sh as opposed to 100sh or 300sh as compared to 200sh. So I like to find the middle ground so I stick to the even amounts.

I think I should also confess that I wanted to find out if they (popcorn vendors) in town had started curtailing their portions unfairly like the vendors near my home. I am glad to report that these ones have taken it to another level. Even the popcorn paper bags have shrunk!!!! I hear fuel prices and food shortages have affected their capabilities. Hmmm... That’s all I’m saying.

In other news, I begin to think we need new places to hang. Scratch that... I KNOW we need new places to hang. Thursday’s plot usually involves a stint at Stake out.

I present my complaints (a very modest few).

One: the waiting on service leaves a lot to be desired most of the time. Except yesterday when for the first time in like years, about 5 waiters asked if we had placed our orders. I think it’s because Mr. B2B was not there but I might be wrong.

Two: what’s with the security guards going like “My friend!” so excitedly every time you turn up? I mean, I know all you want is a few coins so you can smoke or something, enough with the false friendliness!!!! Besides, as far as I know, you get paid, right?

Three: Price fluctuations... what gives? I know coke and Pepsi increased their retail price by 100sh. Did you have to go increase yours by another 500sh. It was already 1000sh (yes, 500 more) now it’s a whole 1000sh more!

I think I finally understand what you trying to tell me, its expensive hanging out with you. Never fear, I know some place where sodas are still 600sh and they would be happy to receive my coins, so there!

Four and more importantly, what’s with the MUSIC? You proclaim a rock night and yet the rock songs actually played can fit on my fingers (one hand by the way) and the biggest insult of all is your darn DJ has not changed his play list in over a month. Has he not learnt that he can change it up a bit?

We are still in the process of deciding what to do with you (most probable out come is, we bounce which is okay, I know we do not contribute that much but we are still paying customers).

We are thinking we should send Heaven! to sort you out. Heaven.. the name alone should work miracles and sort out the music to include sensible music like daughtry, three doors down, alanis, the fray, breaking benjamins, nickleback,.. can go on forever . but then with her beauty and innocence, it would be automatic that he would do what he can to please her , we would have our music.. and everyone would be happy.

Sooooooooooooooooorted!

my money!

2008-05-14T10:08:00.000+03:00

I went as if assignment hunting for a few days ago and it is such journeys that convince me that i would not make a good personal banker.

For those of you who do not know about personal bankers, they are those bankers that deal with you individually (im guessing their title sort of explained it before i did :-) )

im told its a posh job, i would not know, i havent ever been one let alone worked in a bank. All i know about banks is, they are apparently that place your money stays and gets deducted without you intending for it to happen.

Yes, i know i sound like i never go to the bank... no scratch that.. like i know the inner workings of banks. No, im merely a long suffering on-again-off-again client (more off than on) because really, i dont have money to put in the bank and the way i see it, my few binusu (coins) will not go very far in the investment chain thingy banks have going on.

i have had this debate with myself a number of times, this debate about signing up so i can finally use an ATM and see what millions of Ugandans line up each day to have access to and ofcourse be a benefitiary of those white envelopes banks seem to have in boundless supply. Another incentive has been the whole clean bank notes thing but from discrete inquiries i find that banks do not neccesarily give you clean notes and about the only trust worthy bank (in this regard) is Bank of Uganda (BOU). I hear you can walk into that bank and ask for some money. i stress i HEAR, i do not know this for fact.

I can shamelessly say im one of those people who will follow groups of people just to find out where they are going, it does not matter that the said group might be going in the opposite direction, as long as i have the time, i might be convinced to go along to figure out what these upstanding citizens are on about. Language is never a problem mind, i figure my brain can sort out everything basing on gestures and what not.

So yes, i would probably join the bank so i can finally hold and admire the pink atm card (diva card- standard chatered bank) or the purple one (prestige, Barclays)... the other blue normal ones are so done. I am curious about a centenary bank card, though, if their coprate colours are any indication of the design of the card, im would gladly sign up to become a member of this bank (failed to get an image, the colors are a mix of oranges and purple).

However, my main problem remains, i do not have the money and after my sister , who ironically works in a bank, encouraged me not to use a bank, i have taken to personal banking.

I borrow the word "banking" with great respect. My method is effective and saves money.

WHen i make transactions, i do not pay anything in handling fees and i do not have to worry about exchange rates and transfer fees and atm machines retriving cards at will and what not. I do not need to que and look on jelously as people go and have cozy conversations with bank managers because they are prestige clients or have more money than me, thats the bottom line, isnt it?

I do not have to worry about cashiers or security personell who look me up and down and dismiss me because of the questionable state of my jeans and shoes (its hard out here in muddy err. dusty kla, namwe!). I do not have to worry about endless account numbers and having ink splattered across my palm as i try to find one pen that works so i can fill in my information. I do not have to worry about lowering my voice to ask for a pen when my industrious "fix pen" franchise in the banking hall fails to produce atleast one pen that works and have the lady i ask assure me in the relatively quiet banking hall.

I think this works well. when i need to pay someone (yes, even us with coins have to pay bills at some point) i walk into persons bank and pay direct. EFFECTIVE.

The only for seeable challenge is when i recieve a cheque (which has only happened about 6 times in my life) so i suspect as this is clearly not a regular occurance, im sorted. I think i can afford to open an account then, for that special reason, i will urge whoever is paying me to up the payment by like a 10k so i can afford to open the account on which i will bank the cheque... yes, i think that will work nicely.

im done!

2008-05-13T13:33:00.000+03:00

I gave the sun to you, you said it was too bright
I gave you diamond rings, you said they didnt shine
I gave my world to you, But you said it's not enough
til you do me right, baby face

I could not believe it when you said you wanted to spend forever with me. I could not believe that there was nothing you wanted me to change about who I was, where I was going or what I was doing.

I could not believe you wanted me for me.

I thought you were everything I could ever possibly need. I thought you were the absolute cheese, you, my misunderstood love.

But that all changed… it took some time but it all changed.

It changed because it slowly dawned on me that I was not strong enough to put my foot down about certain things and I let you get away with so much.

It changed because I was not honest enough with myself to admit that we were too different to fit.

I thank you for opening my eyes my love. For making me realize that the problem was not with me.For making me understand and appreciate who I am.

I thank you letting me realize that I do not need to give people excuses to appreciate me for me, for making me understand that I don’t need to hold any one’s hand… for making me finally know that the highest respect anyone can pay you is letting you be you, without you having to fight for explanations.

I thank you for calling me blonde which translates into me being extremely stooooopid. I thank you for in that moment I realized that I detest that word in the way you use it.I realized that no matter how blonde I might be, I’m not extremely stupid. Thanks to God, my family and through life, I have learned a great deal.. Shoot! I have mad skillz!

But for you to belittle me and disrespect everything about me in that way makes me realize that my being me is of no consequence to you.

I thank you for letting me to know that I whine a lot. You call me extremely stupid, I react and I whine a lot, is your reaction. I was going for righteous indignation actually but once again, I thank you for opening my eyes.

So this is my good bye to you, my love. I learnt a lot from you.

I learnt that I will always be wrong.
I learnt that you will never fight for me.
I learnt that you will never look out for me.
I learnt that I am not even worth as much as your cigarettes.
I learnt you are a great believer in you and me... Not US.
I learnt to appreciate my time, appreciate me… because lets face it, I cant be anyone else.

So this time, I’m walking away and not making excuses for you, not making me take anymore twash from you.

I’m done.

Selfish- Asia Cruz

This thing called hobby...

2008-05-13T00:39:00.000+03:00

I dont like that word and i think its because i think it is such a cliched word it does not bear reckoning.

Just hearing the word irritates the living daylights out of me. It makes me want to reach out with my somewhat crooked nails and scratch myself with such zeal to reveal the magnificence with which my blood flows.

Let us define this word:
1. A subject or plan upon which one is constantly setting off; a favorite and ever-recurring theme of discourse, thought, or effort; that which occupies one's attention unduly, or to the weariness of others; a ruling passion.

2. Spare time recreational pursuit.

3. A pursuit outside of one’s main occupation.

So im guessing everytime they ask a Ugandan what their hobbies are and they say "making friends", this technically is true.

But i would like to argue that technically, none of us has hobby's. Hear me out.

You say you like to read, you say you enjoy reading. Technically since you were taught to read from a young age, you are conditioned to read so there really isnt a serious justification for you going on about how you love to read.

You say you love movies, they are your life! Technically, since you have eyes, you are always looking for things to look at.. movies provide this. They are in effect "just there"

You say you like to talk/gossip/chat.. technically, these just be part of your social skills, skills that you pick up on when you are introduced to society so even this can be something you learnt, not something you neccesarily enjoy doing.

Im just saying, does this thing called hobby really exist? Or are you somewhat conforming to some idea someone created to make you sociable? or make that make you believe you were sociable enough to "fit in".

You look so dump right now....

2008-05-09T09:18:00.000+03:00

You look so dumb right now… standing right there out side my house….
Take a bow- Rihana

This image resonates with me and no, not because I have stood outside millions of houses looking dumb. No, more so because I know so many people who should not only look dumb but should, hopefully, feel dump.

Case in point: There’s a woman in Mukono who paid a woman to kidnap a child so she could present the child as her own to save her affair.

Yes… AFFAIR.

First I thought maybe in some attempt to fill editorial space, the editor had somehow let this slightly sneaky word sneak in, but no, the woman was saving her affair. Let’s see if I can make this somewhat clearer.

Affair -matter: a vaguely specified concern; "several matters to attend to"; "it is none of your affair"; "things are going well"

Well technically, it is none of the world’s business if you decide to adopt a “come-we-sleep” attitude so this definition could work.

2 a usually secretive or illicit sexual relationship Aha!! This definition I am familiar with. There is still some big word in there that needs to be broken down some.

Illicit: Contrary to accepted, especially moral conventions…

Still not clear? Here’s another one: Prohibited by law: illegal, illegitimate, lawless, outlawed, unlawful, and wrongful. Of, involving, or being a crime:

There, think I have sufficiently done my share of nation building today.

The woman paid Ugs. 100,000 for this child by the way... toothless grin inclusive. Now, I begin to wonder what the going rate’s for kids are these days because I think they are becoming too readily available.

Let us assume, for the sake of argument that this lady got away with presenting this baby as her own. Let us assume, like any other baby, it will sleep a lot and err... have relatively lax control over its bodily functions and will also eat on the regular.

Once it gets over its initial wailing phase, it will determine a coded language of its own, which you will spend countless hours trying to decipher because as you are not the child’s mother, I gather this becomes harder than usual.

The child will grow up, eventually learn how to say “NO” to everything, throw tantrums want the latest banana fiber doll, play all the most disastrous games in the neighbor hood and generally be a child. It will grow up and eventually move on but not before you have spent oodles on food, education, health, clothing and general maintenance on this child who IS NOT yours.
And this paragon of a man who set you on this disastrous path... where is he? The wonderful thing about affairs is, if they do not gradually lead to marriage, is they are so convenient and realistically, which man would say no to the chance of having a “family” without having to commit legally?

There is no guarantee that he will be there when sharifa hurts her toes or runs off to play in mzee’s garden.

Incase you are wondering what happened or why she was driven to such lengths here is the rest of the story.

In order to keep “her” man, she told him she was pregnant. Nine months later, madam obviously does not have a bundle of joy (yes, I had questions at this point in the story like does this mean they had not been together during those nine months? How naïve would a man have to be to believe that the woman he is regularly with is carrying his child and not showing any outward signs of development? At worst, at least one of the following should change some- sleep patterns, eating patterns, food choices or even extreme mood swings..)

He chased the lady away from the house and ordered her to only come home with the child. (I’m assuming she wove some story about living the child at kaka’s (grandmother) house)).Desperately, she decides to save her marriage by acquiring the said baby by what ever means are available.

For 100,000 UGX, she will have a bundle and the love of her life. What a rush she must have been feeling! Unfortunately life did not work like that (probably thanks to the village snitch) and she and her accomplice were arrested, the baby returned to her family.

So what is she left with... jail time

I wonder if she is sorry she did what she did or is she sorry she got caught.

The meet

2008-05-07T13:24:00.000+03:00

You meet him one day, this Mr. handsome.. not classified as such because not neccesarily because he is drop dead gorgeous but because his attitude, actions, his eyes send a msg that speaks directly to the soul. His words are sweet, said at the right time in the right moment everytime. His hands are gentle, his carresses send sparks and fire down your spine...raising the hairs on your neck.he has mastered the art of non sexual affection, and can charm the socks off any self respecting virgin

And you are definately a self respecting virgin, sweet.. adorable, planning to kiss only her husband.. the lot.

He sets out to get you, slowly sneaking into your heart and makes short work of it. It only takes about a year and a hald for this well deserving male to get his hard earned kiss and from then on its happily ever after...for a while anyway.

He is a darling! does everything right..doesnt pressure you into anything, is never broke, makes sure your every comfort is dealt with.. he is protective of you, wont let anyone or anything harm you...

And then he decides that he has found in you everything he needs and wants to propose, you know it wont work out , your cultural differences are the least of your problems.

You painfully break it off and try to move on and after a while, u do move on... and you meet Mr. right about 3 years later.

Mr. Right is not perfect. He is more than a girl could ask for,down to earth,gentle,affectionate, adventurous, stable(all round..),playful, mature even with the added plus of a wonderful family....blah blah blah.

You are happy together.. well until the memories of Mr. Handsome rear their bitter sweet heads and you remember him and you live in mortal fear of verbally comparing them.

You have anxiety attacks on occassion, what will happen when you meet him again.. will your heart rate increase in betrayal? will u consider chucking Mr.Right for him...

After all this time, he has not moved on, he still calls ,still dreams, still asks, still charms, every once in two weeks,over the phone,and all attempts to discourage him have failed thus far and then you decide to meet him, after all, what harm could it do?

You decide to face him and face down his memory.

You get there early and wait anxiously and suddenly he is there.No increased heart rate, NO hidden fascination........ As lunch progreses, the fear that old fires may be rekindled grips you... an hour later you realises that you are bored.

Its not that he isnt interesting, he is. You do care about him. Its just that the fire that once burnt brightly has burnt out, it has run its course.. there isnt a spark there fire that once burnt birghtly has out, has run its course.. there's not even a spark, nuthing at all.

You have finally moved on. maybe you had all this time, but you needed that meet to be sure. Now you can appropriately appreciate Mr. Right for everything that he is, not perfect but all yours....

Kyoka people!

2008-05-06T08:18:00.000+03:00

The other day im having lunch with a friend and this couple walks in. After a brief staring session, my friend turns to me and says...

M: thats viki and her boi...
T: that's viki carol's sister, right?
M: Yeah... (craning her neck for a better view)
T: What year is she in now? or would have been at any rate?
M: Oba third?
T: Okay... how old is baby?
M: I think months...
T: EH! nga the baby doesnt grow! coz i think she had him in her first year and that was some time ago.
M: hmmmmmm... i cant imagine moving into the guyz house coz im having his baby, especially when he clearly doesnt want me there. It was soooooo bad their respective parents had to intervene at some point. But she moved in, regardless of what he wanted.

After a few minutes of deep relection....

M: But i understand why she would move in. I mean look at the guy... he has a lot going for him! he is tall, well built, cute...

T falls off chair laughing.....

Now honestly, i wasnt expecting that.. when people say you gots lots going for you, especially when you are a premature father, you would expect virtues like hardworking, honest, commited blah blah blah... not physical attributes!!

Our priorities are definately different... Nuff said.

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As i was walking to my home the other night, through my little town, i chanced upon an odd accident.

(my sister lumps me in that category of ugandans who stand by the side of the road discussing how the accident occured.. as if any of us were there!)

This little starlet had taken a too wide turn and one of its tyres was stuck in a man hole (for lack of a better description). The rest of its body was dangling in the air.

I could feel my arms itching to organise themselves in comfortable accident discussion mode (usually ur hands are behind your back... one straight, the other meeting it at its middle.. or they be across your front)) .

Fortunately (or unfortunately) i was in a hurry that day... so dear sis, i didnt embarass you.

And by the way, if you have been through these sessions, they be interesting (according to me atleast).. well until its you in the mix and you cant exactly defend yourself....

There's this one time i was coming into town from bugolobi and we chanced upon an accident. I honestly could not believe that the driver (taxi) stopped the car to inform us (fourteen unsuspecting victims) of how the accident happened.

I couldnt help but wonder how he knew about it coz honestly, we had started out the journey together and cleeeeeeeeeearly the accident had just occured!

A bit bothered...

2008-05-05T22:56:00.000+03:00

i heard this story today and it made me think.

It made me think because unlike most people, i still want to believe that there are still people out there who believe in what we were taught to believe in, who live their lives by the code that makes you an extraordinary person, as opposed to just one of the people.

I want to believe that people draw the line at tempting fate... at tempting to mess with Gods plan for your life, so to speak. You might argue that everything happens for a reason and when you mess with His plan, technically, you are just doing what He intended for you to do anyhu.

Im rumbling... bear with me....

I am one of those relatively liberal peoplez... but there are just some lines you do not cross especially if you are also claiming to be a daughter of destiny (church speak for really good christian person) or son of God (dudes dont have a kewl name apparently.. sowwy) or maybe its something like men of vision or something or other.

Maybe i should just tell you the story (sorry its taken me this long).

There's this gal (kelly), she's smart, sensitive, pretty as roses, focussed... determined (all those cliche words). One of those determined little people who you know will make it.. u know the type, MD material..always flying about and to make matters more interesting.. she's a good christian.

Not one of those "go to church on sunday ones" but live each day as Christ would- Christ like.

Then stories start circulating about how she was sitting cozily with all-hands-shaddy Stephen who casually gave her 5mln to buy her first car. How she and stephen are suddenly inseperable. Thats relatively okay.

She starts her business and is "always busy" and yet always borrowing money from her parents and from everywhere she can find it.

She rents a house... spends 400,000 on it.. her pay isnt exactly stable and yet she manages to maintain the house singlehandely.. drives a nice enough car...always on the go.

She takes on a new partner and is suddenly spending too much time with him. The rumour mill is busy putting two and two together.. but partner is married, so there is some belief that its all talk.

I was one of those ones' who believed that this fire spitting, deamon chasing person was just misunderstood. SOmeone who walks with the Lord and listens to his counsel and all that, would be blessed by Him after all His word says we should seek first His kingdom and all these things will be added unto us.

Today i heard that the horse said we should open our eyes. (my source, her brother). She moved into another house about 7 months ago, more expensive than her first. Apparenly they (partner n madam) are living it large.

His wife wants a divorce. He is willing to give her one.

Her excuse: if what we are doing is wrong, God will tell us.

I have problems riiiiiiiiiiiiiight there. This is the same person who went out with some chap because God had okay'd it.. about 2 yrs later.. she broke it off with him because God had said "No".

God is not man that He should lie.. nor is He like man that He should change his mind or be uncertain about HIs plan for your life.

And what is this crap of if what we are doing is wrong? when did it become right for you to break up families? when did it become okay for you to stand between people who made vows?

Granted the concerned parties might not want to stay true to their vows but who died and made you chief relationship wrecker? Yes.. they might have eventually split up, but why shoud it be YOU to do the splitting?

And how can you go to your heavenly father and pray for forgiveness, acceptance, guidance when in your life you have such things going down?

I know God accepts us for who we are with all our blemishes and what not. Its always a good thing to be totally honest with Him coz realistically He is all seeing and all knowing.

There are some things that are sacred, things you should not mess with and two of those things are the family and the sanctity of marriage.

I would find it really weird if i went to talk to God when i knew i was cleeeeeeeeeearly doing something wrong.. u can only claim ignorance to some extent...

Qns...

2008-05-05T01:32:00.000+03:00

The other day, some debate got started because of a certain post. The short of the post was this successful babe decided to pay some guy to father her baby. Trick was she landed for him a bit and slept with him longer than necessary in the name of merchandise acquisition.. okay.. she plain liked dude!

So she has baby... (did i mention that he happened to be married?) and decides being a mum once was quite enough.

The peep who led me to the post was sooooooooooooooo peeved coz apparently it isnt African to pay someone to father your child let alone for the man to allow to be used so.

Now i ask.. if you want a child, without the hustle of clinger on husband/boyfriend/man friend person.. what should you do? And really if you find a willing party.. is it such a crime?

musings....

2008-05-02T22:44:00.001+03:00

so i had decided to do this sleeping early thing, on account of certain body parts not coperating (read sleep heavy eyes) and then i landed on a show thingy- okay re run of some Beyonce concert.

As i watched i could not help but be amazed at how the costumez changed, the music flowed and generally i could feel the excitement of the crowd.

Fast track to Ugandan concert. (yes, i have a silly grin on my face)... ugandans want you to sing the song the way u did on ur album so they can sing along, other wise u will "bore" them. In addition to this, im just thinking what a nightmare it would be to have to change costumes on those "little" stages provided at concerts.

Somehow i think we shall have to see like Beyonce in her one outfit through out.....

speaking of which.. this Akon chap... i keep telling people to buy tickets at the gate but no one ever listens to me!!!!!! Now try getting ur 150 back from Celtel.

ANother concert coming up... kirk Franklin... who go????? im wondering what that 150 entitles me to (its 150, right?) will they shuttle me across well manicured (oba can they manicure lawns???? )) nanti as christians, tisnt like there's going to be lots of bubbly going round...

I think the proceeds go to an orphanage... lemme research.. will get back to u.

Beeeeeeeefore i forget, me sis amused me last night. Apparently this friend called her up to gush about how her boo and herself were member of karim's gym or something (at imperial royale, i think) and was encouraging my sis n her boi to join. Apparently as a couple they only need to pay 2.1 mln a year.

My sisters response: eating is waaaaaaaaaaay cheaper!

i suspect this story is incomplete by the way.. coz for the 2.1 u only have access to the gym, sauna and swimming pool MBU... so i ask... do u also get like gold each time u visit? coz 2.1 is a bit much for only 3 things.

so..... what iz listening to now

Baby Love- Nicole Sch

In this club Usher ft Young Jeezy

Is it you- Cassie

Weakness in me Melisa Etheridge

I changed my mind- keisha cole ft Kanye

Be with you- Mary J

So into you- Tamia

I Miss you Blink 182

Mr. bright side- the killers

Touch my body Mariah

How do i breath- Mario

Amusement Park- fiddy

Bleeding Love- Leona Lewis

God loves Ugly Jordin Sparks

No air- Jordin Sparks ft chris brown

Officially missing you Tamia

Let Go! by TD Jakes

2008-05-01T14:35:00.000+03:00

There are people who can walk away from you; and hear me when I tell you this!
When people can walk away from you: let them walk.

I don't want you to try to talk another person into staying with you, loving you, calling you, caring about you, coming to see you, staying attached to you. I mean hang up the phone.

When people can walk away from you let them walk. Your destiny is never tied to anybody that left. The Bible said that, they came out from us that it might be made manifest that they were not for us. For had they been of us, no doubt they would have continued with us. [1 John 2:19]

People leave you because they are not joined to you. And if they are not joined to you, you can't make them stay. Let them go.

And it doesn't mean that they are a bad person it just means that their part in the story is over. And you've got to know when people's part in your story is over so that you don't keep trying to raise the dead.

You've got to know when it's dead.

You've got to know when it's over.

Let me tell you something. I've got the gift of good-bye. It's the tenth spiritual gift, I believe in good-bye.It's not that I'm hateful, it's that I'm faithful, and I know whatever God means for me to have He'll give it to me. And if it takes too much sweat I don't need it. Stop begging people to stay. Let them go!!

If you are holding on to something that doesn't belong to you and was never intended for your life, then you need to LET IT GO!!!

If you are holding on to past hurts and pains ...LET IT GO!!!

If someone can't treat you right, love you back, and see your worth ...LET IT GO!!!

If someone has angered you ... LET IT GO!!!

If you are holding on to some thoughts of evil and revenge, LET IT GO!!!

If you are involved in a wrong relationship or addiction ... LET IT GO!!!

If you are holding on to a job that no longer meets your needs or talents ... LET IT GO!!!

If you have a bad attitude ... LET IT GO!!!

If you keep judging others to make yourself feel better ... LET IT GO!!!

If you're stuck in the past and God is trying to take you to a new level in Him ... LET IT GO!!!

If you are struggling with the healing of a broken relationship.... LET IT GO!!!

If you keep trying to help someone who won't even try to help themselves ...LET IT GO!!!

If you're feeling depressed and stressed .... LET IT GO!!!

If there is a particular situation that you are so used to handling yourself and God is saying, "Take your hands off of it," then you need to ... LET IT GO!!!

Let the past be the past. Forget the former things. GOD is doing a new thing!!! LET IT GO!!!

Get Right or Get Left. Think about it, and then LET IT GO!!!

"The Battle is the Lord's!"

The Purity ring: Are we taking expression of faith too far?

2008-04-30T13:18:00.000+03:00

A few months ago Lydia playfoot, a 16 yr old girl who was banned by her school for wearing a “purity ring” took her school, Millais School in Horsham in West Sussex, to the High Court. Lydia, a member of the Silver Ring Thing Christian group wears a silver ring engraved with a Biblical reference- “1 Thessalonians 4:34” St. Paul’s Letter to the Thessalonians- as a sign of their belief in abstinence from sex till marriage. She claims that her school breached her human rights by preventing her from wearing the ring, while allowing Muslim and Sikh students to wear headscarfs and religious bangles.

I am in total agreement with Lydia. Why should I not be allowed to wear a piece of goats tail to prove to everyone that I am indeed pure before God and Man. Why should I be forced to even wear a symbol to prove my level or lack of sexual prowess.

The answer is pretty simple, if you think about it. It is what the world expects and the world, being a hypocrite that it is, takes offence when I take what it expects and makes some symbol out of it.

I have every right to dress, speak, rant and spit about what ever I wish to just like everybody else and yet for some odd reason, when a Christian takes another route to self expression, people are up in arms.

Not more than a year ago, for example, it became a fad to wear wrist bands that carried specific messages like “Arsenal forever”, ‘Peace”, “Unity”, “Tranquility”, “Club Silk” and “Celtel Africa Challenge”. The fad was so powerful that the Christian community did not escape it, they had bands reading “W.W.J.D” (What Would Jesus Do), “F.R.O.G”(Fully Rely On God), “D.O.G” (Depend on God) and “P.U.S.H” (Pray Until Something Happens) and these soon became the boldest form of expressing belief, encouraging oneself in times of dire need and identifying with people of the same belief system.

Why, I then ask, cant it happen the other way round. Why is it more acceptable for Christians to express themselves the same way everyone else does by just twisting a phrase and it is acceptable than for the same Christian to start their own drive?

When I start my campaign to carry a piece of goat tail, I’m sure everyone will harangue me starting with my barber to my banker to animal rights activists. I will be called to little corridor meetings to explain why I could not have picked a user-friendlier symbol. And more importantly, I will be questioned on why I need to express myself anyway.

And in reply to these questions, my persecutors will very conveniently forget about my freedom of expression and belief. They will conveniently forget that local artists and whichever hawker can land on one, carry’s and sells those fly swatters, very similar to my proposed piece of goat tail.

Are they put out of business? No.
Are they questioned? No

But I will be because I dared to be different; I dared to express my faith my way.

If anything, I should be applauded for instituting something “African” into our belief system instead of taking on very western expressions like the chastity belt, the purity ring and so on.

But again, this will conveniently be forgotten because it is different.

An expression of faith is at best that, just an expression. It is a basic human right to express oneself and to get your thoughts on a matter across. It is entirely up to the individual to believe and adopt. No one forces you to believe in what you believe in, that is a personal decision.

My alien letter

2008-04-29T10:53:00.000+03:00

Tumwijuke wrote this post and made me think some, and im sorry for as if posting as if at yours, so this is my rant... in MY space

Please note: tis a rant!

I have often wondered if those UFO thingies actually exist, i tend to lean more towards Mericans commercializing ideas, on my more favorable days. On my not so level days, i think, they could exist! After all nothing exists out of nothing...... well, that is if you do not think about creation.. coz technically nothing existed until God put it together. ((interesting rant about respecting structures the way they are set up here... towards the end, but u can read it all))

I have thus created the following letter in defense ( maybe promotion) of Africa

People of the Universe (((isn't that what they say in movies???))

I understand you actually consider leaving your vastly advanced colonies to make it to earth some day (assuming these guyz weren't lying abt area 51 and u have not been here before)

We are kewl people with miles and miles of land for you to land on and set camp. We have deserts, lakes.. forests and in fact we are doing our part in balancing out this thing we like to call climate change through engaging in carbon trading. There's some explanation in there, that you must be familiar with, you guyz being advanced and all.

Should u have any other qns in regard to site requirements, send us a message of sorts. Yes, we have the interweb sorry internet thingy set up, we have like radio and telly and guess what, we do know how to read. Granted literacy levels are not where they should be, but we are optimistic that we shall get there some day.

i know you probably have some questions about our political situation.. well some might argue that it is unstable, at its best. But, if you really think about it, when our leaders refuse to step down and help us develop even more,THAT THERE is expected, reliable and STABLE.. so technically you have nothing to worry about.

I always argue that if you wanted to disappear after your enemy kicked u off Pluto, u cld lounge it in Africa, its relatively safe.. we dont have serious car tracking and GPRS locating thingies coz quite frankly our road system is messed up... we cant exactly make it to Google Maps yet because there are sooo many roads within roads(coz like typical Africans we believe in short cuts) and therefore... u can loose urself as well as ur enemy.. effective!

We are generally friendly people, dear aliens. We accept what our "leaders" say.. u know them leaders. Them people who help us with financial aid all the time, those people who essentially dictate what we should do. But you could help us out... if you have waaay more money than them and technology (especially weapons) that are the cheese, we could work something out. We are amendable to "democracies" where the voices of the people count for nothing.( bonus!)

ooo, it is also advisable that you change your monies into dollars before you get here and make sure they are dated after 2000. for some odd reason u will be stiffed when you go to change it.

we also have various languages.. surely we should find one we can both understand! we like to take things slowly-slowly... so tis like u on holiday all year long which is very helpful coz its like summer n spring break rolled into one, all year round here.

We can defend you if you came to lounge it here. Contrary to what you might have seen in some movies like "Independence day" with will smith... in addition to having spears, we have guns. SHock! Gasp! yes... they might b old models but really, the important thing is, we can also say we have.....

By the way, i know u have probably heard that we have countless diseases as well... like HIV, malaria, Ebola, cholera, TB and everything else. Cant deny that.. but we have survived for countless years and although when we leave Africa we are quarantined because of these diseases (especially malaria), i would like to let you know that we have thick skin. Now... if your genetic make up is anything like ours, u are some what sorted... if not... well.... err.... yeah!

Ps. If you plan to blow up big buildings and have effective coverage of the events... Africa aint for you.

I stress... we are friendly!!!! and thank ful to God that somehow HE sees us through food shortages, energy crisis', political upheaval yadi yada...

Thank You
AFRICA UNITE!

Yes....

2008-04-28T11:03:00.000+03:00

First my access to the Interweb is questionable, so understand when i cant comment on your posts but i be reading, thats the important part, isnt it????

In other news, Bomseh, yes... the version of "weakness in me" you are listening to is by keisha white, im listening to the Melisa Etheridge version.. it roooocketh!

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I sometimes think i should go on with my dream of creating a directory on Uganda, be a one person information portal, and not necessarily for touristy reasons. Then it hits me that, i would need serious funding and some how i dont think certain peoples would be sold on the idea.

I just hate not knowing where things are. I hate knowing that if i walked into a MUK office, for example, i would run around for 3 hours and not find the answer to what im looking for.

I hate visiting websites and finding nothing.

I hate calling up information and they do not have some numbers listed (kwani their job is what?)

Before i get carried away, it was this SMS that reminded me of why i think i ought to sort that particular goal out. SMS in its splendour read

Banange T! i cant find my s6 certificate. wd u help me? hw much does 1 cost frm uneb? hw lng b4 i get it? and which is mo important? the short one ? or big 1?

Now, ask, why wld anyone THINK i wd have such info readily available? i dont work in education!!!!
Waiit.. i did do a somewhat related stint.. maybe thats why.. but so nooooooooot the point right now.

I dont know the answer... anyone?????

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As i was idling through the new vision this morning (yes, those of us who are job hunting do this like clock work on monday's) i came across this headline " You should not be ashamed of being pregnant".. i just died... it as if made my morning.

okay...... okay.... im fibbing a bit. it was "You should not be ashamed of pregnancy cravings" but the other heading would have been waaaaaay cooler.

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The other day, i was yappin with a friend and they asked what my sister calls her mother-in-law and what my brother-in-law calls my parents.

My answer... Mummy and Daddy.

Apparently this friend of mine could neeeeeeeeeeyvah call her mother-in-law or any other woman for that matter, "mummy"... it would be some sort of betrayal.

When my dad was looking up mukyala (my mum (grins))), my grand daddy asked him if when he joined the family, he was joining as a son or a son-in-law. My father joined as a son.

The same qn was asked of my brother-in-law. He joined our family as a son.

The way i see it, its the ultimate form of acceptance if my mother/father-in-law asked me to call'em mum n dad i would be honoured, humbled, speechless and all those appropriate cliches. Because technically, they arent my parents but would have accepted me as their daughter.

thats just what i think... what do u think?

Words...

2008-04-24T20:24:00.000+03:00

My sister would kill me but i just had to write this out. You know those statements/phrases/questions people make/ask and you wonder what they are on about, yes?

Starting with this one:

1. "How do you make it?" i swear, the first time i heard this one, i was like make what??????
In case you have not heard this one before, the peep be asking what time it is.

2. "He doesn't have my time..." Contrary to what you might think, this is actually different from " He doesn't have time for me"

3. "It is good for me" think this means you appreciate whats going on. You could also relate it to someone else for example by asking "isnt it good for u?"

4. That boy is too too nice. this one according to me is used in sooo many ways i can only conclude that this means he is delish! or something.

5. How do u know me now?.... check out innocent for this one....

6. Bambucha! yeah... Fanta ad. Peeps say this and you wonder what you are supposed to say in response.

Other short stories...
The other day my mum tells this story about a friend who was travelling. Enroute she stops at some airport (think she had like an hr to kill), she gets carried away sky shoppin. so as time passes and she gets more and more involved in her shopping, she keeps hearing the over head announcement...
"Mrs butime (read byutime) please report to your gate"
"Mrs. butime, please report as soon as you can"
"Mrs. butime, we may be forced to offload your laguage if you do not report immediately"
"Mrs. butime, Mrs.. butime"

Eventually, she realises that she's running late so she rushes to her gate. When she gets there, everyone is getting bent out of shape over her so they ask if she hadnt heard the announcement.
and she goes like...
"wait! i thought u were calling someone else... my name is BUTIME (bu-ti-me- read it like an African) not byutime"

I basically died.

But that one was relatively okay.... there was the story of another one who got "lost" at the airport... His name "Besingyire".... airport personel went around calling him "besing-wire"

In unrelated news, a friend of mine amused me this morning. Sent this message

G: gwe as a nation i think we need to buy for mrs sevo a new bag!

I fell off my chair laughing. Apparently mrs. sevo has been seen carrying the same bag on numerous occasions and this is uncalled for.

Weakness in ME

2008-04-23T18:12:00.000+03:00

Be silent inspired the clean look then she went n changed hers... someone is becoming as bad as me.. LOL

I sooooo relate to this song!!! i had to share... finally got it.. guess thats one thing that came outa idols... ooo well....

I'm not the sort of person

Who falls in and quickly out of love

But to you I gave my affection

Right from the start

If I have a lover who loves me

How could I break such a heart

Yet still you get my attention

Why do you come here

When you know I've got troubles enough

Why do you call me

When you know I can't answer the phone

You make me lie when I don't want to

And you make someone else some kind of an unknowing fool

And you make me stay when I should not

Are you so strong or is all the weakness in me

Why do you come here

And pretend to be just passing by

When I mean to see you

And I mean to hold youTightly

Feeling guilty, worried

Waking from tormented sleep

Oh this old love has me bound

But the new love cuts deep

And if I choose now I'll lose out'

Oh one of you has to fall

And I need you and you

Why do you come here

When you know I've got troubles enough

Why do you call me

When you know

I can't answer the phone

You make me lie when I don't want to

And you make someone else some kind of an unknowing fool

And you make me stay when I should not

Are you so strong or is all the weakness in me

Why do you come here

And pretend to be just passing by

But I mean to see you

And I mean to hold you

Tightly

Melissa Etheridge The Weakness in Me

ATMs

2008-04-22T23:16:00.000+03:00

So my cousin came home to officially introduce her boi... sorry fiance. He seems a nice enough chap.

After numerous hours (read 2) of chatting and getting to know each other, my mother felt twas time to ask a very pertinent qn.... So where did you meet???

Cousin giggles and goes on to explain that they met at an ATM and he was ahead of her in the line. He gave up his spot for her (((nanti ladies first))) and she really wasnt impressed at that time. Here she diverted, telling us how long the story was blah blah and it was getting late blah blah.

So we saw them off.... as we were walking back into the house my mother turns to me and says..
"Kati T, you had better also start hanging out at ATMs"

Time check

2008-04-22T04:55:00.001+03:00

6.20AM stupid alarm goes off.. realize its going to be a muddy rain. Drizzle aint letting up.

6.40AM Debate between being appropriately dressed or lounging it in jeans...

decide on presentable shirt and jeans

7.12AM Leave house. Rain cant make up its mind

7.17AM Recieve call asking where I am. I was close.

7. 22AM Go through hotel security

7.24AM Let down by hotel staff. Exhibition area has NOT been set up.

Conference/Exhibition starts by 9.00 AM latest.

7.27AM Finally track down staff incharge

7.33AM As if client arives.

7.40AM Standing by 6 of the 11 tables asked for.

7.41AM Big boss client arrives with HIS boss. Makes me smile. People tend to be humble in

presence of real boss

7.45AM Exhibitors arrive. Still have 6 tables.. not set up in any way.

7.46AM Managers give quack explanation for being behind the times. We aint buying!

8.00AM Finally have 11 tables. No table clothes or skirting.

8.15AM Cloth and skirting arrive.

9.00 AM Declare self mushroom pin (thumb pin) Master. Thumb throbs like a problem!!!

9.40 AM Jeans socked through... walking through muddy "grass"... rain still present.

10.30 AM Through with tables. Colour chosen clashes with my green table tops. Decide to

eliminate.

10.40 AM Inform junour client that im through. She insists that they want ribbon.

Feeling frustrated!

11.10 AM Walking down Luwum street looking for ribbon. All the shades seem weeeeeeird. Rain aint giving up its proggie.

11.40 AM Walk to Skunk's. in desparate need of help. HELP!Skunk came through MAJORLY! Thank U

12.40 PM Make way back with rosetts ( ribonny thingies)

1.15 -PM complete table dressing.. debate on wether to have lunch or not.

1.25 PM looked at suspiciously. Seemed like we timed lunch. Decide to eat with gusto.
Lunch was not for writing home about.

2.05PM Finish off tables.

2.40PM Go home to change. Jeans and shoes done in. Want to catch some z's. CANT

4.20 PM Make way back to finish day.

5.20 PM Goofed by pull up banner thingies. There are no gentlemen out there!!!

6.10PM begin gentle stroll to see friend. Have a loooooovely evening.

10.20PM Get home. Tell the mother and sister about my day.

11.20 PM Eyes shut.

Where to and NOT to...

2008-04-19T11:19:00.000+03:00

I have decided to delete pictures from my phone.... yes thats right, i dont have a snazzy camera so forgive my pictures... and as you may have guessed, im getting rid of the ones of food.

Yes joshi...i do eat more than fish!

So, around these be oveeeeeeeeeeer time so i begin to wonder why i still have them...

ooo well....

1. The crocodile, Kisimenti.

I had heard soooooooo much about this place ((okay... years ago!)) so we decided to go see what the big deal was about.

The uncomfortable state of the chairs should have been indication enough of what was NOT to come. (((In case you wondering, they be those haaaard wood chairs we had growing up, practically every one i knew had them growing up.. havent people had of cushions? )))

In all fairness i should state that they do have like wicker chairs outside and those steel like tables at mateos.... but they were all taken so we sat in side.

Tables were bare, save a green bottle and some flowers (cant remember name, me mum wld kill me! im supposed to KNOW these things apparently)

anyway...after debating on wat to eat... we had something something chicken and sauce and a cheese burger. (yes, unlike some people who wont cheat on Dominoz, i need to find another burger hang out placey thingy))

Here is the plate of chicken watever.. (yes, i was soo unimpressed i dont remember the name, chicken tasted like fish in my humble opinion)

Here beez my burger and the main point of my rant. Lets first start with a picture... imma walk you thru eeeeeeeeeeexactly wat happened

That there.. that THING you are looking at... bread (bun slightly bigger than a hotloaf bun) then the burger.. then the yellow goey thingy is cheese MBU. (im abt to go on strike n carry my own cheese to restaurants!) and those fries! manya wedges... but anyway...

In my humble opinion, i was ripped off. I mean, if you are going to give me a burger, and if you are going to buy'em... atleast spend a good 3,400 (max) but noooooo!

Guyz are sooo cheap they didnt even confuse the meal ko with onions... or even tomato.. or cabage at worst!

Please note: next pictures will gross u out...prolly.. ((grins)))

Here in true "awa money" form,i made use of the ketchup, salt, pepper and butter. Fiiiiiiiiiiiiinally got some taste.

Conclusion: go to the crocodile if you really waaaaaaaaaaant to punish someone and yourself in the process.

2. Rwenzori coffee house, Lugogo Shopping Mall ((yes, sybella.. dont go around calling it SHoprite)))

I dont mind this place, infact it has some good coffee... its nice.
On this particular day, i think the chef took leave of his/her sences. i ordered a burger (yes, i need to get over them).

Nice looking, huh?? (eh just noticed, they also mized on the onion front!!)....

Word of advice: make sure u tell them how well to cook it. Mine was raaaaaaare! im looking at them like "mwe, im an african!!!"

This was the one time i reaaaaaaaaaally wanted to be asked if i had enjoyed my meal.

Above is the sandwhich BLT, i think... u hungry... go get it!

3. Cafe Ballet, Nakasero

I looooooooooooove this place altho i think its coz its like my newest discovery. Let me not spoil it yet... only have pictures from my first visit.. so bear with me... ALso did a burger here... fish though...

Cafe ballet... the thing thats a winner here.. is there sauces... they be the beeeeeeeeeeeest!!

okay...tired of talking food... moving on...

My dad did it to me the other night. I come home tiiiiiiiiiiiiired. ALl i wanted to do was go to bed! so as i pass by their door...our conversation went like

T: Good evening parents, how u doing?

D: okay.... u?

T: okay... how was your day..

D: okay....

T: okay... good night

D: eh!! waiit... go down with this!

T: err...y wld i be going downstairs???

D: To go to your room...

T: BUt daddy... i live next door!!!!

turns out he thought i was my younger sister. i could not understand y he was sending me on suuuuuch plot!

SO....

2008-04-17T11:37:00.000+03:00

Remember when i told u abt the "whoz the baby daddy" SMS... i got another one vvvvvvvvverrry recently. similar message...

chic, warrup?! i nid 2 scold u, how can U keep 4n me news of big achievements?! i hear U have left my league. Congs.. so how far? Sex of the baby? baby daddy... Details?"

first line a read i was like waaaaaaaaiiit.. do people know of some job i have that EVEN i dont know about?? (nanti wat other big achievement? )

Left our my league?? maybe... just maybe its a job.

how far?? sex of baby??? waaaaaaaaaaa????

i died laughing a second time. But people who pay more attention to my life than i do amuse me so. What is interesting is it seems to be emerging from my high school friends side. These are people i raaaaaaarely see so im wondering who started the rumour..

Maybe they saw me with little man and they decided he was mine and i was making my way happily to no. 2. No, that cant be it...that dude (little man) is tooo much of a lighty to be mine, unless ofcos i have some repressed liiiiiiiiiight gene in my family somewhere.

Someone suggested i shd just adopt a kiddie and have done!

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In toooooootally unrelated new... i saw this dude's ride the other day. By the time im mentioning this, you should be able to tell that i have naught to talk about.

Yes.. i saw the dudes car... big deal? well apparently it IS! they way "celebs" act in uganda, you'd think they actually had a lot going on for them.

i mean, guy disorganized all of us coz he had to park in his designated spot (yeah, wat abt us?? huh??? huh?? wat?)) and ffe all we were concerned about was beating curfew! ((grins) guy all acting like a president, spinners and all...those lights that blind you like its plot!

Number plate said "Ghetto" so naturally we went into "tu beera mu ghetto"...

If u havent figured it out...im talking abt Bobi wine, Ghetto president person.

Im not even going to tell u what car it is.. i havent sunk that low in NO KB land....

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and then hoooooooooooorror of horrors. The police seem serious about this bus/taxi stops thing. I was innocently idling in Greenland Towers (kampala road) knowing i would cross the road, jump on to a taxi.. 10 minutes max be at centenary park then walk it up to hotel Africana.

( in an unrelated side note.. im yet to see this "beach" in the middle of the town... where exactly is it??? any one know... oba i have to wait for another Mirinda promotion, grow like 10 yrs younger, in order to enjoy the beach?")))

As i was saying... the jooooooooke was sooo on me! i walk out.. no taxi's... im like one will turn up so i begin the gentle trek.

I finally jumped into one at Shell.. opposite Rainbow arcade and i was able to do this coz the said taxi had stopped at the pump MBU to get fuel. I suspect thats the only way to get people to board these days... otherwise, trust me.. fitness Oyee!!!

Then i have laaaaaanded on this song... tis like... inspiring and stuff (p.s u need to be in some kind of zone to get it))

There's this girl I know So deep in love (in love)
Do almost anything To make him see she's the one
But he doesn't feel a girl like her
He's so, so wrapped up Cause the average girl
Will give him anything he wants

[Pre-Chorus]He's so caught up
He won't call her
He shows no love
So she decides

[Chorus]I changed my mind
I don't love you
I don't love you more
Don't waste my time

[Verse 2:]It's the funniest thing cause IKnow how I feel inside
But you never felt the same as I(never, never, never, ohh)
I miss him so muchI bet you don't even notice
And he don't even realiseCause he..

.[Pre-Chorus][ I Changed My Mind
He's so caught up
He won't call her
He shows no love
So she decides

[Chorus]I changed my mind
I don't love you
I don't love you more
Don't waste my time

[Bridge]I'm so over you
Got no more to give
I gave it all to you
And you couldn't handle itA
nd I don't careIf you come back to me on your knees
I just don't love you no more

[Chorus]I changed my mind
I don't love youI don't love you more
Don't waste my time

[Kanye]Stop
What you thinkin'
When you see me on the corner
And you see me hagin' out
Niggas on the block
Don't care what it's all about

[Kanye]And stop
What you thinkin'
When you see me comin through
And you see me with a nigga
On the corner til' 2

Randomzies

2008-04-15T11:20:00.000+03:00

So.. remember when i talked about easter plans n how i was going to be a fifth wheel.. same thing happened to me this morning. Do i have a ka sign thats says "baaaaaaaaack up... realllly back up" or what?

I log onto yahoo and this "friend" who we shall name kay was trez excited to see me.. im wondering why, and rightly so. After the usual plesantries out conversation went like:

K: i wanted to tell u about some plot i have for satuday.

T: okay......

K: anyway David n Noah were thinkin of beach plot on sat afternoon, so was wondering if u want to come, not sure hw many people are comin but, noah, sam, patrick n sara, david n I, karen n Nathan, Sophie n Robin, Robins's sister. havent told Bernad and Stella but will tll them. ohh Pam n u maybe

Now, i know what you are thinking... the invite came in the first line.... right? some how that thing of putting me at the end with Pam Maybe? some how negates the whole thing...

But then again, maybe im being hyper sensitive.. but this is a peep i have know for a looooooooooong time, im prolly being consulted coz im online.

Im more than 96% sure i aint going... but shd i change my mind (which i'm like 99% sure aint gonna happen), need company. Any takers?

2. I have decided that when the time comes, im going to throw myself a baby shower simply because i cannot stand women being "women" on me. I already have issues deciding on what should be done but i have met my match in some women i know!

I have spent the better part of my morning discussing a baby shower with this person who doesnt want to be the "committee" chair person. I understand that. I get that. Who wants to be saddled with the whole "direct adults" thing? The problem is she is the mother-to-be's tight.

The rest of us are in e.t.c.

Imma paste the conversation... maybe u will understand why i was frustrated.

T: speakin of which sandy's thing, a date hasnt been decided on

N: nope.... not even de food we were gooing to discuss wat shld b on de menu

T:wat abt a date first so we can plan knowing WHEN we will be spending..hello!

N:okay that is true. woman can we just b thinkin of food wat basic things shld b there

T:salad thingies. well depends on what we planning to eat. if its abbq or just serious heavy lunch or just snacks

N: chick we r plannin to eat food

T: ...people will b bringing but the menu has to be decided on thats y im asking wat kind of shower it is. r we coming to drink tea?ki ki?

N: no we r not didnt u see de list of drink gladys has well we can add on de sodas n beer for those who drink it that is why we need to kn hw many people r comin n we plan

T: no... that is y we need to know wat we serving

N: okay so wat r we servin

T: babe,u keep tossin the qn back n i keep tossing it back. so far i have suggested which u jam. suggested bbq, u jam so err...u need to come up with something

N: ohh i thout u were askin.... wat do u mean tea it will b afternoon who will want tea? unless if it is raining but it is a gd idea so we can get Sandy to make tea, coca cola, krest

T: but the boyz will sit down to tea?i die!!!!

N: no that is whyi said we need beer n de alcohol that gladys has

T: yeah... so u r going to give them biscuits n beer???

N: woman, food if the thing is at 3pm or afternoon that means the guys r comin to eat rite

T: which brings us exactly back to the same point which was wat i have been asking u all this time

N: okay... i thout we r trying to come up with a menu

T: which is y i have been asking u wat kind of thing it is heavy food? or bbq? n heavy food we talking matooke, rice, irish...meats or what?

N: am also asking u we all have to decide and i think it shld b heavy food coz if its afternoon into evening the we need to eat plus de guys will probably b drinkin so they need somthin to aet that is heavy....no matooke maybe bbq kind can also

I have presently put N on hold. I just could take it annnnnymore.I could take the tennis match any more especially when we can have this conversation allllllllllllllll day long.

If you cant see why im frustrated, then u n N should hook up.

Im telling you.. mine i will organize or besti will... surely there has to be one organised person in the lot. Oba u dont want.. u dont come!!

Meanwhileanyone know where jasmine went???

I have noticed...

2008-04-15T01:00:00.000+03:00

Yes... syb... we are celebrating a neeeeeeeeeeewww year!

So i recently got interested in noting visitor activity on my blog. I know, i should have been doing important things like donating rice like Be silent but i could not help myself.

Where as some people have google or technocrati and movies are us!.. i got hooked on get clicky! by someone who will go unnamed.

I was giddy at the prospect of knowing who was visiting, where they came from and where they were going. How long they spent, what they looked for and what search words led people to my blog.

Baz did say something about creating traffic by making mention of some otherwise non interesting things.

I have found that among the key word searches that leads people to my blog is "greg's list". I know, some of you are reading it like "huh".

To this day i maintain that i did know what i was talking about, i somehow just didnt type it out. I can remember that day sooooooooo clearly, its amazing. Thanks to Nathan, i corrected it to "craigs list"... now you may go like "oooo ooooh!"
makes sense now, right?

This little experiement has proved that there are hopeless spellers out there :D

My preoccupation with getclicky however came to an end when i realised that i was enjoying a limited edition thingy... they were tempting me.. pushing me to want to know more..pushing me to upgrade... spend my non existant dollars on a bump to Premium from a basic package. Well...they aint gonna get me!!

I have thus moved on to statcounter, sitemeter and wonders... google analytics. They all basically do the same thing, monitor your site. They provide colour ful graphs and stuff... u should check it out!!

This is however where the trick is... apparently they all look for different things which means one will tell you 20 people visited your site, while another will say 5 did and yet another will say 60 people did.

Im usually skeptical about the ones that say a certain number below the number of people who commented ...those stats are plain out lying!!!!

so im wondering if i should not just go around ignorantly about my business. I mean...this business of knowing is proving a bit unsatisfying.

OOOOoooooooooo well.....

Full circle....

2008-04-11T10:49:00.000+03:00

On an interesting day waaaay back in 2007... i started out with this post... yeelllo! I suspect at the time i was riding high on MTN adverts or some such thing, otherwise, such words do not constitute my regular vocabulary.

Today i am the proud owner of you.. blog! One year.... imagine that!

A year in which we have laughed, we have cried, we have offered sound advice, we have cracked each other up and generally "been all we could be".

Eh but we have been through some issues... but we have made a number of friends as well... this voyage started out as just that... but now we are richer for the people that make blogville worth being a part of.

I could not start to list everyone because you are allllllllllllll soooo many to name and alll soooooooo important to go into explaining. Each of you beez special (even you who up and make your blogs private so i cant read'em like kelly and Phoenix.. yeah linking them wld not help u!!!)

Err... enough sappyness... onto funner things.... wats the plot this weekend???

FOUR

2008-04-11T06:46:00.000+03:00

i was tagged by be silent and cheri so here go my four ( im actually tilting my head read these letters!!!)))

They be asking me things like four jobs i have had in my life, movies i love to watch, tv shows i love, places i have lived, four places i have been on vacation and four places i would rather be now.

I think these be pretty keeeeeeeeeeeewl things to ask me.. so should i tag you please adhere to the rules.

Disclaimer: author is not responsible for deviating from the plan (((grins))

FOUR JOBS I WOULD LOVE TO WORK!

1. The kewl serious looking ( hot hot hottie) babe at the bank who you dont want to disturb lest she assures you in front of the masses. Turns out she's helpful every time.

There was this one at Nile bank... always wondered why she wasn't in top management or something. i actually did not mind making that line because of her. Unfortunately, i think she moved on to better things.

2. Peeps in the MA (Massachusetts) long before their transport system got worked out who used to dip into the transport collection fund. Imagine not monitoring all the bus route monies all day long therefore not knowing how much you have collected.

Want a coffee?? no problem.. walk into the "safe" n pick out some dollars. Now that is living.

3. really unbeliiiiiiiiiiiiiiiievably rich mans wife. Now, i know what you thinking... that isnt a job. I maintain that it is..coz man, u have to work for those dimes. PLus since its a job.... it does have a time limit, u know, so u gots to work every minute!

4. UN or one of those big-do-gooder Organization Secretary.

FOUR MOVIES I WOULD LOVE TO DIRECT
One with Tyler .. just joking. Snap! they have all been directed!!! Moving on.......

waiiit instead... FOUR PEOPLE/STEREOTYPES I WOULD WRITE OUT OF THE SCRIPT

1. the skinny people who always get stuck on sinking ships and somehow always survive. Anyone watch poseidon?

2. the world changing fire breathing gal... stereotypically tattooed, with dark hair or the other extreme is the blonde hippie called sunflower or moonbeam. Ever notice how they are always white? waiiit ... what am i saying? WHich African would be caught dead?? Now who is stereotyping?? LOL

3. Robert De niro when he aint acting true to form. He totally killed Analyze this and a bit of Star dust. Dude over cried in Analyze and somehow cant come off as floozy in Stardust.

Imagine him telling you " try getting a blood stain out of silk... NIGHTMARE!" in a gay sorta voice ... in a word.. creepy!

4. This one relates to music... this dude... actually they be two come to think of it... this candle in the wind dude, what's his name? i cannot believe i have actually forgotten! and phil collins. These things of hogging an entire cartoon sound track are uncalled for!

PLACES I WOULD LOOOVE LOOOOOVE TO LIVE OR AT LEAST VISIT

Mars... or that place they showed us on the telly. As someone once said... just how sure are we they actually been to the moon? in fact... maybe the moon should be on my list but no, everyone and their sons wanna go there.

Islamabad, Helsinki, croatia, Poland, Morocco, Luxembourg and Cuba simply coz i know next to nothing about them and i plan to keep it that way.

FOUR TV SHOWS/ SERIES I'D LOVE TO BE ON THE SET FOR

1. Idols ( all of them) Made, My own, Making the band, Dancing with the stars ((all basically the same idea))

2. Anything with Lenny Henry ( you most likely know Lenny from "Chef".. featured on WBS, i think it was some good time ago). Best british comedy eeeeeeeever.

3. Ugandan music vid making like our version of " making the video". If i find the finished product hilarious, imagine the making! Guys take themselves waaaaaaaaay to seriously.

4. Off the Menu, Weakest link, myth busters and of course those crazy magicians like Chris Angel and David Copperfield

FOUR PLACES I WOULD LIKE TO GO ON VACATION

1. My village (yes, sometimes i do actually want to go... shock! gasp!)

2. Some place without lake flies but with like a lake.... or ocean.. No... a lake is better. Those things of getting lost at sea are unappealing.

3. Some place where it doesn't matter what (or my lack of) my accent is.

4. A cosmopolitan place ((grins))

FOUR FOODS 1 WOULD KILL TO LEARN TO COOK.

1. Mexican

2. Italian

3. Jamaican

4. some Ugandan dishes.. (nanti you have to appear as if from the land, in order to catch manya Okello who wonts millet and Gilbert who wants malewa (bamboo shoots) and Jeremy who wants Luwombo. Eh women suffer!)

which reminds me, the other day i was in a taxi where this guy was just yapping a mile a minute and he was generally picking on the conductor (in retrospect, the dude was a tad annoying... anyway). The thing that struck me as funny was when they were in the thick of the argument, the passenger goes like,

"ye gwe, ova kiboga, ki ki??? nga tulabye nyo!"

(loosely translation to mean : you, do you come from kiboga or what? we have suffered a lot")

I laughed myself silly... because i remembered some "report" which stated that about 80% of all house girls come from Kiboga and thus it is generally referred to as a producer of such people...

BLOGGERS TO DO THIS QUIZ

Sybella, Skunk, Dante, Modo, KK, 27th, Dee, Carlo, Candy, Neema

Why did i get married?

2008-04-11T00:20:00.000+03:00

I know, your thinking, T got married? When?? No cake!!!

Im talking about my main squeeze Tyler Perry's why did i get married.

first things first...

Cast :Tyler Perry, Sharon Leal, Janet Jackson, Malik Yoba, Jill Scot, Richard T. Jones, Tasha Smith, Michael Jai White, Denise Boutte, Keesha Pam, Lamman Rucker...

Genre: Comedy, drama....

I thought it was a good one but then again my boy doesnt disappoint. ((okay...focus!!!))

It starts of with patricia (janet) explaining this journey she goes on with her friends and their spouses when they go on vacation to ask themselves "WHY they got married?". It's supposedly a chance for them to think through their year.. what they been through and how they dealt with it.

The couples are relatable in a way that you can see you being one of them or know many of your friends who fit the mold and as their stories unfold you begin siding with each one of them.. depending on who "YOU" portray in the story.

The introduction of Trina to the little group setting ideally sets the story off as she is the "trump" stealing one of the men and from then on... the knives come out as they start learning secrets about each other... things they havent shared as couples but amongst their different friend groupings.

The movie really revolves around them trying to work from the point of the "secret" being revealed to their futures and really tasting how strong their relationships (marriages are).

If you love black movies without people killing each other.. then this is the movie for you.

Things of interest: the 80-20 rule.

Apparently your woman will only give you about 80% of what you need. So sometimes when you looking around.. you might chance on a woman you think will give you more than what you getting (the 20%). Depending on your will power, if you walk out on your woman, coz the offer is soooo tempting, you will essentially be loosing out on the 80% so ya needs to ask yourself if its worth it.

Not many men see that.

Side note: not many women realize their worth so when the dumping happens, they take it out on themselves, forgetting that THEY were the 80.

They say....

2008-04-08T09:24:00.000+03:00

That i did it. That i was there. That i was the cause. That if it had not been for me, it would not have happened.

They say i was irresponsible, that i should have been paying attention but instead i was busy screaming my self silly.. me and my passengers. We were part of a beer promotion campaign.. Moonberg larger, may you die a slow painful death. Apparently me and the gals were screaming at the top of our lungs with "our thighs hanging out".

They say we were the problem because we had no regard for the pedestrians, we shouted at them insultingly.... actually more accurately, we shouted at her. This woman who turns out to be a representative of the grey's {or is it whites?? } ( nanti they cant be blues) who apparently has some esteem issues.

It would appear she isn't on the right side of pretty or slim but who cares?? A person is a person, right??

She said i did this... she said they have been looking for me for two months. She says i almost run her over in katwe in January. She says me and my gals shouted at her that one fine day in January.

I have thought about what she said and i have many theories as to why she is saying these things about me.

At the top of my list is she is just a hater! I mean, i was probably idling doing my innocent driving by thing as per usual when she chanced upon that number plate.. it is pretty simple to remember.

I'm also wondering what i would be doing in katwe on a fine evening... the place is notorious for jams in addition to which the only reason i would have been there was if i was coming back from Entebbe which does not make sense. I live on the side of town where it would not make sense to go through katwe.

Even if she insists that i was in the vicinity... the only way i could have almost run her down is if she carelessly crossed the road. Pedestrians are notorious for that.. i would know, i am one of them!

If she insists that i was part of a beer promotion, they we would have been moving slowly, yes?(prolly in 4-5pm jam) Which means for the near accident to occur, she must have just decided to yingia the road unless of course she crossed at the zebra crossing (dont know if katwe has one, i seem to remember seeing one, the lines aint there any more...tis a really vague recollection that) so unless she was at that point, essentially i had the right of way.

I know what her argument will be, the car is more powerful than the pedestrian so the "car" should be more responsible. I tooootallly agree... but when, as the pedestrian, tis sincerly your fault because you over estimated the attention the driver was paying, then dont blame the car.

You see, this is one thing people dont get...the driver is paying attention to like gazillion things at the same time. You thinking you are important enough to be seen, may be your first mistake.

Back to my defense...

January was a hard month... the start of a hard year for me. The kenya elections situation made fuel a thing of luxury in jan, remember that? i have horror stories from Jan. So for it to be insinuated that i was busy gallivanting in a fuel less car goes against the grain.

Me? beer promotion??? NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEYVAH! Even if you are my boo, i am sorry, there are just somethings a gal should never be associated with and that one ranks high.

PLus who takes a tiny car full of gals on beer promotions? This aint a campus Guild president election campaign where we are desperate for just about any car we land on. This is promoting a NEW beer in Katwe or there abouts ...

Nti we were making noise and carrying on like some happy birds... lemme show you the car.. you be the judge... just how many loud carrying on people with "their thighs out" can you fit in here? ((the windows b tinted by the by))

I rest my case.

I am seriously doing a low low thing because this woman is out to get me. But on my braver days, i stand out n say "take your best shot cooper!!!! i can prove where i was.... can u???"

side note: if i disappear.. the coppers got me!! they got me good!!!

Run out of titles...

2008-04-04T21:40:00.000+03:00

so munange, wasnt i there lounging innocently this morning when i got this sms....

"hey dear, how are u?all good i hope. kati news has it we have a loveli baby on the way...some not sharing? i have beef! so who'z baby daddy?"

Needless to say i fell off my bed laughing.

First off since i dont have this number, i decided that the msg must have come to me in error. Second...man, who is spreading these rumors?????? They have about a 0.000000000000000001% chance of being true.

I didn't know how my day could be topped by that.... but waiiit... there's more.

The popo'z out to get me! i aint even tripping... i aint making it up... the real police, the fuzz, the coppers...those peeps!!!!

Will tell u abt that one another day..... onto happier topics....

Friday night...im at home. My bro called me up to ask what was going on and im like... im at home. Dad and mum too... and he goes like..." Yeah, THEY are supposed to be there...y are u in on friday???"

well brother of mine, as u can cleeeeeeearly see... i aint out! im here doing re runs of watever unfortunate thing PPTv comes up with in the hope that i will find something worth while that i can blog about soon.

You know...today i was thinking...why did i start this blog??? ((almost a year ago by the by)).... im trying to remember what i said in answer to mr.B2b's qn... ((why try to remember when i can find the answer...silow gal!!!)) hmmmm....seems i cant find it...or maybe it wasnt basix who asked...ooo well doenst really matter.....

My answer... it was something new for me to do and at the time, there was sooo much drama going on, i haaaaaaaaad to be a part of it.

More importantly as i have recently realized, i like to talk... (yes, no suprise there) what you might not know is i dont get to talk that much coz i spend most of the day by myself... so i cant exactly tell myself lame jokes, can i?

I cant exactly hold baaaaaaad conversations with myself so by the time the evening gets here man, i wannna yap! Problem is, everyone else is on the low low from hard days and troubles and drama. I end up listening and commiserating instead......

SO my blog is a way for me to talk. Peeps say i blog a lot... yes i do... but im just getting whateverz going on out there... it neeeeeeds to get out!!

In other news... yesterday i was kinda picked on by some duuuuuuuuuuuuude!!!! And i mean, he looked good from far... ((grins))

okay, i need to confess that i have sight issues so if i snob u... its prolly coz i havent seen you so please jump in front of me and say hi... i will gladly grin back and yap...

So dude decides he knows me....yes this tends to happen to me, wonder why it isnt someone cool like....like... Navio (klearkut)..saw him today, dude is tall.... he would not see me..

or like Menshan (u know Peter miles n Menshan ) ... some of you wldnt know who Menshan was if i did not associate him with Peter Miles

have i ever told u that my heart bleeds for sidekicks? poor Menshan never gets recognized, cant do nothing without Peter... or maybe he can...some day.

OOO yes.. dude who decided he knew me..said hi...sat down with the babe he was with..... said bye when i was leaving. It was all really groovy but i happened to realize dude is prolly younger than me... sigh.. sigh...weep weep.

O well... another one bites the dust...

whatcha up to????

Around and about..

2008-04-03T10:15:00.000+03:00

1. Happened to land on the eye magazine. Pretty nifty idea this is (basically, its a guide to Uganda-very touristy in its approach.. online version here (takes some time to load and is pretty hard to maneuver around, according to me atleast! )

Happened to land on a few bits and pieces i thought were interesting:

*** Indulge- Fine Food Delicatessen. Great Food, Fine wine, what else is there???

Open Wed-Sat 10am-4pm, Sun 10am-2pm

QN: how many people do you know who go wine drinking between 10 am and 4pm?

Conclusion: they are not in it for the money, cl-e-a-r-ly

***** Nile Horseback Safaris Short rides and over night safaris... cater for all abilities (whatever that means) Jinja, Uganda's adventure Capital!

Interesting idea this... wondering how many people would actually turn up.... please note that i am refering to the indigenous. Most of y'al would jaaaam to even turn up which is probably coz first off, these chaps at the office prolly wont even sign you up, prefering to ask instead if you are sure you are in the right place.

what's with ugandans anyway? so i want to do some weird stuff...tis no onez bizness but my own. Plus..im actually paying!!

****** The eye magazine people should be embarrassed, shy even! On their General information page, they talk about money tips and how despite what is claimed in some guide books credit cards are not widely accepted..... the ugandan shilling is quite stable against the dollar...... dollars are more welcome than Euros and sterling. Paying in dollars can also lead to some frustration.

Yeah, nothing outwardly embarrassing about that only that the notes are dated prior to 1990. what year are we in again??

i wld have sent them an email but if they are anything like every other Ugandan...err... tisnt exactly an effective way to get the message across. So if you know anyone who works there...help!!

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2. why do touristy pictures feature wazungu allllllllllllllllllllllll the time?? i know we are trying to attract'em and these activities are actually talor made for'em but once in a while... im available to model ((grins))

which reminds me.. ever notice when churches are doing ads (okay, trying to tell us to go seek Jesus), the wazungu are always at the front of the church is groups at that?

i know we break out in song, "awa visitorz we a ape! 2 c u here in awa church" but people people!!

Isn't it really about Jesus and not who goes or doesn't go to your church???

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3. twists! Imagine giving away parts of your body in the name of sustaining life only to... well... not sustain it per se. This is exactly what happened when 15-yr-old Alex koehne parents made donations of his organs. Alex passed away, from what was considered bacterial meningitis at the time. Later, after the parents insisted on an autopsy, it became apparent that he actually had a deadly cancer known as anaplastic T-cell lymphoma.

This was by the way, after his liver went to a 52-year-old man, his pancreas to a 36-year-old woman, and his kidneys to a pair of men, ages 46 and 64. Full story here.

Imagine the hooooorrroooor.

Randomzies

2008-04-02T17:02:00.000+03:00

1. I passed by peace's and she has an interesting interpretation of something i saw on the news yesterday. I hadnt thought about it from the angle of the peep being arrested.

Here's a brief recap (note: i actually did not start at the beginning so i was trying to figure out what was happening)

This guy (looked Somalian or Arabic) about 25 is being ruffed up by some policeman. There are about 6 other police around him and a crowd of 20 or so around. We cannot see the actual arresting policeman coz of the angle of the camera but there's a lot of dialogue going on... ( i must confess this is what i found funny)

Guy (being arrested...with oba American accent, simanyi): what you doing?

P. 1: you arl coming with us..stop stru-gooling ((like 4 other police tagging at poor chap))

Guy: thats okay. But im a citizen so you should treat me right

woman in background: eh eh! watizi happening??? ((voices mumbling,trying to explain)

Meanwhile...

P.1 : eh eh! u man! wat are u trying to do?????

Guy: i asked if you were going to lunch.

P.1: eh u man! u are trying to bribe me!!!! me i am an officer! how do u try to bribe me???

((a lot of guy tagging at going on))

woman in background : eeeeeeh eh!! kyoka people can u imagine what that boi didi????

Guy: i just asked you if you were going to lunch

P.2 : how do u attempt to bribe an officer?

P.1 : Cani u see this man? he asked if i was going to lunch and then he gave me 20,000 shs. whatiz wrong with u??? we are going to the station.. come we go!! ((roughly pushes guy))

suddenly Mummy Guy arrives (( has a ka accent as well)) : leave my son alone. He didn't know. dont take him down to the station

woman in background: kati oyo ki ki????

P.3: yo maamma.. your son is being taken to the station. he has attempted to bribe policeman!

Mummy abt to waiiiiiil: leave my son!!

Guy: Mum. wat is it u want? leave me to go ((accent has faded by now)) lemme just give her the keys to the car then we can go....

woman in background: watizi happeningi banange????

QN: why was the NTV news crew on hand??????? Poor lightie targeted by the popo!!!

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2. Was watching "who we are".. ((yeah i was over watching serious programs, sue me) and they were talking to the abayudaya or Ugandan jews, pretty small sect who follow Jewism and more importantly only the Old testament.

Interesting stuff, they even speak hebrew or yiddish or is it jewish? (LOL). *

Fun aside, the one thing i thought was hillarious if not a bit far fetched was in relation to the meats they are not allowed to eat...something that sets them apart from "normal christians" and muslims.

i hear they do not eat pork (ok) , rabbit ( ooo.. okay not shelf ready but available, okay)... then get this... CAMEL

qn: we are we going to find one in Buganda?????? i mean,if we were tempted to eat one, u know, in rebellion...just as u know a BBQ of sorts.. just asking....

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3. Things happen every so often to remind you that christians, just like anyone else, are just people at the end of the day. The only problem is that the 'moral" bar is much higher and so you are judged harshly and sometimes your actions have impacts of peoples faith.

wont tell sob story, somewhat similar to cheri's only with some cell leader (bible study leader person) looting the boi.

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4. I went to the beach last friday. Yes i went, despite the promises of rain to come, i mean, who trusts the meteorology office anyway????

meanwhile i understand their roof leaks... that should tell us something, dont you think?

What was my point? Ooo yes... idling along i landed on a 10k note in the sand. tis the first time i have ever landed on money.

Someone jokingly suggested that some person had dropped it on their way outa the lake ((LOL))

*****certain belief that through witchcraft you can visit the gods under the water and ask for whatever u desire. Details are a bit sketchy though....

**** googled the language jews speak.. apparently depends on where they live so its either Yiddish or hebrew.

Respect, understanding...starts with you.

2008-04-01T15:41:00.000+03:00

Months ago, everything in your life was stable, good friends, good music, good food and all that. Then cherise went n done a stupid thing, she encroached on "private property" and we aint talking land here.

Well technically they not private property but we are talking about becoming friends with that dense best boy mate of yours.Suddenly you are getting updates from her and being asked where He is so THEY can hang. Both of them are too wrapped in the magic of the experience to realize that they are hurting you and are too caught up to realise that they would not even be together if it wasnt for you.

You do not know who of the two to blame or beat up more. Dense Darren for not knowing or Stupid Cherise for knowing what it feels like and being herselfish self and going out of her way to become her engaging self.

You rationalise that Darren is naturally dense, he's a guy...wat does he know anyway,right?
Now Cherise on the otherhand... knows guyz are dense and uses it to her advantage so technically, she's the problem.

But u know what they say...if ur peep is going to stray, there aint nuthing u gonna do about it.

So you take the high road..laugh when u need to.. smile when u need to... offer assurance when needed...explain him to her to make it easier for her to understand him.... listen to her for hours tell you about how brilliant he is and what he is up to and all that time, you are thinking to yourself...
yeah, i used to know this. I USED to b the one he talked to. I used to KNOW what was going to happen before it did... yeah i USED to be the ONE

There are a few disturbing things said as the days became weeks,fortnights, weeks...months.

She still thinks Darren thinks you are the cheese and Darren still tries to involve u in his life (albeit half heartedly according to you). it always comes across like you are the spare peep.

When his SMS's dwindle, you remember her one day jokingly swearing to come between you and you think "guess the jokes on me".

He calls you up, you are excited until u learn that he called Cherise first and because she didnt pick up n he needed a filler, he called you.

But on days when you are feeling secure about who you are, you sometimes think maybe this is just a phase, Darren will come back to me...he knows where home is....

This goes on for a while until one day you wake up and realise that you dont need anyone to reafirm who you are, to approve of you... to be your "yes man".

You had gotten so caught up in seeing yourself through other peoples eyes and forgotten to take a lot and see the person you know you are....You were before them and you will be after them.

As the days become weeks and months, you are no longer hurt when Darren doesnt take the time to find out how you are because quite frankly, your life did not stop because he didnt ask.
You dont mind cherise telling you about him but because you have stopped being the "key-to-darren-guide" it amuses you no end when she fumbles around.If she wants to be with him, she needs to learn, no short cuts.

You stop looking for clues in everything he says and then u realise, you have finally grown up. Sure you still believe in dreams and love and all that rot... it doesnt mean you will ever forget who YOU are.

The most important lesson you learned and remembered is you are an important independent valuable person in your own right.

check this out!!!

2008-04-01T13:54:00.000+03:00

As i was iddling by Mo Ma's i landed on this thingy here. U have goooooooooot to check it out!!!!!! it tracks people.. i'l let u find out locate!

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2008-04-01T09:56:00.000+03:00

1. So i was watching Hot Steps the other day (dance show with ronnie, michael n some chick on NTV) and honestly it wasnt that much fun to watch. But i was bored and figured i had nothing to loose, right? i kept hopping something rib tickling would happen... i mean, we are talking Ugandan tv here, right?

so after a few minutes of looking at Ugandans trying to b kewl on the telly, i came to the conclusion that, yes, cameraz make people do funny things.

first off, the judges come off like they are at some quiz, like they are afraid that Mirinda (official sponsors) will ask for their money back or failing that, a change in presenters. I sometimes feel like writing them a little note telling them to be kawa! tis their show! and more importantly, they do know each other, they havent just met and so they aint out to impress each other.

I think its a result of this whole " i have to be serious and formal" thingy that we take on possibly because of the way we were brought up. If everyone is paying attn to you, you cannot afford to come off as goofy and yet know what you are talking about. Instead u come off loooking like a clown, which if u really think about it, is okay... u just come off loooking like one, doesnt mean u are one!

Reminds me of that statement people used to make, in reference to being in the world but not of the world " just because i sleep in a garage, it doesnt make make me a car".

I would actually say charles Mwiyeretsi something or other , the presenter, is the more interesting person to watch although u end up trying to figure out if he is going to lisp or not or...... wont go there, i myt actually meet the chap one day, nanti kla is ssssssssssmmmmmaaall!

ooo yes, the funny part.... these chaps (judges) put the kiddies through rigorous cheorographed steps (Note: do not compare these steps and mode of teaching with "Making the band" or "so you think you can dance" or whatever) after which they picked 24 (i think) from the 47 left.

Now, what these chaps forgot was the mic. was turned ON so we could clearly make out their elimination process. Imagine the contestants "suprise" when they got eliminated......

2. I realized something a whiles back...something i had forgotten about me, something that i let get to me and make me vulnerable. I guess i kinda forgot to look in the mirror to remind me of what i looked like and who i am.

Does that ever happen to you? Like you take major crap from people and then its like you wake up and realise that you are above that?

I think its just that point we all have to reach individually. I have heard so many people say "T! you are better than that!"

No kidding! i know that..... but until it clicks somewhere in me, i aint moving coz i'l still be fighting with other aspects about me. its kinda like waiting for all your watch dails to line up.... if they aint in sync, you will watch the silly face until they do line up...then u can finally move on.

That one moment is all it takes. That one moment for everything to click. That one moment...for you to clearly say "forget you".

Interestingly enough (yes im almost thru with the philosophy) once u cross that line of "self awakening" no matter what happens and what peeps say, ya aint going back.... word!