July 2007

FOUNDATIONS DONT LIE-the intro. posted on July 29, 2007 - 11:42am

$$$If them foundations be cracked down, wat can them righteous peeps do?$$$Anutha rhetoric at S.A.G.E church! The falcon done stopped listenning to da falcona. Them foundations falls apart. The midnite is blackest among the friends of Jesus-the church. He sed, 'Amma builds ma church and dem gates of hades aint no gon prevail!!!'

Happy BD 2 hisself! posted on July 27, 2007 - 4:03pm

Redeeming da time because da dayz are evil than evil itself.Henceforth, let da pilgrim walk circumspectly,Sober in the world, gettin outta pace with its lings!Dilly dallyin noooo moooooNo gettin drunk on cheap ambitionAnd confused by da glitter.Havent you told yaself many a time?You nat live by da things eyes pictureThey pass away or fade...beauty, money, gals, fame, sells, status!Set ya eyes therefore on things only da eagle heights hobnob withThings hidden 4 eagle eyes to see.Men who walk with they heads up in the skiesAnd tok with they feet down for ties.Happy BD to you then.This is all i can give you hommie.WORDS FROM A HEART DESIRING DA OTHERWORLDLY.This day aint like no other BD's...this day is prophetic and this year ushers me on a holy coaster of prophetic fulfillment.

Idle and Random thoughts from today's paper - Part I posted on July 25, 2007 - 4:35pm

KAMPALA - The New Vision reports that the government chemist will soon run DNA paternity tests for just $240. Appropriately, the scheme was launched by Vice President Gilbert 'Mahogany' Bukenya, who, readers of this blog would remember, apparently needs no reminding (or fancy test kits) to know which holes hold his mahogany seeds.

posted on July 23, 2007 - 3:34pm

Beaucoup

Give it a name posted on July 23, 2007 - 2:15pm

Ma told me, son, one thing I know is true Poison snake bites you, you're poison, too. At night I feel the poison running through my veins… (Gave it a name-Bruce Springsteen)   I used to want to be something great. Something noble, you know. Something I could admire. And up to very recently I believed that if I just got through the night, a few hours would meld into a couple of years and become enough distance between my failures and me. The failures of what I am will cease to be the failures that I am. And then I could pick myself up and proceed to my something great. But on this particular night, this still night, the water falling away from my walls, I know, what prizes were too costly. Forget glory. I will settle for peace.   I just want to sleep.   I have soared to and through enormous heights, and I have plummeted downwards, and through these altitudes and these depths the thrill of motion was rapturous.

FARE THEE WELL ANITA GATARE! posted on July 23, 2007 - 9:55am

“Nay, in all these things we are more than conquerors through HIM who loved us…For I am persuaded, that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor powers, nor things present, nor things to come,…shall separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.” Romans 8:37,38-9“So, you guys are still in the building, are you?” I asked as we got out of the escalator… “Yes, we are just going to see someone on the first floor,” Anita replied on behalf of the both of them. “Goodbye Zack” she added. And I hesitated before I replied…because usually I don’t say goodbyes… I hate the thought of not seeing the person again. I gave them both my ubiquitous parting line, “God richly bless and take care”.

And now I remember who has my matchbox 20 CD posted on July 13, 2007 - 8:50pm

She said, "While you were sleepingI was listening to the radioAnd wondering what you're dreaming whenIt came to mind that I didn't careSo I thought - hell if it's over... "I had better end it quickOr I could lose my nerve..." 

KAMPALA - I have heard of several cases of waste and public money going down the drain but the latest is quite something. It was reported today that the mayor of Kampala, Nasser Ntege Ssebaggala had spent Shs300 million (about U$185,000), supposedly of public funds, to plaster his face on new garbage cans in the city.

...here comes another one! posted on July 3, 2007 - 8:26pm
another who?... deadline! I remember the time in school with the double lessons and later on, triple lessons after a heavy meal of ugali and the all things heavy- staring listlessy at the clock on the wall, as my drooping head in hand seemed to get heavier, while the lines in my exercise book began to weave around and my eyes a crack open while the continual droning of one teacher or another, dropped pitch and grew more distant as I gave in to the lulling darkness, and sweet adolescent sleep. "Why doesn't time ever get a move on?!" Now all I think of day and night (yes, night!) is prioritising- reason, deadlines! I just need 18 more hours in my day, then I can wonder what to do with all the time given me. For someone who could have earned a degree in bumming without so much as breaking a sweat- I sure wouldnt have time to apply all that appertains to that degree in my life right now!
loving this! posted on July 3, 2007 - 8:04pm
Ran into Eve sometime... and speak of music to my eyes...http://evesreflections.blogspot.com/2007/06/when-did-rain-start-beating-me.html
Now. Moment. posted on July 3, 2007 - 7:51pm

I have been reading and listening to dark, broody, melancholic or angry music for the past few. Time to offer something to the universal forces of Inspiration and Hope. This is something I stumbled upon quite by accident on NTV, would you believe it?The show is called Jack & Bobby. Shows on Sunday nights."For some of you this night marks a return to your college life, for someof you a new beginning. And so, upon the eve of the tremendous journey uponwhich you are all embarking, I'd like to offer you a thought to take with you.Listen carefully: you will fail here. All of you. College is not the culminationof your high school career. It is the beginning of your adult life. Only it is aslow sweet beginning that feels nothing like what life and all the attendingobligations will eventually bring. So fail here... This is your chance.Do things you know you can't do, or think you can't do but hope in yourdeepest most secret hidden heart that you can.Be bad at things. Be embarrassed.