The Impenetrable Life

The otherside

2008-11-26T05:06:00.000-08:00

....someone once told me the grass was much greener.....On the other side. So I paid a visit and Im sure it was worth it.

So I'm moving house

All The Strange People

2008-11-23T22:56:00.001-08:00

There is this film crew from Holland that I happened to run into at one of the tour camps. They had 12 contestants and were shooting a 9 part series on surviving in the jungle. So they were like mini celebs but only in Holland. Anyway Im happy to report that our jungles are indeed a force to reckon with as several contestants bailed out in the first leg of the race. Cant blame them, One was a model and had permanent make up put on so that she would always look good for the camera. For Privacy issues I will not put up any picture on this post. Most of the guys were really tall with long hair so it must be trendy again, thought it had died with old skool rock stars. Anyway the few who managed to finish the race loved the place and some are coming back over christmas for a leisure visit.

My Chogam crack

I never did breath a word in my blog about chogam, I guess I fall in that category that CB severely criticised. Anyway I heard this hillarious crack from my boss who was one of those in the line up to greet the queen. well him and many other British Nationals who are believed to be doing good work in Uganda. So this was apparently the conversation between Prince Phillip and the doctor next to my boss.

Prince Phillip: So what do you do?

Doc: I work in the prevention of HIV from mother to child

Prince Phillip: Oh, really.....Well the last time I was in Uganda, the population was 15million and now its soaring. Surely alittle HIV cant be that bad?

Doc: {{blushes after the tactless remark}}

Stephen Fry was here, dont say I didnt tell you......

Top 10 Rukiga swear words

2008-11-20T05:04:00.002-08:00

So in my attempts to cope with the society I have moved into, Im learning the language. My tutor however came up with this list, couldnt stop laughing.

Top 10 Rukiga swear words

1.Kakyogenyoko -fuck your mum
2.Obyekifera -you are an oxen
3. Tumbafe -you are stupid
4.Kakanyoke -you die ( hehehehehe)
5. Ndakuswewra -Fuck you
6. Nagumagyere -you walk like a duck
7. Odyembwa -you are like a dog
8.Ori omushija kushwerera ndijo -you are gay (no offence GUG)
9.Ori kunyampa -you are a c***
10. Ori maraya -You are a prostitute

Feel free to expand the list, he might have missed out something.

Lost And Found

2008-11-19T00:50:00.000-08:00

Here I am, swapped the city life for a more fulfilling one I hope.

Or was it the eye candy........ Mike (medical student from the US)

I stopped blogging for a while because; honestly I had nothing to write about. I was bored, nothing excited me anymore and it’s my responsibility to keep myself entertained in this short life that I have been given. So I am sorry guys but I quit my job again……. (Hard to believe huh?). Did I mention we have a short life?

I have moved on to literally greener pastures, I am part of the cast of the real life Survivor series if you may. I Live in Bwindi now, yes in the impenetrable forest with the Batwa pygmies. And I got pictures to prove it. There is no electricity, piped water, there isn’t much really. But it’s possibly the most beautiful place I have ever seen. The rainbows are spectacular and you sometimes get to almost touch one. It’s no wonder people like Stephen Fry and Bill Gates chose this as a vacation spot. By the time I get back, my autograph book will be full. I am not here for the mountain gorillas’ coz the truth is I cannot afford to see them in my own country. It costs about $100 for nationals to get a permit. Can you believe that? So Im hoping one will show up at the edge of the forest one day for public viewing.

I do not miss Kampala one single bit, for now anyway. so for now I will just settle for fulfilling my responsibility to mankind. Come on; look at these faces…..

Sweet..

Sleepy.........

grumpy.....

Congolese Refugee

My fabulous boss Paul.

If you want to support a cause.....

2008-08-25T09:38:00.000-07:00

“Back in the day when I was young, I’m not a kid anymore but somehow ……..”
Never in my “ambitious” life did I ever imagine that when asked what I wanted to be when I grow up the answer would be,
A lay about, just chilling
And that’s exactly what I’m doing, Just chilling. Sleeping for 14 hours a day and watching TV for the rest. I’m not on leave if that’s what u are thinking, I really have discovered what I want to be in life.
And I would be fine with my decision except for that quarterly thing called rent, Geez the price we pay for freedom! So anyway I have to make rent while fulfilling my life’s dream and nobody seems to be paying me for lying about.

Things I have considered doing for rent

1. Faking a death in the family, didn’t know who to kill so I abandoned project
2. Getting myself a hajji, word has it they like kept women. The catch is I would have to consider converting to Islam and revising my dress sense.
3. I noticed my landlord is kinda sweet on me, seeing that he can’t express himself without touching me. But how do I get his wife in on this as well?????
4. Selling the fridge, if only it didn’t belong to my housemate….hmmmm
5. Creating a bloggers contribution fund. Would u guys seriously consider this??? Just imagine its as dire as say…a heart transplant or my brain has regressed.

Safe from what Oba???

2008-08-14T00:29:00.000-07:00

Some guy calls me up at 3:00am in the morning apparently to check if he is Safe. I should know by now that not all calls after midnight are emergencies, but I just cant seem to run my phone off. Honestly safe from what???
Anyway further probing led me to realise that this guy whom I barely know by the way was just curious about my bedmates and wanted to know if there was someone else in with me last night.
I am ready to shoot someone......

I Hate him

2008-08-05T01:24:00.000-07:00

I hate That he likes to Hold my hand at every opportunity, coz My treacherous heart cant let me Love him the way he deserves. I hate that he is patient, soo patient with me that everytime I crash and burn he still holds my hand. Promising that he will always be there for me. Even when that other jerk stood me up, he tried desperately to cheer me up. God, I hated him then......Why cant he just be like the rest of them??? Would I love him then........

Hey Tandra I went on My very own Blindish Date

2008-07-30T00:20:00.000-07:00

And there on the cold freezing balcony, he first walked past me to get himself a drink from the bar. Came back outside, grabbed a chair and placed it as if to say,

"Here I am take ur best shot"

See this was my elusive electronic pal with whom I had shared intimate details of my life, loving the whole mystery thing about him. As far as was concerned, he lived on my phone and I in his. And after a year of not knowing who this confidante was, I decided it was time.

Sitting next to me, it was almost as if we hadnt transitioned from electronic communication. There was no ice to be broken and conversation flowed quite easily. we normally updated every second of our days activities by sms so, we didnt have anything new to talk about really. So we talked about anything and everything.

We Loved the same music and sang along to our favorites like 3 doors downs"here without you", Breaking Benjamins "breath". Shot down a couple of whikys and totally lost track of time. Next thing we know, it was Tuesday morning.

Yes I finally met him and all first date rules were broken.

Bring on the Sperm

2008-07-23T00:07:00.000-07:00

I seem to be losing alot of relatives and friends lately, so before my lineage becomes extinct I need to procreate. That means lots and Lots of sex.

Grief

2008-07-16T01:51:00.000-07:00

My aunt Laa died last Friday. Laa is actually short for Labeka which is a luo translation of Rebecca. Her name was Joanna Rebecca, a beautiful name befitting of the beautiful and graceful person that she was.When my grandmother died, my father was only 5 years old. At 12, she raised my father and her other siblings, sacrificing her own happiness so that they could become the people they are today. I cannot even begin to describe this remarkeable woman, so I will not try. My heart is still sore and the tears still hanging on the brink of my lashes. I hope we gave her a well deserved send off. And that is why my first daughter will be called Joanna Rebecca.

"The Prayer"(Josh Groban feat. Charlotte Church)

I pray you'll be our eyes

And watch us where we go

And help us to be wise

In times when we don't know

Let this be our prayerAs we go our way

Lead us to a place

Guide us with your Grace

To a place where we'll be safe

La luce che tu dai

I pray we'll find your light

Nel cuore restera

And hold it in our hearts

A ricordarci che

When stars go out each night

L'eterna stella sei

Nella mia preghiera

Let this be our prayer

Quanta fede c'e

When shadows fill our day

Lead us to a place

Guide us with your grace

Give us faith so we'll be safe.

Sogniamo un mondo senza piu violenza

Un mondo di giustizia e di speranza

Ognuno dia la mano al suo vicino

Simbolo di pace e di fraternita

La forza che ci dai

We ask that life be kind

E'il desiderio che

And watch us from above

Ognuno trovi amore

We hope each soul will find

Intorno e dentro a se

Another soul to love

Let this be our prayer

Just like every child

Needs to find a place,Guide us with your grace

Give us faith so we'll be safe

E la fede che

Hai acceso in noi

Sento che ci salvera

Kika (chica) The drum show

2008-07-07T03:33:00.001-07:00

I am a self ordained party gal and it takes a terminal illness normally to get me to stay home all weekend. My mother says I was born restless and if I was a mordern child, I would probably be on a lethal dosage of Ritalin. Anyway a most shocking thing happened this weekened, I stayed home on a Friday night and even more shocking revelation; I liked it. Someone said Im growing old, I think Im just growing up. So all those late night callers where really embarassed when they heard the deathly silence when I picked up the phone. Anyway I think Im going to make a few changes and keep Friday night for myself.

Well staying at home Saturday would have been a bit too much so I deiced to go watch Kobs kick heathens B.U.T.T. And then a friend invited me for a drum show. Yes a drum show. I had never been to one and imagined it would be like Percussion discussion kinda gig. Close to the entrance I run into Petesmama who had lost all hope of finding company for the show. And boy was I glad, coz the ladies I was going with cant be a day under 50. And I want to be like them when Im 50, funny thing is they are skinnier than I am, hip, and were only going coz the invitation cards had men with no shirts on. So we had high expectations.

The Show started off well and by the time it ended, or did we walk out before it ended.........dont remember. It was such muzungu plot and we sat and watched as young men with seemingly oiled torsos drummed away. Then in between was what Petesmama called a weak tango, think it was salsa actually. Then it went downhill from there on, what started as a celebration of African tradition with drums turned into some "booty shaking" ghetto fabulous dance moves.

It was a sad thing to watch and I still believe the side show was better. The Ugandan chics who showed up in cocktail dresses and evenning gowns complete with little sequinned purses as usual didnt disappoint. And the Nyamachoma guy recognised me as his customer from the rugby club(its time to disappear for a while). let me not discourage y'all from going for the next show, they are orphans apparently and need your contribution.

Its In His Kiss

2008-07-02T01:56:00.000-07:00

I kissed someone yesterday because I thought I owed it to both of us to find out whether we could possibly be more than just friends. Sounds like a dumb reason I know, But what do you do when somone you have been Bffs with for 8 years turns around and tells you he is in love with you?

I had text book symptoms, I was shocked because i didnt see it coming. Or maybe I did and just ignored it for a long time. Sure explains why I had started to change the topic before he said,

"Will you shut up and listen to me for once!"

Yeah, I was shocked, this man had a spine. Wow! He is kinda hot with his newly acquired balls.

And here comes the denial, classic.

"I think you love me as a sister, you cant possibly be in Love with me. What about your galfriend? I dont want you to mistake our glorious friendship for something else."

And I have been avoiding him for the past week, till last night when he showed up at my house unannounced. After I had slowly been eased into acceptance, I thought about how much torture he had probably been through listenning to all the details of my relationships. And trust me, I told this guy alot. And I felt sad that all this time he was hurting because of me and I was probably too self absorbed to notice his pain.

So the kiss was innevitable, as penance and like I mentioned before perhaps to change the way I l look at him. He drew closer to meet my cold lips, I closed my eyes................................Just want to spare you the Mills and Boon moments.

Im loving it

2008-06-26T02:23:00.000-07:00

List of My Favorite things this Month

Favorite Movie has to go to "August Rush".

There is something about Jonathan Rys Meyers that makes me howl like a coyote. And the way he walks, heaven help me coz Im about to screeaaam.

Favorite Song, Wait ofr it.... Its legend.......... Keisha Cole "Sent from Heaven" or is it "Heaven sent" Ims having one of those Arrested development "Everyday people" People everyday moments"

She is ghetto Fabulous I tell ya. But thats a beautiful song.

Favorite snack, Nalubwamas Hot pancakes.

Nalubwama delivers these to our office every single day and they are divine, not like Neema but amazing. But there is payback because too many of them will have u constipated.

Buddy of the Month award goes to...Rowe, we prolly hit every spot togethr this month.

favorite Blog, Its a Close tie........cant pick one among all you guys You all Rock. Except Tandra and Tandra please dont post for us Shayne Ward. Hehehehe. I beez Kidding, See u at BHH.

Some Role Play

2008-06-24T05:49:00.001-07:00

Call me if u need a few Stitches

Killed me

2008-06-23T04:06:00.000-07:00

New neighborhood, New Problems

2008-06-23T03:06:00.000-07:00

I wasnt aware of the extent of crime rate in Ntinda Naalaya area till New Vision displayed photos of guns, machetes, clubs, razors, nails......name it. After my friend Ox died, my social life also died coz I was afraid to even get out of the house before 8am. So I moved to another affluent neighborhood, Dont hate now. Anyway I decided to go across town to Mutungo-Mbuya. And the traffic is a nightmare.

Welcome committee didnt bring pies or fruit. They brought Magnum and whisky. I found out I have quite a few friends who live that side of town too.

Uno Problemo

There is this pal in the hood who came visiting on Friday and didnt leave till Sunday evening. He just went home to shower and change then back to my coulch. Im hoping there is no repeat performance. So I decided to pay him a return visit instead if only just to get him out of my house. Thing is his galfriend whom he refered to as his "stress factor" decided to visit as well and I believe she had been misled about the nature of out relationship.

Well "Stress factor" had a reason to be suspicious coz dude was cooking, and not just ordinary stuff but proving that his studious years in India were well spent. From the shocked look on her face, he clearly didnt even know where the pans were. Needless to say, the meal was great though I ate all by myself, seeing that the couple was locked up in the bedroom in full blown combat.

This is me,

"Guys, thanks for lunch. I think I will be on my way now, I got stuff to take care of at home"

Dude, "hey, please hold it. I will be with you in a sec"

moi, No its ok, I can see myself out....No need for a push"

Dude races out of the room to catch up with me, Ignoring the rage he left behind. He followed me back home against my better advice to stay and sort himeself out. I thought he would stop at the door and leave after seeing me home safe. Instead he jumps back in and onto the coulch. And here I am thinking what nonsense is this, told him I was expecting some male company and that got him moving.

otherwise Im healthy, not so wealthy but will get there one day. Thanks for asking.........

Invitation

2008-06-18T05:37:00.000-07:00

My good friend Rita Cassadio is having an Orchid Show from 17th -22nd June at Cafe Roma in Muyenga from 10am till dark. come give pleasure to your eyes.
If you have read the last issue of Flair Magazine, she is the Orchid lady featured on the cover. You will be truely amazed if you Love Flowers do visit.

Here it Comes:The Tag Finally

2008-05-21T05:02:00.000-07:00

Four Jobs I have worked
• Technical Coordinator
• Customer service Agent
• Business Development Manager
• Promotions Manager

Four Movies I would watch over and over again
• Love Actually
• Meet Joe Black
• Sound of music
• Pretty Woman

Four Places I have lived
• Kansanga
• Ntinda
• Najjanankumbi
• Naalya

Four TV shows I love
• Greys Anatomy
• Boston Legal
• How I met your Mother
• Men in Trees

Four Places I have been to on Vacation
• Nairobi
• Sese Islands
• Jinja
• Gulu

Four Places I would rather be now
• In the arms of my weakness
• At a Rock concert
• NewYork City with the kids
• Rome

Four of my favorite Foods
• Pasta bake esp from the ARA
• Pasta bake again
• Shredded beef with noodles
• Chinese food

Been Gone too Long

2008-05-20T04:07:00.000-07:00

My last job was so boring it had be flossing for two hours after my lunch break.
No, My last job was sooo boring I came in at 11am and hung my jacket then went out again.
Anyway, I simply had to get some job satisfaction so I prayed and begged for a more exciting and engaging job.
Well, I got it and then some.........
I pretty much dont have alife outside work, I guess I got what I asked for.(proof that God has a sense of humour)
So how have you all been????
Im just checking in but, will be back very soon when I sort myself out, take care Now.

We raised him Good

2008-03-21T02:50:00.000-07:00

My sister wrote this about my nephew Jordan on my wall.

"I knew you'd find this funny. Here's Jordan's plans for the summer and
I'm quoting.

"Lemonade + customers = $
ice cream + customers = $
Apple pie + customers = $
smoothi + customers = $
tooth + fairy = $"

The man has money on his mind"

He is only 6 by the way and has more plan than I do at 20...welll something.
Those of you who have met this fine gentleman, Edmo you know he is headed for great things aight???.

Foxtails and What Not

2008-03-11T05:51:00.000-07:00

On Saturday we drove to Kiboga just before Hoima with My friend Rowena to visit a tree plantation.No, I do not work for NEMA and neither does she. This is a forest reserve of about 12 hectares run by the Global Woods project in South America.Mbu everyone is cashing in on carbon trading these days so being the brilliant investors that we are, we dont want to miss out.Ok dont bother because forestry is obviously a very patient business, definately No get rich scheme. So if u have 40 years to wait out, then by all means.

I conquered my fear of heights and climbed a really high water tower(I think I am now ready to go bunji jumping).

Foxtail

Apparently a tree that grows tall and lanky without buffing up is called a foxtail. Kinda like Rev would be considered a foxtail. haaarrnk! (Damn you Baz)
Anyway there is only so much one can write about trees.....

On my way back I get this sms from my house mate, saying

"free beers in Kabalagala, get here now".

Who can resist free beers so I carry my tired-forest-hiking-ass to Kabalagala purely out of curiosity. Ok you got me it was the free beers. Turns out there is a kafunda dominated by Acholis in the heart of this red light district. So I was totally in the Zone, speaking the language like I never left Amuru district. Then they had to play "Anjolina" and all those DJ languna jams and all my reservations about being seen in this joint just faded.

After a few beers, I dared to ask what we were celebrating. Turns out one of the chicks has a muzungu boyfriend who had just given her a major windfall. She was 30million shs richer and needed every excuse to celebrate.

Maybe I should consider a career change. Women in Kabalagala were definately minting the cash.I suspect highly that most of the gals I was partying with that day are prostitutes but that day, they were off duty and genuinely happy for their friend. And I really did enjoy their company as most of them really had some great stories to tell.

Never Tell........

2008-03-05T01:17:00.000-08:00

Its common knowledge and totally goes without saying that when you find your best mates man cheating on her its a bad idea to tell her. Or so people say, but somehow I always thought my friends were different and this didnt apply to them. I figured I would like to know and so would they and boy was I wrong.

So friday night, this is me calling up mate

"hey Whats up, Larry the guy u have a crush on is here visiting from the States and Im meeting him today. Im sure you dont want to miss out on that eye candy. why dont you come along?"

BFF (in words of Tandra) says

" Im sorry, I cant make it coz Im making diner for new beau and hopefully I will get some nookey after."

I laughed and said,

" that guy is gay woman get a grip and dump his ass.

I knew this for a fact because I know alot of gay people in this town who can testify to that.But BFF didnt believe he was gay and in her desperate mind, he was a spouse candidate. So sensing her rage at my claims, I let this go.

Later that night, high on nothing but life itself, I bump into "new beau" on the dance floor.He looked shaken when he saw me, but I was going over to say hey to the guy he was dancing with. A guy I had met at a certain "will and Grace" themed party. No stars for guessing his orientation there.So I asked,

"thought you was having diner"

New beau: Oh, that was earlier.

He was rather uncomfortable and a few minutes later they snuck out of the pub.So the next day I notice BFF is online and left a message which she didnt reply immediately. I asked her to get back at me coz I wanted to talk. I came back later to find offlines from Hell.

"I know u want to trash him, But Im tired of listenning to ur quirks about him. He is not gay and I wish you guys could just be
happy for me."

I was indeed going to tell her what went down that night but totally put off, I told her I couldnt care less what her and her gay beau where up to. She then apologised for being presumptuos and I chickened out of telling her.I know she will get her heart broken but this is a lesson she sadly has to learn on her own in the meantime I will just be minding my own business.

Meanwhile

That night on my way home, I realized my bundle of keys was missing. That means, my gate keys, house keys, office keys, post and every single thing I had a key for were missing. I figured I must have left them at the pub which was closed by that time. So the next morning I went to the pub to retrieve my keys and the bar man laughed and asked,

"where did u sleep last night?"

Dude you have no idea I thought to myself.

All about me:Tagged Post

2008-02-28T01:56:00.000-08:00

Now why wasnt i looking up? this would have made a great "Police" bilboard.(speed boat to Sese)

1.Every Other Time

This is a song by LFO that someone said was written with me in mind.

keep it up home girl

don'tcha quit

u know the way u scream is the ultimate

And when I walk away

just watch the clock n then

I don't even get around the blockand i say "let's talk about it"as she walks out on me and slams the door

one day we'll laugh about it

cuz we're always playin those games

People around me think Im the meanest person alive, and the same people think Im the kindest person they have ever met. I guess Im a walking talking oxymoron.

2. My house smells of coffee and chocolate, so for me thats the smell of Home. Some of my favourite people in this whole wide world.

My nice Natalie and Nephew Jordan

3.For 3 months now I have been having late night sms chats with someone I have never even met.Whats even wierder is I get to divulge deep dark secrets to this stranger who somehow knows how to make it all better.Perhaps we shall meet oneday, but Im not in a hurry to do so because it will probably ruin this "thing" that we have. Somehow I feel like there is someone out there who understands me and we talk about everything and sometimes nothing.

4. Im like a bondage warehouse when it comes to relationships. There is never really any closure. The goods come in and never leave the warehouse.I recycle boyfriends. I break-up with them and a year later I run into them looking all scrumptious again and its "showtime". Maybe Im very forgiving of their transgressions, Like I dont hold a grudge or perhaps the sex really was that good. Whatever it is, I need help because my longest relationship to date has been 7 months of which I didnt see him for the last 3 months.

5. I have no idea what Im doing with my life. Absolutely clueless! I quit jobs ever so often and most people think Im a risk taker yet Im just plain stupid and bored. I have been extremely lucky because I seem to find another one just as easily as I quit them.But Im afraid my luck is gonna run out soon.

6. I hate weddings!So if you dont invite me to your wedding, you are prolly doing me a huge favor.My friends are constantly threatening me that I will be their maid of honor.And this is my ernest plea,I love y'all but please dont do this to me.pleeeaase!!!

I tag Minty, Sybella, Smelling the coffee, The couple weak dudes,Lulu,Lissing Mink. Guys you know the rules, u have been there done that.

Wine Tasting

2008-02-25T02:22:00.000-08:00

Forget sensory examination with the aim of becoming connoiseurs, ours is just an excuse to booze up and a good one too. I mean the intricacies of wine tasting are just too much so we toned it down alot so we could just have fun.

Here is How

Ideal:
Pour a glass of wine into a suitable wine glass. Then take a good look at the wine. What color is it? Look beyond red, white or blush. If it's a red wine is the color maroon, purple, ruby, garnet, red or even brownish. If it's a white wine is it clear, straw-like, golden, light green, pale yellow or brown in appearance?

boozie:

Pour the wine into a suitable glass is it red or white???

Ideal:
Our sense of smell is critical in properly analyzing a glass of wine. To get a good impression of your wine's aroma, gently swirl your glass (this will enhance the wine's natural aromas) and then take a quick whiff to gain a first impression.
Still Smelling. Now stick your nose down into the glass and take a deep inhale through your nose. What are your second impressions? Do you smell oak, berry, flowers, vanilla or citrus?

Boozie:

smell, now do u detect the alcohol? Thats good.

Ideal:
Taste Finally, take a taste. Start with a small sip and let it roll around your tongue. There are three stages of taste.

Boozie:

Three whole stages, how much tasting can one do.....

Anyway we gonna have another wine tasting soon and I will be inviting y'all who can make it. Will keep u posted.

Found this funny clip too http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y_S-BmQ4KF0 (Borat goes Wine tasting)

Its Me Standing in the Middle of Prayer

2008-02-22T02:01:00.000-08:00

I have not been my usual ebullient self lately, And every morning I have the same ritual. I sit at my dresser and tell myself I will be alright then I smile because I dont believe a word I say.

But yesterday a funny thing happened, I believed me when I said I will be alright. My faith was restored just like that and I did something even more foreign to me. I prayed! Yes I prayed, and not that selfish demanding prayer when Im in a rut. I was grateful that I believed in me again, that I recognised that girl in the mirror. I wonder where she has been these past weeks.

Someone very dear to me has an extremely complicated life and in conversation, I told him he needs therapy. He says he doesnt need therapy, what he needs is Will Power. To make the decisions he has to make and not worry about the consequences. It got me wondering, Is is sometimes necessary not to be overly cautious because it sometimes stunts your progress? Risky business this life here.

Country Music Is Kadongo Kamu....

2008-02-14T23:57:00.000-08:00

Seriously down to the Stetsons. Need I say more???

Just Wondering........

2008-02-11T23:50:00.000-08:00

Do colours have a sex?

I met this guy srecently who has dreadlocks and the courage to wear a red shirt with white polka dots. Of course his sexuality was a constant debate. But I found him to be rather sexy as he teamed this shirt with a black fitting jacket and a a gorgeous butt in tight jeans.

But then it started the argument among my friends about colours that are considered feminine and masculine. This guy was immediately labelled "gay" because he fancied polka dots which are apparently exclusive to women. Yet he carried it off with a swagger of a straight man and I strongly admired him, because he looked all suave in polka dots. And lately I have see alot of guys in pink shirts so I guess all color boundaries are being crossed right?

Women have forever worn dark colours in all sorts of prints that would normally be considered male, like say pin stripes. So why do people find it so wrong for guys to wear polks dots or floral patterns?

When is it safe to fart?

Most people let out this silent one in a crowd knowing well that it will be hard to pin the villain. Now thats sooo wrong, inconsiderate and down rght punishable. So apparently the polite thing to do is excuse urself to the ladies, and last weekend at this pub, someone did do the right thing. She was safely tucked behind the toilet doors when she let out a not so quiet one. Unfortunatelythe people outside of the toilet door still found it criminal. So really when can I fart other than in the comfort of my bed at night?

Just when you think its Safe to go out Again

2008-02-04T01:01:00.000-08:00

In my Last post I mentioned that Im going to start dating again. be careful what you say coz you dont know when it will come back to bite you in the ass. I was only half serious about this seeing that this dating thing takes alot more than just saying "Im going to date". Well as fate would have it, I met a really Nice guy this weekend. strange, very strange I tell ya.

he had a thick Brit Accent, and we all know how hard that is to forge so I assumed it was real. Anyway on turning around to meet this guy I was being introduced to, I realize he is Ethiopian looking or so I thought. Turns out he is Eritrean (big difference apparently), didnt want to go into it. He was totally my type and even though I do not consider myself racist, his ethinicity bothered me a little.

So we hit it off, he was intelligent, fun and the calmest guy in times of crises. So here we are chilling trying to probe into eachothers lives when a guy I recognised came along. Tall dark Handsome Acholi man who used to own a restaurant I frequented. I introduce them and Acholi guys sets off only to return 5 mins later with something obviously on his mind.

"hey can i borrow her for a sec", he says to Eritrean fella

So off to a quieter corner we go.

Now Acholi dude was miffed that I was hanging out with this guy who seemed like an unlike choice of boyfriend. He naturally assumed of course that we were dating, I guess the chemistry was thick and heavy.

"what are you doing with this guy, sincerely where are you taking him?"

shocked, I decided not to respond. Turned around and attempted to walk away when I heard him say, "I dont know whats wrong with you Acholi gals, you think you are too good for us and only want jungus"

Granted the skinny tall Acholi gal and old muzungu man is a common sight, I hardly fitted the stereotype. I dont date guys from my tribe only because it just seems so incestrous (I dont expect u to understand that).

So to prevent myself from causing a scene by wacking this dude, I went back to my new found pal and told him he might be getting hate mail soon. He wasnt suprised at all and we managed to salvage the rest of the night by extending the party for another 24 hours.

Something from G-Town

2008-02-01T05:38:00.001-08:00

We are going to the Oscars. Aftera series of embarassing acts like Loketo Lee's finally something to be extremely proud of. This amazing documentary that I havent watched yet was nominated for best documentary feature. Im sure its action packed with bwola dance and larakaraka so watch it people because its from G-town.

meanwhile other nominees

The strangest choice for a drink goes to: Guy from rock night who drinks Evervess. They still manufacture that?

Strangest foot wear ever: Who has seen those ganja leaf shaped sandles that people in the ghetto republic are adorning.

Im trying Here

2008-01-29T07:43:00.000-08:00

The Contradiction that I am
So there is all this talk about feminism and basically a womans place in society.And I agree there has been heaps and bounds of opression on the fairer sex but honestly i think we are losing who we really are in this fight for equality. So it got me thinking that perhaps Im a sell out because Im not radical about feminist ideas.All those who went to high school with me could have staked their entire pocket money that I would never wear a dress in my life. Hell most of them though I was gay and trust me the voice didnt help much. I was such a tomboy it was painful to watch. I Loved sports and gangsta rap music (Shhhhh, I even had some wierd Gangsta name I went by). And I didnt even give two shits about feminism. That was who I am frankly and it was a phase but that was who I am.
Now I hate sport, even wear floral prints and pumps all the things I never did.I love cooking for my friends and general house keeping. Im not ambitious really, the things I want in life are very basic. And many people had me cut out in a power suit and possibly in politics. But I dont care to even vote and thats who I am. Its about staying true to oneself right???

Meanwhile in the city of BlogVille............
I havent blogged in eons and for those who were at BHH, I told you why. My life is so freaking interesting that I simply cant pick out an isolated incident to blog about.
A lot happened and this year Im taking risks, walking on the wild side so to speak. Im going to start dating again. I have been harnessing the patience for that.So wish me luck!

A jet fit for a King

2007-12-19T23:22:00.000-08:00

The members of Parliament finally came to their “senses” and approved the new jet for the president. This got me thinking…….yeah there is a first time for everything. My legacy in Amuru is becoming fodder for investors and soon my family will have no where to call home. So how about I make some money on the sly and go shopping around for a new jet.

Check out the interior

Life stinks

2007-11-25T02:53:00.000-08:00

Yeah, the past week has been marred with depression. Life stinks, Love stinks, works stinks even more. I need to escape, coz thats what I am. An escapist! I feel so F**king rotten so Im just gonna take a hiatus and get my head back in the game somehow. Arriverderci!

It came through for her

2007-11-05T01:11:00.000-08:00

Goodbye My Lover
“…..Did I disappoint you, or let you down
Should I be feeling guilty or let the judges frown
I saw the end, before it began………..
Goodbye my Lover, Goodbye my friend
You have been the one
You have been the one for me…..”

As she read the lyrics off the page her friend had printed a month earlier, it all suddenly made sense.
She had spent the night loving him without a care in the world and for the first time all caution out the window, she found out what it was like to just live for the moment.
She had finally realized he could never be hers. She had prayed for Love and God gave her the opportunity to feel Loved. Perhaps she should have prayed for courage. The courage to resist him because of all his baggage.
And there they lay, talking about why they could never be together in spite of their LOVE. He made Love to her with such “finality”. They both knew that after today things would be different. They would be friends (the lie people live with when all they want is to be a lot more than that).
She loved him enough to let him go, she knew if she kept on the relationship with him, she would end up resenting him. So she convinced herself that it was for the best. She kissed him and turned her back to him, trying hard not to let him see her cry. No she was too proud for that.
That’s when she noticed the piece of paper lying by her bedside. She opened it, and even though she knew and loved the song already she read it aloud to him.
And it seemed like the world was transpiring to free her from him.

“….As we move on
Remember me, remember us
And all we used to be…….
…And I love You, I swear its true, I’ve been addicted to you.
Goodbye My Lover
Goodbye my friend,
You have been the one….
You have been the one for me….”
She cried with relief.

LOVE didn’t bring her man Home; LOVE gave her the strength to set him free.

LOVE WILL BRING HIM BACK

2007-11-02T02:40:00.000-07:00

Listenning to: bebo Norman, "Im alright"

mood: Its a furahiday, every things goin' be fine

What the Heart wants

You can never apologize for who you fall in Love with because the Heart wants what the heart wants she always says. Some people say we all have a dating pattern and often it might not be so obvious as in her case. She dated black, Asian, Dutch, and even Jewish. They came in all shapes and sizes except for that phase she had when she liked chubby guys. (Thought they were soooo huggable)
Then at some point she swore never to date black men but then got over that one too. Basically she wasn’t sure what her type was anymore and often when people asked, she would simply say
“I will know it when I see it”.
And she did meet someone she really liked; he didn’t bowl her over the first time they met. Kinda grew on her actually. But yes, she really liked him and even used the word LOVE loosely around him.
But what’s LOVE got to do with it right????

It didn’t even matter that he had knocked up some gal before they met, Or that she was living in his house. No, it didn’t matter at all. Not even that he slept with her in the same bed and prolly had sex with her every night. No it didn’t matter. She believed in the “power of LOVE” like Luther said.
That’s how she became the other woman, His dirty little secret.

She lived with the hope that one day HE would be all hers, and so she settled for the quickies in the car, in the office. It didn’t matter, it didn’t matter at all. Or the hush phone calls when she clearly knew it was her on the other side. Or the excuses as to why he couldn’t come. No it didn’t matter. They were in “LOVE”. And she would wait as long as it takes.

And there she stayed waiting………….waiting………………waiting for LOVE to bring her man home.

Ivan, My Excuse for MIA

2007-10-19T02:11:00.000-07:00

Woke up on Saturday morning with absolutely no plan for the day. Then I decided to blog trot and found out Ivans party was on that day after all. cool! called up T and we decided would hook up and go together like the sisters everybody thinks we are. Anyway, I even had a costume in mind and made T absolutely jealous coz she had nada.

What started out as an innocent lunch date with my friend Rowe turned into a party hoping spree. I swear I had the most loyal intensions to bloggers but couldnt resist going to Charlies party and my friend Jessies as well. some pics to prove it....

I swear Im in that pic if you can see next to Julianas rack.

Ok now my machine is acting up, will post more picks later

The Joy of Orchids

2007-10-11T04:30:00.000-07:00

listenning to: away from the sun (3 doors down)

Mood: seriously praying tomorrow is a holiday.........Please, let it be a holida

I had absolutely no plans for the independence holiday so I decided to call up my dear pal Claudio because I knew he could always come up with something plus well I hadnt seen him in a long while. I woke up in the morning craving his cooking and trust me no chef at any Italian restaurant I know around town cooks better than Claudio. He picks up the call and scolds me for pulling a disappearing act on him, after ernestly apologising, he decided diner was a good idea and his wife would call to confirm the time.

About 30 minutes later, Mrs C calls excitedly, she loves entertaining and wanted to show off her garden as always. Her zest for life always amazes me and anyone recovering from cancer ought to join her support group if she has one.

I figured my friend Rowena would enjoy this as well and besides I needed a ride out of the depth of Muyenga. when we got there, our gracious hosts hadnt even gone shopping for the diner. So we took a camera and went talking to Orchids. Now Mrs C thinks looking at a blooming orchid a whole sexual experience. So she says stuff like,

"Look at the way the tongue caresses the lip...." all this puntuated with a not so subtle moan.

She had the most amazing collection of orchids I have ever seen in any home.I will make it a point to post the pics as soon as Rowena sends them to me and you can be the judge of that.

We had diner later outside in the garden and I swear i could almost hear the plant talk back. It was the most relaxing evening I had had in a long time. And I leant how to make pork Mongolian style and of course pesto. My meals in minutes will never be the same again.

The rest of the week pretty much sucked but I drift off into that garden when the pressures mount.

BHH

2007-10-01T02:37:00.000-07:00

So my curiosity did get the best of me right, blame in Sage for all the flack he gave it or the numerous bloggers who defended it. Well Kissyfur did show up at BHH. Mostly because I was going for rock night and needed to buy time before that and it sounded like a good idea. So yeah, I bribed Tandra with a Tyler Perry movie simply because I desperately needed to have somebody there that I atleast knew.
When i first arrived, I had to meet a couple of friends before so I ventured to another table but instantly recognised the bloogers. Rev gave them away with his dreadlocks and Ivan too from his pictures. eventually Tandra and I made our way to the table and promptly introduced ourselves. we received a warm and very friendly handshakes and I sat next to Rev, who I must say seems way younger than I expected, way, way younger. If they told he was 15yrs old I would readily believe it. He wasnt too thrilled about the age thing though so I will let it go.
Heaven seems like a really sweet gal, the genuine kind (unlike dee) hehehe, Im just playing!
you are sweet too Dee. And I met Carlo and her dotting boyfriend Dante, they look good together I must say.
Baz, we spoke. I cant say I heard anything he said though, could barely hear him. That suprised me, kinda expected him to be loud and obnoxious. And he gave me this book to read, was kinda skeptical at first but then I decided to give it a short. Hillarious I must say, I loved the book Baz.
And we met Lilly, I think that was her name, we all kinda suspected that she was the Kenyan chick though she vehemently denied it. I later got to know her a little more at Steakout.

Final Verdict: Really just a bunch of people out to have interesting conversation and drink soda. On charges of Absurdity, defendants are definately not guilty.
On charges of worshipping false Godesses, well.......didnt like the way Rev. kept mentioning boobs too, Ivan is a witness.

All very delightful people.

My friends Love me

2007-09-24T01:10:00.000-07:00

This was one of the happiest weekends of my life. If I had any doubts about my choice of friends, it was completely bannishedd on saturday. I turned a year older on Tuesday 18th and it was an ordinary day like any other really. I got several birthday wishes from the most unlikely people. The usual suspects (family and close friends) mostly forgot that it was my birthday.anha! One of my friends had a baby that morning too and remembered to call me from her hospital bed to say her baby shares a birthday with yours truely. How cool is that?? totally made my day. I guess Im vying for Godmother now to baby Kayla.

I fuss over every single birthday of mine so in True A tradition I planned something. Not the usual house party BBQ coz was kinda tired of that and yes, I felt like some adult plot. So diner at the New Qhong Qing restaurant I decided. My friend Ba took care of the invites. Saturday morning, nobody had RSVPed so I figured well maybe 10 people. didnt think the restaurant was tha popular so I took my time making the reservations. showed up at 5pm and all tables were taken. Im so screwed!

Pleaded with the little Chinese man who kept saying...."No table, No table madam"

A: Listen, u have no idea, I have invited my firends to have diner with me. u have to find me a table. Its my birthday please do something.

After several minutes of pleading, they got me a table for 15 at he terrace. whew! Thank you Jesus! Now I could go home and change, was even brave enuf to show my "little" belly (didnt anticipate it wouldnt be so little after the diner).

I arrived early to deliver the cake, and 7pm diner time, it was just me and my gal Vic at the table. Fine, they will be here I told myself.

7:30pm still nobody

7:45 Rowe and boyfriend arrive, shortly after Joanna.

8pm 20 people at the table, chinese man annoyed coz I told him 15 people

8:05pm 23 people at table, chinese man now extremely miffed.

All my friends came except Mr. back to basiks. I was ecstatic even before I opened the presents.

And I got the most thoughtful presents I could ever think of.

Best of the bunch

1. Des, took a half nude picture of mine about 4 years ago. tastefully done by the way and I had forgotten all about it. Scribbled my fav maya Angelou peom over it, blew it up and framed it. I cried, it was so beautifully done. Thank you Des, I loved it.

2. The DVD player from everybody. Guys I know you did this for y'all considering all lazy Sunday movie days at my house. hehehe, My player had died about a month ago so this was an amazing gift.

3. My fav card........"having sex is not a crime but a misdemeanor, (inside) The more u miss out, the meaner you get" (Thanks Yuda, Peter, Emma)

Its was all so amazing, then the tequilla rounds later..........I woke up with a smile on my face still because my friends Love me.

Thank you all so much!

Pure Genius

2007-09-20T01:01:00.000-07:00

Listenning to: Don Mclean " Vincent"

Was chatting with this friend of mine who happens to be an alcoholic. And he knows it thank goodness!
And his excuse is, I quote..

" I have 2 hands and only one mouth....."
cracked me up.

Im addicted to Cashews

2007-09-11T06:16:00.000-07:00

Mood: hmm not quite sure
Munching on cashew nuts (better than sex)
Listening to: Weird Al Yankovich, “what if God smoked Cannabis”

Now Im trying to beat Rip van Winkle’s record (I know Vanila ice had a similar name). Im not getting out of bed because I don’t wanna face my problems. Yes I am an escapist so I will stay here until they go away.
Remember the track….” I cant escape this life that Im living, Im in a mix Im in love with two women….......And I dont wanna let none of them go.”
Yeah I kinda like two guys and boy are they different. That’s what makes it so hard. Anyway I watched some old Bachelor the other day and the guys mum told him to choose the person with the least things he would change about them. Good advice I think, doesn’t help me still. Maybe I should have them draw knives at each other. And just incase any of them chances on this post, This work is pure fiction, a figment of the authors imagination.J

The BBQ
I had a nyama fest at my house a week back. The same one Mr. Back to basics was talking about. If you weren’t invited then it’s obvious, we are not friends. So I will prolly not be at your wedding either, that means do not send me invites to wedding meetings. Whew! Finally out of the way!
Had a fab time I think, was too sloshed to remember but rumor has it that I had a great time. Missed out on the flirting sessions btn back to basics and older woman but Im sure he will fill me in. No pun intended. And Im having another one next weekend , yeah because I can and I will be a year younger. A lot to celebrate. Gotta spread my wings ….sweet 20 something….its my time to shine….sweet 20 something. Im sure I wont get a 6 door hammer like those rich brats. Life is soooo unfair. L

Angenoir
I went to the disco finally after 5 years. Hurray! I didn’t know what to expect, this was an entirely new experience to me. The gals would be younger and hotter. And wondering whether the guys would still be hitting on me.
I noticed one thing though, the gals did change (fresh bunch) but the guys were still the same. And I mean the very same people we used to meet 5 years ago. I’m not kidding, I just don t wanna name any names but……. Bob seriously get a life. And you too Isaac get married or something quit bugging the young gals.
Really, even when we were fresh on campus they were still older guys to us and I can’t believe they haven’t moved on. Geez!
Anyway, enuf with the beef but I will set the guys of the cross generation sex campaign on you.

I have a meeting now so I gotta go. And Tandra, my number hasn’t changed by the way. Still the same!

Letter from Newyork

2007-09-11T02:09:00.000-07:00

Letter from newyork finally. I miss them terribly. Anyway I cried abit when I read this.

Hello A,

Hope all is well with you,

We've been having a crazy time trying to get Jo backin school. They started last week tuesday so hopefullythings will settle down soon. He's adjusted easily enough to the school bus routine.

He loves school but poor guy as if the whole accent thing isn't crazy enough he's got a very Bristish teacher who only just moved to NY and says things like brilliant and such other very british expressions. His class is also avery mixed bag of cultures and races from samoa,qatar, cambodia to native New Yorkers. It's fun for us the parents too as the parents meetings are very exciting. Oh and he's the only African and black kid so I'm afraid the dancing is only gonna get worse. (My nephew cant dance to save his life)

Natalie's fine. It's like her teeth were waiting for us to get here to come out. The bottom two came out within a few days of being here. Also we had to get her a walker as she was trying too hard to walk along furniture. Besides it keeps her safer. She's a bit of a terror even with the walker. always in the toilets trying to wash her hand in the bowl, In drawers throwing out things. I'm not that eager for her to walk. Will make my life hell. I've already dropped 2kgs keeping up with her. okay that's the positive side.

Anyway gotta go. A few errands to run. will let you know if there are any developments with the congolese.

ciao

Irene PS: Say hi to Susan and the cousins

You're Gonna Love me

2007-08-31T04:59:00.000-07:00

Tear down the mountains,
Yell, scream and shout.
You can say what you want,
I'm not walking out.
Stop all the rivers,
Push, strike and kill.
I'm not gonna leave you,

There's no way I will!
And I am telling you
I'm not going.
You're the best man I'll ever know.
There's no way I can ever, ever go.
No, no, no, no way,
No, no, no, no way
I'm living without you.I
'm not living without you,
I'm not living without you.
I don't want to be free.
I'm staying, I'm staying,
And you, and you, and you, you're gonna love me.
Ooh, you're gonna love me.
You're gonna love me!

The Sound of Silence

2007-08-27T01:40:00.000-07:00

"Hello darkness my old friend, I've come to be with you again...." y'all know that classic by Simon & Garfunkel.

This week marked the end of an era for me. My sister with whom I have lived for over 8 years finally left for the big apple and this time for a looooong stay. 8 years of sharing our dreams, bad work days, horror date stories and raising her 2 beautiful children together. I went for her farewell office party and almost broke down when her boss sung a karoake re-endition of "wind beneath my wings". She always introduced me as her baby sister as she did that night obviously not acknowledging the fact that Im over a quarter a century old like Mr. Back to Basics (happy belated). I will miss morphing into yellow ranger or playing the part of Kiara and the endless Lion King duets. I guess all good things really do come to an end.

Moving On.....

I went for the big brother eviction party at Phase 2 on Sunday. I was bored and they do have great nyama. Anyway Uncle Mitch was the MC and he decided to play a game of charades. The problem was he got a bunch of idiots including the anorexic chic from Showtime magazine ( Im just hating coz Im fat) . I thought she was blonde till they introduced her partner, a loud mouthed guy with a potbelly and the brain of a dinasaur. He thought he could actually get away with whispering the answers loudly to his partner. he even went on to argue about nothing with the MC.

They asked the simplest questions and alot of prize hungry people queued to try and answer. When I couldnt take the frustration anymore, I just got up and earned me a gift pack that I didnt really want.( Im too sexy for my shoes.......too sexy for....) Dont purge yet!

Anyway, the dynamite in a small package finally left the house to everyones joy. They should have labelled him the midget with a complex instead.

I have no kind words for people at the office today because the canteen has delayed my katogo and Im hungry and pissed.

Sad News

A friend of mine just went from being a battered galfriend to a battered fiancee. About a month ago her boyfriend beat her up, Last week, he showed up with an engagement ring looking apologetic. When I saw her she was in defiant mode, couldnt say anything to her that she didnt know already. I feel so powerless right now.

Disrespect My Mother at your own Peril

2007-08-22T04:24:00.000-07:00

The option of keeping my money under my pillow has never been more tempting than today when I stood for hours in the bank queue. I went with my mum coz we decided to open a joint account to sort out our emergencies. Anyway, my old lady needed a sit so I jumped the queue and asked a few kind people to let her sit on the bench before our turn. I promised not to cheat anybody in the queue so they were more than glad to let her sit.

So as the line moved, she sat back and allowed everyone who came before us to get served. This idiot at the back of the queue didnt know what had transpired before he got there and thought mum was just letting people join the queue before her.

The Dwansy: Madam If you dont want to go then get out of the line, we dont have time for this.

Daughter to the rescue: Excuse me, thats my mother you are talking to so have a little respect.

Dwansy: eh, who doesnt have a mother?

Daughter to the rescue: Well Im not disrespecting yours, so be careful or I will kick your ass!

Dwansy: You think you can beat me , you?

Daughter to the rescue: I will hire someone to do it for me.

Embarassed that everybody else in the queue didnt seem to side with him, he decided to shut up. Just then a friend of mine from school who happens to work at this particular bank swung by and we got reacquainted. My process was sped up and I was glad to get out of the bloody queue.

My mum had never seen me in fight mode like that before, except with her of course ( blame it on puberty).

So if mess with my mum, Im gonna be the one to break it to ya!

When He is Your Best Friends Kid Brother

2007-08-19T23:52:00.000-07:00

Listenning to: you give love a bad name, Bonjovi

sipping on: coffee.

I remember visiting Sundays in Boarding school, plenty of excitement, food and family of course. Our much older and younger siblings running around the compound carrying all that stuff. Well Im the last kid in my family so I didnt have little sisters or brothers for people to gush over. My friends had the most adorable little brothers and we liked pinching their bu cheeks and all that baby talk that prolly annoyed them. They were soooo cute and chubby.

Anyway that was then. Now they are all grown up and when you come awfully close to making out with them in the club, you have to constantly remind yourself that he is your best buds kid bro. Trouble is I think they also like the kink of the older sisters buddy. And believe me some of them are so darn irresistable.

In high school, I was a minister in the school cabinet. Actually I was the magistrate, Duksey Im sure you remember. And the rest of the student addressed me as Honourable ( wierd huh!) and I was revered because I was a tyrant. So I run into this guy who recognised me from high school because several years later, he is still calling me Honourable. So he stopped me and asked if I remembered him and I honestly couldnt recall. Apparently he was two classes behind me and that I was such a great inspiration to him, so he too became magistrate two years after I left the school. So we decided to catch up on high school memories, and the whole time he still kept refering to me as Honourable. He now plays Rugby for my favourite team, about 5'9, and kinda funny. The whole time I was talking to him, I was just picturing him in a different setting whispering "Honourable" in my ear. It was such a turn on. We had a couple of drinks and a friend of mine came to pick me up soon after. He was so saved by the bell he didnt even know it.

I know age dont really matter anymore, but Is it okay to hook up with your friends kid brother and say I want you to be the "Ashton to My Demi"??? (That was soo lame I know)

Flirtations and Come ons

2007-08-09T03:10:00.000-07:00

Im hooked to DSTVs channel 37 lately and Im not apologising for my wack taste in entertainment. So yes I have been watching Big Brother and all the other shows people hate like "Beauty and the Geek". Jack Bauer just doent jazz me, so Im not even going to pretend. I like shallow TV, the likes of E. Before you judge me too harshly, I have also repetitively watched all the shows on the History channel and Discovery. Like Tandra said, Im just a contradiction.

Anyway back to Big Bro, there is this gal Meryl from Namibia that people already love to hate. She is waltzing around in her underwear in the living room and you can imagine the reaction of the housemates and the viewers. and then there is the south african gal Lerato who is a spontaneous and hopeless flirt, Them Bertha from Zim who is soft spoken, intelligent and interesting too.

So these are 3 different kinds of sexy. The argument I had with my sister surrounding this was she didnt like Meryl very much because she was so obvious and apparently guys dont like that. But in all her obviousness, she gannered attention from the guys because there are guys out there who are not mind readers, they simply dont have the time or patience to decipher the "she likes me, she likes me nots". So gals like Meryl appeal to them because they make it easy, that doesnt make her a cheap w**** now does it???

As opposed to gals like Bertha who seem unattainable. Well granted they love the chase and the challenge of such conquests sometimes its not what its cranked up to be. I like gals like Lerato who strike the balance properly, not too obvious yet not to unattainable. In otherwords if I were a guy, I would date me. (hehehe)

Then the Ugandan gal broke down yesterday and downright lost it. Some teacher of hers in Primary school touched her inappropriately. Gave her low marks just so he could have quality time with her. sad really, but how could she reveal all that on day 3 of the show. Anyway I guess sometimes talking to strangers is better. But they need to get her a shrink. It made for good viewing last night.

plus

My 5 year old power rangers obsessed nephew woke me uo this morning to tape some paper contraption to his hand. I was trying to squeeze in a few last minutes of sleep to I mumbled something to the effect of, "will do it when I wake up". Then he goes on to say, "but you are already awake". I didnt Burge so he threw a tantrum and yelled...."you know what I have realised A, that you cannot help anybody ever, Now my day is ruined!" Then he decided mbu he is going to meditate and I thought good idea. Its no wonder people dont believe he is only 5, meditate my a**! Then he goes to his camping tent that we pitched in the empty living room and found that my diaper-free niece had peed all over his comic. His day was now ruined for sure.

Let me set about blog hoping. I hope someone is out there fanning the feud, its better than Diamonds Ensemble.

The Body Electric

2007-08-05T23:55:00.000-07:00

I sing the body electric
I celebrate the me yet to come
I toast to my own reunion
When I become one with the sun

And I'll look back on Venus
I'll look back on Mars
And I'll burn with the fire of ten million stars
And in time
And in time
We will all be stars

I sing the body electric
I glory in the glow of rebirth
Creating my own tomorrow
When I shall embody the earth

And I'll serenade Venus
I'll serenade Mars
And I'll burn with the fire of ten million stars
And in time
And in time
We will all be stars

We are the emperors now
And we are the czars
And in time
And in time
We will all be stars

On Saturday I went to this orphanage in Mutundwe called Dwelling Places and there I met Hamza. Hamza is a 5 year old retarded boy with he oldest and most cliche story of the vile stepmother and dad who couldnt careless. And the trauma he went through you wouldnt even believe and its no suprise that he lost his mind so early. And as I looked at him ranting violently at the other children, I felt sad that he never even had a chance. And these are moments when my mortal heart questions my faith.

Is it too late for me?

2007-07-31T04:58:00.000-07:00

Dear Dr. Prassad,
Its alarming the heaps of potential I have in me and I know this because its all I hear from everyone who knows me. I often have the most brilliant of ideas, some of them destructive but generally progressive ideas. but whoever cursed me did a good number on me because I must be one of the laziest people I know for sure. It takes massive effort for me to even sit up for long. most of the time, Im just reclined really and ever since I can remember, getting me out of bed was always a tag of war. I used to have these recurring dreams where I always 'woke' up and got ready for work and I normally woke up on my way to the breakfast table. Only to find myself still in bed and an hour late. Most people would panic and rush out, I always found a way to rationalise it.

And so my common phrase is, "If you are late, just be late properly. 5mins, 1hr, whats the difference, Late is late!" Thats when I hatch up an excuse and sleep a little more. I postpone everything to the absolute last minute and barely make my deadlines. I know what I ought to do, I have prayed about, if I believed in witchcaft, I would have given it a try as well.
Please Dr. how can I get off my lazy ass and realise the dreams I have always had? Is there a medical name for my condition and if so how can I possibly cure me of this acute laziness?
It is ruining my life, please help me get my life back. Or I will be forced into an occupation that keeps me on my back.

And another on bites it!

2007-07-24T00:29:00.000-07:00

"Its a long road to Freedom, awinding steep and high. But when u walk in love with the wind on ur wings, cover the earth with the songs you sing, the miles fly by"

Thanks to Mafudian and Petesmama (Queen of Nose Bugaroli) , now I have to follow suit and reveal some of the things I have struggled so hard to keep under wraps.

First the Rules

1. We have to post the rules here

2. Players have to post 8 random facts/habbits about themselves on their blog.

3. Players then have to tag 8 other unfortunate sods and get them to do the same

4. The 8 get listed and informed to read my blog and the trend continues.

yesterday I watched the acclaimed feature film "The Secret" so I have a new take on life. Im trying to put everything I learned into practice and its for that very reason that Im going to list the 8 things I am most grateful for.

1. FREAK ACCIDENTS.

I honestly do not know anybody else who is more freak accident prone than me. Every scar on my body has the most bizzar story surrounding it. And its like Im always in he wrong place at the wrong time. And on several occassions I could have died but I have constantly defied deaf and it is really nothing short of a miracle that I am alive.

2. TWIN FACTOR.

I feel pretty special that I am a twin. back in the day I would prolly be left for dead somewhere in the rain forest. But being born a twin in these times its pretty special. It gives my mum the Nalongo status that she is so proud of and often people ask me what it feels like to be a twin. In primary school, some kids even believed we had some sort of special power. Mbu we could turn into a flaming torch and burn anyone who caused us any distress. The bullies therefore treaded very carefully around me lest my wrath be unleashed upon them. So I used to feel like a super hero in those days, these days nobody believes me, darn!

3. RECOGNISE

Its next to impossible for people to be indifferent towards me and for that Im truely grateful. The ones who dont like me, really dont like me. And the ones who like me really like me. I am just too loud to be ignored. And its not my fault which brings me to No.4

4. THE VOICE

Sometimes I think God should have just made me all mouth. Everyime I meet someone new, they almost seem intrigued that all that Voice is coming out of me. The very tactless ones end up imitating me right infront of me, as if! Many times they dont even hear what I just said, because the are more interested in the sound of my Voice. Ok, you can go purge now! enough bragging.

5. CAN I HAVE 100 BUCKS

Apparently Im always thinking about how to make my next buck. At Uni. on one particular broke day, I came up with the brilliant idea of starting up a dating agency. I figured there was alot of lonely people who needed help. I called it Sirens (light bulb!) and the tag line was "Riders be bold". And we were in business for a while, we could finally afford to go out alot. Till a bunch of older guys saw this as an opportunity to get hitched to young, clueless campus gals. Just the idea grossed me out and my conscience won so we closed.

6. I CANT BE TRUSTED

You prolly thinking this I should be a shamed of right? Nah, cowards live longer. I will bail on you if the other option will make me happier. In high school I wrote a play for my House competition that sucked, thats coz I was forced to. I dont think the play sucked that much, but the interpretation by the actors sucked (Im still not taking the wrap for it coz thats what I do). I secretly switched allegiance and joined another house. So the sucky play came last and I got to bull roast with the winning house. Even on a gals nite out, I will ditch you for a booty call.

7. THE LIBRARIAN FANTASY

Im a Librarian by profession. Thats what I spent alot of time in school doing, studying Deweys decimal Classifications. So for those who want to fufill their sexy Librarian fantasy, hola! We can role play and I will be good at it. I shelved that somewhere were it can gather dust, now Im a Business Development Manager.

8. VIDEO VIXEN

I can drop it like a Video vixen. And Im not playing y'all. Lets meet on the dance floor if you dont believe me.

I got tagged twice does that mean I get to list 16 of them???? Anyway I have seriously run out of what to say. So I would like to hear from Aseu, Tandra, Edmo, Iwaya, Leosdarling, Lissingmink, wanderer, jumblemumble.

The Wait

2007-07-17T03:14:00.000-07:00

mood: see the world with clearer eyes

Listenning to: I love you I do (off the dream gals soundtrack that Yuda gave me)

I hate waiting, I hate waiting people, I hate waiting for food, I hate waiting for sex, I just hate waiting. And here I am waiting, the agony of waiting worse than the monotony of the use of the word in this single post.

And let nobody tell me patience pays, coz it dont. By the time I get what Im yearning for, the excitement has bailed on me. so damn right Im not blessed with that virtue. Yet here I sit tapping my fingers on the table, and it better be over soon.

I OD'ed on long Island Ice teas this weekend, blame it on the waitor who didnt take it kindly that I bitched about my first order. I though the tanginess of the lime was missing and he must have heard.".....blah, glass is too small, blah....bigger glass....blah manager of this place." So instead of adding the missing ingredient, he brough my next order in a glass bowl.

My mouth dropped open just looking at the gu thing, it swallowed up the straw and the decorative lemon slice looked like a tiny blade of grass. Anyway I took it in my stride not to disappoint the crew. It is no wonder I didnt make it to work the next day, the darn thing gave me a tummy upset. Tandra, you is Lucky you werent there.

Some people wanted to feature so celeb endorsements. I met a few people this weekend who deserve special mention.

Reason for being the Reason and bitching{{{just had to add that}}}}

Whothaman, Whodaman aka C. E . Whore for being the crazy bastard that he is. The first man I ever saw who blacked out on the dance floor still standing.

Then the Nurse and his infamous bank bed story.

The poor white boy who said what he did at the wrong time and in the wrong place.

My sister for showing up unexpectedly and without knowing it prolly saved my life

And Mr back2basics for quitting way to early.

Will put all your plaques in the mail. Was nothing short of interesting, this phase Im going through.

But right now let me go back to waiting.

Pretty Woman

2007-07-10T05:32:00.000-07:00

mood: extremely bored

Listenning to : my immortal by evanescence

Pretty woman was the movie that elevated hookers a little, gave hope that love can indeed conquer all. This guy told me his business trips sometimes get so lonely that he is often tempted to drive by Speke road to pick up a companion was the word he used. of course I raised an

eyebrow and let him know that what he was looking for at Speke road wasnt companionship.

Here is his story, mbu het met a gal once at rock garden and they even discussed political issues in Congo. It was only after she mentioned her hourly rate that he realised she was a lady of the night. I read that off some horrid historical romance novel.

Anyway I was rather impressed at how seemingly knowledgeable this whore was. she obviously didnt have the hooker neon sign all over her and this bettered her chances at possibly baiting the big bad wolf into the cottage.

The stats are alarming as to the percentage of guys who solicit hookers. From what I hear, they have even broken down their rates as per service. Ugandans are becoming extremely resourceful people. I remember the first time I saw a phone booth or rather a stall and it had rates for "beeping" or "flashing" I thought that was funny. well that was untill this guys told me hookers have a similar service on speke road.

you see when you beep and by some rotten luck the other person picks up before you hang up, you will definately be charged the entire unit.

Now the hookers apparently offer jaribu, that means you are only allowed a dip. and you have to hold still coz God forbid you make any movement. Immediately there will be allegations of getting her all excited and leaving her hanging dry. Failure to pay will have them sounding an alarm and you dont want to draw any attention to yourself.

Just a warning to anyone who might want to go out seeing companionship.

Tick tock, tick tock!

Chasing Cars

2007-07-04T23:25:00.000-07:00

We'll do it all

Everything

On our own

We don't need

Anything

Or anyone

If I lay here

If I just lay here

Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

I don't quite knowHow to say

How I feel

Those three words

Are said too much

They're not enough

If I lay here

If I just lay here

Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

Forget what we're told

Before we get too old

Show me a garden that's bursting into life

Let's waste time

Chasing cars

Around our heads

I need your grace

To remind me

To find my own

If I lay here

If I just lay here

Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

Forget what we're told

Before we get too old

Show me a garden that's bursting into life

All that I am

All that I ever was

Is here in your perfect eyes, they're all

I can seeI don't know where

Confused about how as well

Just know that these things will never change for us at all

If I lay hereIf I just lay here

Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

To the lake, To the Lake!

2007-07-02T22:52:00.000-07:00

Listenning to: Tracy Chapman "Telling stories"

For someone who just got over my deep water phobia, I seem to spend alot of time at the lake lately. Im not one for the beach bash afffair but on saturday, I joined a few new friends and old friends for their neighborhood party at the lake. Obviously the beach thing is a favourite past time for many Ugandans, as it turned out I almost knew everyone at the party next to ours. So when our food was delayed, I sold out and crossed over to where the food was being served.

I got to talking with this guy Yasmin from Bosnia working with UN who recently got posted to Nepal and the only thing I know about Nepal is the tragedy of the crown prince. Does anyone remember that story? I think it was in 2004, when Nepal was still an absolute monarchy. The crown prince who even went to Eton, comes back home, invites the entire family for a dinner and opens fire on them. Killed his mother, his sister, his father and a whole bunch of other relatives before he turned the gun on himself. Apparently he was unstable coupled by his parents refusal to allow him marriage to the girl he loved. Talk about doing stupid things for love. They claim he was manic depressive or something.

Then there was this one guy who has liked me for a long time and decided this was the night to drop hints. I pretended I had no idea what he was talking about. There was this other gal from Canada who was feeling his groove though. Wierd, when she started getting cosy with him, I got a little jealous. I know its selfish but I cant help it, suddenly he became more attractive now that some other gal liked him. I have a problem I know!

It was a nice party, had to unplug the music coz it was 2 am and nobody was keen on leaving except me. But it worked, soon we were all packed and on the road to Kampala.

Totally Unrelated

I was in the salon yesterday and this music video from way back was on TV. Remember Hope Mukasa's "dont go". Oh my God! He looked so young and was slow motion running on the beach with some Ethiopian looking chic. I thought the song was still nice and the video even better than most videos i have seen lately.

Talk about bad videos, a month ago I went to Bukoto street to see a friend at his office and ran into these guys trying I think to shoot a music video. They had a tiny little video camera the size of my palm and looked high on some thing. one of those "bad man a rasta" types. Then the two gals I assume the video vixens were behind this shrub trying to worm there way into these skimpy clothes. So if you ever wondered how the bad videos are made, thats probably how.

I Saw a Happy girl This Morning

2007-06-27T01:18:00.000-07:00

Mood: solemn

listenning to: Andrea Bocelli "time to say goodbye" and another song with Eros Ramazotti

I live in Ntinda somewhere off the new Kyambogo Road, a place called kinyarwanda Zone. perhaps thats explains all the Luganda tainted with a western accent. I take the same route to work every morning, the new Kyambogo road just so I can avoid the moring traffic at the trading centre.

And every morning I see this gal in uniform walking down that road towards Kyambogo. She must be about twelve and the first time I saw her, I thought she looked so happy trotting down the hill.Perhaps she had a nice dream, or maybe she is looking forward to seeing her friends at school that she cant contain herself.

The next morning, I saw her again and she looked just as happy, I smiled to myself thinking good for her. But then I noticed something was kinda odd about this gal, she was definately autistic. suddenly my face fell just a little and there it was, that look of pity. I hated myself for the sinking feeling in my heart. But why should I feel pity for this gal, I have never seen such genuine happiness in my life. Then i realised I was slightly envious, and wondered what it felt like to have no cares in this world. This gal doesnt deserve my pity and I too felt happier than I have been in a long time.

My twin brother passed on last year from complications brought on by acute celebral palsy. A huge part of me died inside but I masked it well ( kinda reminds me of the song "tears of a clown" by Smokie Robinson). I was sad not so much because he passed on but because I thought he had spent his 25 years in total limbo and misery. He seemed happy most of the time but my doubts and anger at God often clouded my vision his happiness. He loved me unconditionally and hated it when I was sad or when someone scolded me. I got away with alot because of this.

I must forgive me, for the times I looked at him with sadness somehow wanting more for him.

I must forgive me for the glimpse of anger he often caught in my eyes.

I must forgive me for not realising that his happiness relied on seeing his twin sister happy.

I saw the happy gal again this morning and even as I write this, Im constantly blinking to stop the tears from falling. In away I have been set free from my sadness. I know wherever he is, it would still break is immortal heart to have me feeling this way. I dont promise never to cry again because I miss him dearly. But I have the happy gal to remind me, to count my blessing every single day.

Who needs therapy when you have a blog?????

Perhaps Im making a mistake....

2007-06-25T01:54:00.000-07:00

Remember when I said Im trying to find my own kafunda????? well after much deliberation one of my best friends Barbara decided that perhaps we should move in together. When the announcement was made, everybody went silent then kinda burst out laughing. See Ba and I have never been able to agree on anything and all our friends have often been put in the middle of deciding who of us is the best cook or has better ideas as to where we should hang out for the night. So we fight about alot of things including men, which is wierd coz our tastes are as different as night and day. Anyway her argument is I do not show interest in a guy untill one of my friends makes a move. And in my defence, I do not pounce simply because I like the whole battle of the wits thingy. anyway that is beside the point.

So yeah everybody seems to think the living arrangement will not work. But I think it might be the best idea up to date, think about it. No nasty suprises! I know this gal just as well as she knows me. Inspite of everything, we still call eachother up just to say hello or lament about the unexciting day you are having. And surely that ought to make up for all the little squabbles we have.

She knows Im messy already and I know she is fussy. I like earthy African decor, she likes bright colors. I like spice and curry, she likes healthy options. But I know this is gonna work, If I say it enough, I might just believe it.

What if the Cops do come Knocking????

2007-06-20T22:56:00.000-07:00

Maxwell - Till The Cops Come Knockin'

Didn't you dig the way I rubbed yo back girl
Wasn't it cool when first I kissed yo lips
Was it enough to penetrate yo dark world
Or were you embarrassed about the way you freaked
Well I wanna hold you
I wanna know you babyIf it's alright

(Chrous)
Gonna take you in the room suga'
Lock you up and love for days
We gonna be rockin baby
Till the cops come knockin
Pappa gonna have to leave
A message on the telephone baby
There won't be no stoppin' me
Till the cops come knockin'

Six on a Thursday night and you be jonesin baby
For a brother to hold you tight and keep on goin
Last lover came and went
Didn't even hug n' kiss you n' caress you
Gimme a call it's cool the M's all open
Im open wider than oceans
I'll be your lotionIf it's alright

(Chorus)
Gonna take you in the room suga'
Lock you up and love for days
We gonna be rockin baby
Till the cops come knockin
Pappa gonna have to leave
A message on the telephone baby
There won't be no stoppin' me
Till the cops come knockin'

Please you tease you eat you
Make you feel so good inside
Loving you long if that's alright?

There is alot of soulful music out there but there is nothing Im digging more than Maxwell right now. Yes women do love peotry, it makes them go like,

"oh, thats so sweet"

And sweet is good, but judge your audience cause the kind of girls who like sweet normally dont like Freak. But dare to pull out this soulful piece right here, and you just might get laid. Do not mind me, I have had quite a dry spell. And I think it comes with thinking too much. You meet this guy who looks quite yummy, all the right ingredients and all that is missing is a Marvin Gaye soundtrack. Then that inconsiderate brain starts thinking, rationalising, weighing pros and cons till it thinks you out of what could have been a fantastic night.

I ought to drink more, but I know that will not work as my brain has more life than an energizer battery. So at the risk of passing out and making a fool of myself, I think not.

(there I go again thinking)

If I meet a brotha armed with such soul, I dont think even the SWAT team can stop me.

Back in High school for a day

2007-06-17T23:39:00.001-07:00

Listenning to: Soul For Real, "Candy Rain"

I run into an old friend from my high school who went to Canada for Uni. and she somehow hasnt changed even abit. Im serious, her hair is the same, she hasnt gained or lost any weight, she looks exactly the same. Im not sure if this is a good thing or a bad thing actually.
The same cannot be said about me though cause everybody believes I got some kind of extreme makeover.
See when I was in high school, some people often mistook me for a boy. While the rest where tirelessly trying to grow their hair, I actually almost got suspended for spotting a bald head. I guess those days the Alek Wek appeal hadnt quite spread yet. So the school board threatened to send me home till my hair grew a few inches or so. I wore clothes that were always a size too big so nobody actually knew what shape was burried under the big denim shorts and sweat shirts. All doubts were further heightened by the fact that there are very few guys who have a voice deeper than mine. I listened to Warren G, Snoop, Craig Mark, Busta Rhymes, Keith Murray and the entire Dog Pound. I was a sports fiend and seeded even In the national team at some games. And I was happy cause I lived in my own blissfull world where nobody bothered me. Yeah and I broke every single rule in the book, so seeing my folks in school was not uncommon at all.

I honestly do not know when the change started I just woke up one day and didnt even realise I was different till people started making remarks at the change. I swapped My big shorts for pretty dresses, grew my hair and bought high heels instead of mocassins. So everytime I meet someone from high school, they can barely mask the shock on their faces. I dont even care much for sports and Gangsta rap I cant stand! What I find wierd is Im not pretending at all, these things tend to come naturally and it scares me that I could change soooo much.

I miss the gal I was, I miss high school and all that it was. I miss Maureen the neat freak, I miss Betty the Jesus freak, I miss Florence the math Wizz, I miss Damalie cause I loved reading her English Composition book, I miss Joanna we used to rap together, I miss Magintu as we were thick as thieves, I miss Marianne the Teachers pet, I miss Rowena and the mean jokes...........I could go on. But most of all I miss me cause I was different and kind of stood out in my own way.

The only thing I couldnt change was my voice, yap. The only difference is I used to be rather a shamed of it, you know how kids can be so mean about such things. Anyway now it gets such rave reviews I actually love it. Once in a while I get a glimpse of my old self in little things like wearing boxers to bed.

Moving On........June

2007-06-12T03:20:00.000-07:00

After my Island getaway, I pitched a marketing proposal to the management team of the ferry. I got the deal and hopefully I will be smiling all the way to the bank. I guess I could say a lot of good came out of it and Im almost scared that Im having way too much fun. You know that feeling when everything seems to be going right almost like you are being buttered up before the fall????? Im trying not to ruin the moment with suspicion, easier said than done. Perhaps it all starts with believeing that Im deserving!

I went on a blind date of sorts with a guy from the chatroom.always a bad idea, must have been worse for him though. i called him on my turf last Saturday night in the Company of all my hang buddies. Had the advantage over him as I could see him walk in looking rather lost.It also didnt help that I had downed a few long Islands and had a camera with me. Blame it on the booze I say! I watched as he walked out on the balcony, pulled out his cellphone and started to type an sms. I waited patiently for my phone to beep and it didnt disappoint me. I then walked up to him and told him to smile as I took a picture of his puzzled face. I then introduced him to my friends hoping he might feel alittle at ease and maybe even have a good time. But he simply sat there and answered in a way that didnt encourage further probbing. Somehow he felt a need to explain that he usually is alot more fun and that he was just tired. I walked him out and apologised for any discomfort caused. He tried to call me once but couldnt take his call as I was in a meeting.

I got a call from my ex boyfriend, the one that unwinds me everytime. I spend an hour everytime he calls just trying to convince myself that Im over him. He was just inquiring about our pending garage sale. Somehow everytime I expect him to apologise and say,......"Honey I was wrong can we try and make it work? Im beginning to reconcile with the fact that it will not happen but hope springs eternal.

I have had quite a busy week, even my favorite radio DJ called asking if everything was fine. Yeah Malcolm Im fine just trying to sort myself out.

Once upon a time on an island......

2007-05-31T23:50:00.000-07:00

There was an Empress-Goddess, And 27th this above is purely for your benefit. I feel like a pimp right now but anything for a brother in arms.

Then there was a swimsuit model, I was doing a cover for sports illustrated. Life is good! I can make a living just taking holidays. who needs atour guide????

Drying off at the bornfire was always the best time on the Island

Then there was the meal ticket! You know you are my gal right?

There were the free-loaders........heheheheehe!!!!!!!! Im telling the story Des, you can spin your own version later.

This dude tried reading a book on the way back and it was a very difficult read. One of those books that Oprah endorses and you buy but somehow never get to read beyong the first chapter.

This is probably my favorite picture throughout the entire journey. I remember thinking, I can do this forever (didnt wanna come back home). Im so dark all you can see are my teeth. Kinda just blended in with the night huh!

My saturdays start out innocently. I get up do some laundry and then head to the office for an hour or two depending on my mood. I only go out Saturday and mostly with my gals. and when we do, we normally have good intensions really just go out to our pub of choice and Dance till we drop. well Thats what usually happens, lately however some saturdays extend to an early morning speed boat ride to Ssese Island. An Impetuos decision we normally make when we are too high on life to care. Those of us who have to report to work Monday normally develop unexplained illnesses. well its always worth it. Two days of basking in the sun can feel like an entire month of vacation. white sand, almost blue waters, great food and not a care in the world. perfect place for escapists like moi.
captured loads of great moments but the bloody link is too slow today and Im not patient at all.

It is wonderful but all that activity does take its toll on you. Usually on the journey back we can barely control the fatigue. And thats when you catch yourself power napping with drool and all.

The Most ridiculous celebrity story of the week

2007-05-22T00:36:00.001-07:00

Sylvester Stallone was fined $2,500 and ordered to pay a court cost of $8,300 by an Australian court Monday for illegally bringing in 48 vials of human growth hormone which he claimed was prescribed to him to help boost his body while filming Rambo.

"This stuff gives your body a boost and you feel and look good," Stallone said in a customs interview. "Doing Rambo is hard work, and I am going to be in Burma for a while. Where do you think I am going to get this stuff in Burma?"

His face looks so tight like he just recently had a face lift and is he wearing blusher???

The man is 60 almost and he thinks he can still play Rambo, about that can Rambo really be revived for todays movie audience? After the Matrix and all other gravity defying action movies who wants to watch Rambo?

My very Own Kafunda

2007-05-17T02:45:00.001-07:00

All this time I have been a free loader, living off my eldest sister and enjoying all the luxuries that she has worked extremely hard for. I moved out of my mother's home because my lifestyle choices were causing some serious friction between us and we generally got a long better if she didnt see me that often.
I forgot to mention all my siblings are older than me and therefore any childish behaviour on my part is often forgiven. And because of this, I found myself growing old without necessarily growing up. Well atleast I wasnt in denial, I know exactly what I have to do its just trying to get myself to do it that is quite hard. So For a long time I have been telling myself that I need to get a place of my own. somewhere I can eat a bowl of cereal naked in front of the TV ( have always wanted to do that), or fart as loudly as I want to without worrying about the discomfort of others. But thats exactly what it remains, good intensions. I get comfortable and talk myself out of it all the time. free food, rent free, laundry service, paid TV all baiting me to stay.

So my lazy ass discards the idea untill one dawn after a heavy bar hopping run, I creep in trying not to wake people and I knock things over. I crash out for hours, miss breakfast with the family then take off soon after I get showered. then realise its weeks since I even had a decent conversation with my very generous landlord. Then the guilt sets in and the plans of moving out creep up in my mind again. After another week of making amends, the cycle begins yet again.

This time Im serious about finding a place. I have been put in a really tight spot this time cause my sister made the announcement that she is moving to NewYork and guess what, she cant take me with her. What Im I supposed to do, Im only 26 besides what are big sisters for if not to take care of their younger sibblings in need.
After my pity party, I realised thats not the worst thing that can happen to gal, theres cancer, getting knocked up (27th still waiting for that post)...........list is endless.

Now Im reorganising my finances, the 3/4 of my income that religiously went to Long Island ice tea will now sit in a savings account. Damn! I even hate the sound of that. Oh yes and I got a broker, anha ooohhhh!!!!!!!!!!!
By August I will take my first step into maturity and be in my own Kafunda. Im so excited have even set a date for house warming. Watch the space for directions to where the party is at.

The Curse of the down to earth sorts

2007-05-14T23:58:00.000-07:00

lately Im terribly averse to being called down to earth because in my experience, being down to earth has been nothing but a burden since i was old enough to start dating. guys apparently claim to like girls who are down to earth and for all the reasons that make it rather unflattering to us. somehow down to earthers make great hang buddies because we are cheap dates. we shun drinks like Amarula which come with a high maintainance tags and basically anything we cannot drink out of the bottle. several times we even feel inclined to buy a round or better still we go Dutch.

It is deemed acceptable to take us to Wandegeya for a quick meal without feeling like we just might trip. You do not need to pick us up, we can just board a matatu and find you wherever you are.
I guess the saying is tru that we really do attract who we are. When we were at university, a guy asked you out on a date and being the down to earth girl that we were, we felt slight remorse at making him spend so much because we reckoned he wasnt earning that much money anyway. So we would order the usual coke even when we were craving a glass of wine, just so we can take it easy on his wallet. (big mistake) . The very same guy would a week later be out on another date at a posh place with someother high maintainance girl. He will even be buying her a cellphone, paying her hair dresser and all the things we thought he couldnt afford.
So someone please tell me where it benefits me to be a down to earth girl cause clearly no guy wants a real relationship.

Worse still, they feel victimised after they are dumped for someone with more to offer. It often makes me wonder why guys even feel fleeced, its all in the game and they beat you to it. No good intensions on his part either, for every dinner, he at least feels he deserves a kiss and with tongue. And when they are left out in the cold, suddenly they are victims.

So these days, guys actually find it suprising when they invite me out and I clearly state that they shouldnt be late and shouldnt forget their wallet either. Brutal I know but works for me, as the ones who wanted to exploit my earthiness often take off anyway. And I forgot to mention that now theonly thing i guzzle are Long Island ice teas. Just so u know!

Second First Impressions

2007-05-11T01:05:00.000-07:00

Wrap my words around you (Daniel Beddingfield)

Reason tells me if he had two lives to live, he would be a tear. To grow in my eyes, live on my cheek and die on my lips.
I smiled at what reason said, because even though we havent met yet, it feels like I have known Reason all my life.
Reason would complete my sentences
Reason would instantly know that I love Inner smile by Texas
Reason will keep me in check when I have my head in the clouds
For even though I havent met Reason yet,
I know reason will not always be my imaginary friend,

As I blissfully settle down into my new job, I cant help but be excited. Who wouldnt after months of exploitation I sure im glad that I woke up just in time. They say bad luck always happens in threes, perhaps its the same with good fortune as well. I have hope and thats the best thing a gal can have, ever! Hope that I will oneday be filthy rich and that I will meet the most amazing person to share that with.

Well bite me for writing sappy stuff! I guess i really im all soft inside 9 pls get ur mind outta the gutter) yeah you!
My friends always suprise me when at the least expected moment, they shoosh everybody and say,
"I have an announcement to make!"
Then when they have gotten everyones attention, they bellow,
"I am happy!"
This of course is always welcomed with insults and scorn. mostly coz thats not exactly profound news and we would rather hear ,
"Iam pregnant!" or "We broke up"
Well never mind, I am going to make that announcement anyway.
"I am happy!"

The shooter not the Lover stupid

2007-05-02T22:36:00.000-07:00

Sleepless in Seatle was suppoed to be one of te most romantic movie of all time. They had the whole empire state building thingy like Cary Grant even and all was going well till the end. The moment Tom Hanks was supposed to kiss Meg Ryan, he instead held her hand gently as they walked away from the set. Fans where in utter shock when the credits started scrolling up and still no kiss.

On Tuesday My friend and I went to the cinema to watch the Shooter ,granted it was called the shooter I still expected a love interest for Mark Walberg. Somehow that made all the bloodiness bearable because I knew at the end, I would see the kiss. so yeah, I watched the man avenge his dog.
And even remarked at how the movie bore a striking resemblance to Rambo, down to the the hero walking in slow motion with a house exploding behind him.

And the plot didnt disappoint there was a love interest indeed, and somewhere in between all the action they looked like they were about to get it on. But they didnt, still I was hopeful.Surely at the end. So I waited, more long distance shooting...........villain gets shot finally........Swager enters car with love interest...............They drive off and when I saw the car fading in a distance and the screen went black...........The credits! what??????

My friend noting the disappointment turns to me and says
" what did you expect, it called the Shooter not the Lover!"

Have A nice Day

2007-04-30T00:23:00.000-07:00

Daniel Powter
Bad Day

Where is the moment we needed the most
You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost
They tell me your blue skies fade to gray
They tell me your passion's gone away
And I don't need no carryin' on
You stand in the line just to hit a new low
You're faking a smile with the coffee you go
You tell me your life's been way off line
You're falling to pieces every time
And I don't need no carryin' on

Because you had a bad day
You're taking one down
You sing a sad song just to turn it around
You say you don't knowYou tell me don't lie
You work at a smile and you go for a ride
You had a bad day
The camera don't lie
You're coming back down and you really don't mind
You had a bad day
You had a bad day

Will you need a blue sky holiday?
The point is they laugh at what you say
And I don't need no carryin' on

You had a bad day
You're taking one down
You sing a sad song just to turn it around
You say you don't know
You tell me don't lie
You work at a smile and you go for a ride
You had a bad day
The camera don't lie
You're coming back down and you really don't mind
You had a bad day(Oooh.. a holiday..)

Sometimes the system goes on the blink
And the whole thing turns out wrong
You might not make it back and you know
That you could be well oh that strong
And I'm not wrong(yeah...)
So where is the passion when you need it the most
Oh you and I
You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost

Cause you had a bad day
You're taking one down
You sing a sad song just to turn it around
You say you don't knowYou tell me don't lie
You work at a smile and you go for a ride
You had a bad day
You've seen what you like
And how does it feel for one more time
You had a bad day
You had a bad day

Adieu Enzo Adieu

2007-04-27T06:11:00.000-07:00

The only reason I even read my mail in the afternoon is for the funnies. My friend Edmund had a constant supply of these funnies and frankly I always look forward to mail from him. This is with the exception of the occassional sad news that I somehow always get to hear from him. Today was a sad news day unfortunately; Our friend Enzo had died. yeah Enzo who? was ny initial thought, and it was only towards the end of his email that I realised he was talking about Angelo Sebuwufu.

I stopped breathing for a moment, all these memories came rushing in my head like in a montage; Right from the first time I met Angelo. a very interesting meeting it was indeed. we were almost 15years old in an all girls boarding school so you can only imagine what spotting boys on compound would do to us. He was 3 classes ahead of us and I was introduced by my friend Rowena.

I saw alot of him over the years and every single time I met Angelo, he had an interesting story to tell me about a woman and boy did he have many. The last time I met him, he was so excited about his new job at Stanbic and couldnt stop ranting about it.

I have lost alot of friends lately and perhaps its part of growing up but realy do they have to go so soon? This reminds me of famous waords of George Constanza

... "The most unfair thing about life is the way it ends. I mean, life is tough. It takes all your time. What do you get at the end of it? A death. What is that, a bonus?!? I think the life cycle is all backwards. You should die first and get it out of the way. Then you go to the old age home. You get kicked out for being too healthy. Go collect your pension, then you start work. You get a gold watch on the first day you work forty years until you are young enough to enjoy your retirement. you drink alcohol, you party and you get ready for high school. You go to primary school, you become a kid, You play, you have no responsibilities, you become a little baby, you go back. You live your last 9 months floating with luxuries like central heating, spa, room service on a tap then you finish off as an orgasm!! AMEN."

We shall always remember you Angelo!

Melinda Doolittle

2007-04-25T07:23:00.000-07:00

Anyone glued to american idol knows exactly who melinda Doolittle is. God her voice is amazing. and I totally want her to be the next idol but Im not so sure she will.Coz the voice comes in a not so pretty package and I can only hope america will overlook that.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dr0CfTcI6pk
Check her out during Tonny bennet week. she sure got rythm!

Of Nuptials and Last Names

2007-04-24T07:26:00.000-07:00

To adopt or Not to adopt his Last name? That is the question.

Remember Judith Nagawa Turnbull? Whatever happened to her? anyway she is the sole inspiration for this posting. Rumour has it things turned sour for her after the name change and I wonder whether she reverted to Plain 'ol Judith Nagawa.
Then more recently, is Patricia Okoed Bukumunhe. I guess its more noticeable for news anchors as there names change right before our ears...eyes...whatever.

Anyway, Iam simply trying to decifer the wisdom of this considering how Rocky marriage can be. Traditionally women just dropped their maiden names in preference for the spouse' last name.The retro trend however, exposes women trying to be more sleek. yeah, come in the new fad of hyphenated names. Like if i tied the knot with Michael Scoffield, I would be Apiyo oweka-Laboke-Scoffield. Quite a mouthful, gosh!

I couldnt help but over hear my workmates delving into the new spanish soap that replaced the other Woman thingy. anyway its just gave me another thought, you know how in those soaps nobody goes by a single name. So when some one beckons its like...."hey Christian de la Fuente, is it ok if i rubbed scented oil all over your abs?" (he is a total hottie by the way).
If we adhered by the same norm, things would be a little crazy.

So if you are the name grabbing kind, it would be wise to marry someone whose name blends with yours. I on the other hand dont need anymore.

Baby Boom

2007-04-24T06:40:00.000-07:00

Apparently I am wasting away my child bearing years tagging along commitment phobes who get cheap thrills from downing flaming lambouginis and chilli vodkas. Then I realised it was not a coincidence that I had a baby shower almost every sunday, not one of my favourite past-times I must add. I would much rather go to a bridal shower, again not exciting either if you have been to one in Uganda. A far cry from the ones we see in the movies, obviously nobody is inspired to emulate those so instead, we have tea and if you are lucky, maybe a senga ( a black version of Samantha) with archaic but interesting views on sex. Clear evidence that sex hasnt evolved as much as we reckoned, actually I think we are regressing. watch any perverted history of ancient ROME, those guys had very fertile imaginations.

Anyway thats a whole other topic, right now I am wondering whether to celebrate my foetus freedom or lament that any children I have will not be brainy having had the misfortune of being born in my not so prime years. I peed in a cup once, having had almost 3 haemorrage free months, and I learnt something new that day. That fear of pregnancy can actually manifest itself is ironic ways like actual symptoms of a pregnancy.shocking huh!

And here I am surrounded by new mums spewing quotes like...
....Having a baby is like having your heart walk outside your body..."

Wouldnt it kill you to have your heart walking outside your body??? huh???
It is doubts like this that probably scream out that I am not ready.

So in the meantime, my ovaries are getting lazier and lazier and not to mention the fibroids scares that are pushing us all to prematurely take the plunge. Perhaps one day the time will feel right, but Iam glad I dont have a baby so I can still guzzle beer with abandon.

Sajonara

2007-04-18T05:18:00.000-07:00

Today I handed in my resignation with mixed feelings, even though I knew it was the right thing to do.I have gotten attached to the people even the ones I should have launched blows at on Bugingo day.God knows every office has one.
Anyway so Im like sad and everything right, but I had a feeling of great relief the moment I did it.Its about time too and somehow I know I will be alright.I have too little time on earth to be doing something I dont care much for. So I took a great risk today and left the job I have grown to hate soo much. But Iam not afraid of falling cause like the saying goes, how else will I know what its like to get up.
.
Its so hard to say goodbye to yesterday, the good times that made us laugh. I think thats a boyz II men song???
That basically means that im too sad to make up my own melancholy lyrics.
what the hell, its not like Im dying, its just the end of an era of sorts.

Mabira and All

2007-04-17T01:50:00.000-07:00

I felt alittle shallow when I browsed through my regular bloggers and everyone had an opinion on the riots and Asian Killings.
So i figured I have to make a statement too just to save face cause Im very complacent when it comes to politics. But here goes......

" I was seriously hurt by the savagery Ugandans demonstrated. There are some really hot Asian guys out there. Not all of them look like Mehta, like my former boss Ashish, now he is hot!.
So I appeal to Ugandans to please, weed out the not so goodlooking ones if you absolutely have to....you know!" Especially if they look like Salman Khan.

who's shallow now!

Moving On Vs Moving Up

2007-04-16T02:42:00.000-07:00

...We'll be moving on up, to the eastside. To a delux apartment in the sky.....

As I punched my keyboard slowly trying to find the right words to say as opposed to what I ought to be saying, I wondered whether writing a resignation letter evoked the same feelings a penning a break-up letter. I felt a mental block coming on as I had never written either.

How do you say goodbye to a company you have worked for for over15 months.
"...... Its not you, its me......" famous break-up words came to mind.
when all you wanna say is,
"....You are boring and I honesly think I can do better..."

So now Im stuck trying to tell my boss, how great an opportunity it is for me to have worked for them, and How I shall miss every one.
When allI want to say is.....
....F*** this company, you have exploited me for a long time and turned this sh** hole into a family owned business. You have left the running of the place to ignorant, illiterate managers who cannot even write a complete English sentence. You have killed my career and paid me a shitty salary for as long as I can remember. And Im sick and tired of you grabbing my ass everytime you think someone aint looking.
So yeah, Im gonna find myself a new job, so screw you and you incompetent company. there I said it!"

But ..oh no! God forbid your boss blacklists your name so that you can never get a job in this town ever again. Then you are pretty much screwed.
So is there a way you can stick it to them without compromising your chances at future employment?

Even after this post I still do not know what to say in the letter. Are there any templates floating around on line perhaps. If you read this, send me the link.
Please!

Me and My Dawgs

2007-04-12T03:27:00.000-07:00

Dog pound we got a hot one right here, can I gt a woof, woof!

Thats me and some of the best people I have ever known. We go way back almost 15 years

sorry guys i just had thse pics and couldnt help but publish them.Forgive me!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And count ur blessing coz I could have Published the other ones....Youi know what Im talking abt

Me And My Guitor

2007-04-11T07:24:00.001-07:00

Just incase my five year plan doesnt work, I need a fall back plan and I thought guitor would be a good idea. Hmmm! My voice I've been told aint too shabby so next year that gal playing at you wedding might just be me.
Im on a crash course cause I need to learn while local artists are still enjoying their 15 mins of fame.

Touch

2007-03-30T05:32:00.000-07:00

"last nite a DJ saved my life.........There aint I problem that I cant fix, i got it all in the mix...."

I honestly do not know when it all started, but i definately didnt see it coming. I woke up one morning and I had mutated into this radio calling freak. Im scared, really petrified that Im slowly losing my mind. So lately I find my self tuned in to the same station, Touch Fm at about the same time 10-12pm listenning to the same show, most wanted.
Its like my hands have a mind of their own, and I cant stop them from dialing the number and requesting for a song.

the conversation normally goes like this..

Apiyo: Malcolm! (excitedly)
Malcolm: Hi Apiyo, how your day going
Apiyo: aight, just tuned in and cant believe i missed the first five minutes of your show.
Malcolm: But you are listenning now so its ok
Apiyo: Pls play for me "you oughtta know" by Alannis Morisset and send it out to my prick of an ex-boyfriend
Malcolm: ouch! you know I cannot say that on Radio....(laughs)
Apiyo: Im just kidding...I like all my ex boyfriends.
Malcolm: yeah me too, i like all my ex girlsfriends
blah blah
Malcolm: Always nice to hear from you Apiyo........

15 minutes into the show, my song is played and somehow my day seems to go alot better.

this is an ode to the life I have lost,coz it must be clear by now that indeed I have no life. In the words of Alannis....."if it makes you happy, it cant be that bad"....( Im constantly trying to validate being a freak and a loser)
Will try an find a shrink later, but for now, I still got my Touch and Malcolm ( Look out for Touch II: Im in love with a DJ)

I will Survive

2007-03-29T02:49:00.000-07:00

Adopted from one of my favorite Emails.
At first I was afraid, I was petrified,
When you said you had 10 inches I almost died,
But I'd spent oh so many years just waiting for a man that long,
That I grew strong,
And I knew that I could take you on. . .
But there you are,
Another lie,
I was ready for a big mac and you've bought me a French fry,
I should have known that it was bullshit,
Just a sad pathetic dream,
Should have known there was no anaconda lurking in those jeans.
Go on now go,
Walk out the door,
Don't you promise me 10 inches then turn up with only 4,
Weren't you a prat to think I wouldn't catch you out,
Don't you know we' re only joking when we say size doesn't count.
(Chorus)
I will survive, I will survive,
Cos as long as I have batteries,
My sex life is gonna thrive,
I will always have good sex with a handful of latex,
I will survive, I will survive. . .hey . hey
(instrumental)
It took all my self control not to laugh out loud,
When I saw your little weiner standing tall and proud,
But to hell with all your ego's and to hell with all your needs,
Now I'm saving all my lovin for a cordless multispeed,
Go on now go,
Just make a dash,
Last time I saw a prick that small was watching Gladstone run nude hash,
I should have asked for confirmation,
Should have asked for referees,
Then I wouldn't have you waving that wee winky thing at me.
Go on now go,
Just hit the track,
Don't you bring me home no tiddlers,
Cos I'll always throw them back,
The only thing that I could do with a prick as small as yours,
Is to stick it with a tooth pick
Dip it in tomato sauce.
(Chorus)
Go on now go,
Get out of my sight,
I'm going back to my appliance, Cos I know it's length is right,
And if I ever see your tiny tockley at my door,
You'll be counting up your inches as you pick them off the floor. Go on now Go!

DIY

2007-03-29T02:36:00.000-07:00

The art of DIY. A pictures says a thousand words!

the Football fan

2007-03-29T01:35:00.001-07:00

when you are in your prime, its your perrogative to to be picky, especially about the men that you date. cause when time starts to be unkind to you, then you have to rethink your strategy and make compromises. You resolve to marry only a Mutoro slowly fades into a western Ugandan, untill eventually you settle for anyone in the black race.

well before that time reaches do exercise your right to be picky. And at this point, please rule out the football fanatic. Its healthy to have a genuine interest in some kinda sport but this right here is a disease.I think they should open some sort of rehab for these guys. They forget their number one responsibilty which is us. God forbid they have a bad football season, you might just never get laid. So if you absolutely have to date a football fan, atleast make sure he vies for a winning team.

Im gonna Kiss No Frog

2007-03-28T05:01:00.000-07:00

Yeah vaguely familiar huh!Dont you raise that eyebrow at me. sure I know I just quoted Lucky Dube, you think!
Im simply at that time in my life when alot of my peers are dropping like flies for a thing called matrimony. So ihave attended alot of weddings lately but something has totally been puzzling me. There are quite a few goodlooking guys in town who seem quite eligible, yet no offence, but all my pretty friends have married guys who to put it mildly .....dont look too good (physically)
yeah I know, beauty lies....blah blah blah. hog wash!

I mean these are really stunning girls, who watch their weight and have make-up down to a science. So how is it that they end up with these butt ugly men? And dont tell me they have money, No amount of money can compensate for that battered face.What happened to our childhood dreams? the tall dark handsome types with square jaws and broad shoulders. Dont they feel cheated, that they traded that dream for a beer belly yuppie who has nothing going for him except for his job at MTN.

Do they not feel even slightly abashed to point them out to their friends. And the cute pet names.......like "There is my oogly woogly, his belly shakes like jelly" (bits sampled from Fatboys's anthem part II).
But I guess, as the great writers of sex and the city put it.
"Always marry someone who loves you more than you love them"

So the million dollar question; who are the hot guys of our dreams getting married to if not the hot gals. Im getting excited.....anha, I think this marriage thing is totally gonna work for me.!!!!!!

No Segregation

2007-03-20T03:41:00.000-07:00

I am a product of a strict Catholic all girls boarding school ( cant get any worse than that).
Actually was no so bad, because my school was the creme de la creme of schools in my country. Fit enough for the head of state to send all his 3 girls to.......anyone dispute that?
Well Im not trying to boast cause there is really nothing to boast about. Back to the point here....well in that prestigious school, we had a written rule that stated that No student shall segregate against another student. stupid huh!

I guess even the school realized the income disparities among students was quite high. Let me put it this way, we had kids who got in because of their excellent grades like me, then we had children of ministers and the top dog himself, political connections. Then there where children of tycoons who donated even the breakfast at the table. It is hard to justify why we even paid tuition as this percentage covered all the schools expenses.

And it is indeed common for people to stick with their own, this is how the popular crowds and the under-dogs develop in a community. To address this, the ingenius rule of segregation was established. As I look back its extremely funny actually that people broke down in tears during class meetings with claims that they were being segregated against. The rich kids never complained though, it was always the poor kids who felt like they were not being included. ha ha!
So the school strived to bring equality by these rules of conduct. A fruitless battle i must say, The rich kids I think suffered the worst kind of segregation. Imagine constantly being blamed for something you dnt understand, basically that some kid wants to be your friend but feels too inferior to approach you and so its you fault.

So what if they finally let you into their circle of friends, how comfortable will it be when they talk about their holidays is Aspen, train rides in Paris. Wouldnt it be more torture if during tea break if they are eating their bread with nutella and you only have blueband?

I honestly didnt get it, luckily for me, I was a lone ranger. I didnt cluster or join clicks, I kinda had friends for every interest and activity. There where those I played sport with, those I shared books with, those I sang with and those I ate with or overslept with. That way I never felt left out perhaps thats why it amused me to no end that people allowed themselves to be segregated against.

Saturday Night Fever

2007-03-20T01:11:00.000-07:00

At Uni, every day was a party,unfortunately as yuppies, we dont have that luxury anymore.
Gradually your party days reduce to occassional theme nights, like Rock night on a Thursday at Steakout, then occassional visit to the Disco. After sometime, all this stops making sense. So if you find yourself asking what you are doing out instead of being cuddled in your bed, take a hiatus.
As a single gal, the one thing that constantly stays with you every night out is hope. the hope that you will turn around and there.....the man who rocks your world staring lovingly at you.
And you face falls when you realize he is looking over your shoulder at somebody else. Or worse the shimmer of his wedding band.
But there you are , its another Saturday night and still hope gleams in your eyes and its makes it all worth it i guess otherwise it would be pointless.

Kony Territory

2007-03-13T05:45:00.003-07:00

I was jumping with excitement just at the thought of "taking leave" from work. I needed a break I was exhausted after a year without time off.

Yeah and off to Gulu it was for me.Dont get fooled , this is not a normal occurance for as I have only been to Gulu 2 or 3 other times in my entire 20+ years. and secondly, I hope you are sitting down coz this is a shocker. I was going with My mum! For those who do not know me, the relationship between mother and I has ben injured since puberty. And We working on it, so the trip together was well...a step in the right direction I must say.
Very hot 5 hr journey it was and even hotter in Gulu. I was determined to have agood time and just try and fade all the not so pleasant memories of prior visits to Gulu.( which were for funerals of people I loved dearly)

I even got a tour guide......hehehe.yeah, like a tourist. shame, but it was absolutely necessary if I had to enjoy the visit.His name was Filbert and believe me that is not Gilbert mis-spelled.He was absolutely useless though, had an excuse every other day.
I took a tour of the camps and walked about 5 miles on average every day. Its a shame i didnt lose any weight, but how could I when every meal was dowsed in peanut butter (odi).
The relatives couldnt get enough of me, or perhaps I just have more than necessary as I was visiting a different relative evry hour.

Saturday noght and day 3 In Gulu, yipeee!!!! I finally get to go out, met up with an old neighbor from Ntinda who now runs a guest house and was out partying most of the night. Oblivious to the fact that rebel activity still loomed not far away.
Give it up to the Acholi people, God bless coz even with such untold suffering. Damn they still know how to have a good time. Hell yeah!
If you ever set foot on that God forsaken land, go to havannah. There is a Cuban guy who actually found success in Gulu. A real Cuban guy.....I would seriously like to walk up to him and say "story ki?".
In the dead centre of town are Baganda and there best invention to date and trust me it aint bark cloth......Better.....Rolex ( not the watch stupid!) The egg and chapati roll. Impressive ha!
Just to show how cosmopolitan the town is, are the Indians. yeah there is no safe place, they are everywhere, ven antarctica there are Indian Penguins. busy bodied and own most of the shops ofcourse, thats their trade!

And of course I went to observe the epiphany........apparently Jesus and Mary have been sighted hanging out at the MTN masts. well I say the big blue sky over the mast....perhaps Im just a sinner. Or maybe I have no imagination coz its amazing what shapes you can make with clouds.

definately many highlights and low moments which I chose not to mention coz the world has enough misery as it is.

whew!

2007-02-08T04:06:00.000-08:00

Yeah, thats me in my DHL uniform.....Dont you just love a girl in Uniform????

I swear..... I can say i have lost abit of weight since then.

Ode to My first blog (Kissyfur)

2007-02-08T03:25:00.000-08:00

Its truely amazing how time goes by so quickly......I remember like it was just yesterday the thrill of starting a blog as the concept was pretty much foreign to me then.
the excitement as I made every posting, that has surely fizzled out as I later ready rather superior blogs that totally doomed mine to shame. But still, ....
....... You were my first blog
shared my interest then,...
But as I grow, its time to say goodbye.
To a wonderful old friend..........
Sirens, Is all about the Ladies.....This is dedicated to my gals and all the fun we have had together.
I am sooooooo.... gonna enjoy this!