August 2007

The Lesbian Interview that had Gaetano Roasted posted on August 31, 2007 - 4:13pm
By now you are possibly aware that Capital Radio presenter Gaetano Kaggwa has been suspended by the Broadcasting Council for letting a lesbian use vulgar language on his breakfast show.
R.i.pped posted on August 30, 2007 - 7:33pm

Been a while since I updated this blog. Made too many promises about being regular - kept none. Whatever happened to BHH? Does anyone know? Apparently there was one that no one told me about. I'd like to say I've been busy, but we all know that'd be a lie. Blogger mojo is at an all-time low. And somehow, I found myself semi-addicted to BBA - until Justice, the midget we all loved to hate was voted out. Then all the other attempts at entertainment sorta fell short.So, a couple of days ago, I was chatting with a couple of friends. Now one of them was telling stories about how crazy the crime-rate was, down in South Africa. Apparently, you would be lucky to escape with your life. Down there, if anyone holds you up with a weapon, its "your money or your life". K'la by comparison is relatively safe - we concluded. Apparently, in S.A - your even advised to carry like a knife for protection. Where is this going?

roll it posted on August 28, 2007 - 6:57pm

When dem fly up in yuh face gyalMek dem know dem placeNumber one in a de race gyalCould never replaceIndependent and yuh strong gyalAnd yuh set de paceFit and healthy living long gyalFree yuh self gyal you got class and you got prideGo to school gyal and get yuh degreeNurture and take care of yuh pickneyGyal yuh work hard to make yuh moneyin a mighty hurry...back to school!girl power!

What is Revival? Unknown posted on August 28, 2007 - 6:46pm

When men in the streets are afraid to open their mouths and utter godless words lest the judgments of God should fall; when sinners, overawed by the Presence of God tremble in the streets and cry for mercy; when, without special meetings and sensational advertising, the Holy Ghost sweeps across cities and towns in Supernatural Power and holds men in the grip of terrifying Conviction; when "every shop becomes a pulpit; every heart an altar; every home a sanctuary" and people walk softly before God, this is Revival! Today the word Revival has largely lost its real meaning. Our present generation, never having witnessed the mighty moving of God in nation-wide spiritual awakening such as has taken place in past generations, has little conception of the magnitude of such a "visitation."

My phone issues posted on August 28, 2007 - 7:32am
Can you imagine after all of this time, only one person has been putting comments on the blog? Thanks dear one. We expect to receive your threat with much joy.lol. Okay, the new year has set off, where are the off campus crew- remember BASIC does not game on campu- it goes on, to our missions, workplaces etc. There is this thing called 100% free calls on Mango, how is it treating u Mango guys. Me am not fully registered on Mango so I do not get calls at weird hours all because of 100%. Wabula Ugandans love free things!! Mbu u call up a beloved after 11pm!!! You cannot even spend money on the beloved, you wait for 100%? MTN is worse, in addition to having a lot of airtime on the phone, you are not able to use it because when 10pm clocks, the network is down!! So I am so loaded in terms of airtime but I cannot use it!! The only time I can use it is 6-8am when people are sleeping.
Has the moon lost her memory… she is smiling alone posted on August 27, 2007 - 8:23pm
I have been on a mind blog roll -really, story after anecdote and poem- yeah the thought (in this case, numerous) counts (count?); my writing sister finally got out of her lull, so let’s get these thoughts on paper before she lapses again! BTW we call it a paper trail now, wonder what it will be called two generations from now, when paper will be an endangered species! I remember when…<?xml:namespace prefix = o />
JAMES CAUGHEY-Revivalist" by David Smithers posted on August 25, 2007 - 4:16pm

J. A. Stewart has rightly said, "Apart from the mighty enduement of the Spirit of Pentecost, all our Gospel services will be in vain. The natural, unregenerate man cannot comprehend the things of the Spirit. His darkened mind can only be enlightened by the divine intervention of God, the Holy Ghost. He cannot be argued, fascinated, bullied or enthused into accepting Christ as Savior. It is not enough that we clearly expound the Gospel. It must be given in the demonstration and power of the Spirit and then applied by Him." It was this burning revelation that radically transformed the ministry of a young Methodist preacher by the name of James Caughey.James Caughey was born in Northern Ireland on April 9, 1810. The Caughey family later immigrated to America while James was still very young. By 1830 Mr. Caughey was working in a large flour mill

THE SILVERSMITH-author unknown posted on August 24, 2007 - 1:51pm

Malachi 3:3 says: "He will sit as a refiner and purifier of silver?" This verse puzzled some women in a Bible study and they wondered what this statement meant about the character and nature of God?One of the women offered to find out the process of refining silver and get back to the group at their next Bible Study?That week, the woman called a silversmith and made an appointment to watch him at work? She didn't mention anything about the reason for her interest beyond her curiosity about the process of refining Silver.As she watched the silversmith, he held a piece of silver over the fire and let it heat up. He explained that in refining silver, one needed to hold the silver in the middle of the fire where the flames were hottest as to burn away all the impurities.The woman thought about God holding us in such a hot spot; then she thought again about the verse that says: "He sits as a refiner and purifier of silver."

Fantasy posted on August 22, 2007 - 6:46pm

I think of getting a call at 11:08 am, from a number with twelve digits. Her plane just landed in New York. She has just got her luggage and now she's sitting in an airport restaurant waiting for the ride to her hotel.  We are going to talk about the fat guy in the next aisle who kept hitting on the stewardess, and we're going to talk about the New York accents; we'll talk about the movie that was showing on the flight and she'll make me promise to rent it. I'll say I'll do that when she gets back.  And then ten minutes later she'll have to hang up because the taxi has arrived. I'll say goodnight and laugh at the obvious joke.  I am not fantasising about meeting that kind of girl. I have met her several times before.  I am fantasising about becoming that type of guy.

Frustrating posted on August 22, 2007 - 3:33pm

KAMPALA - After typing out close to a thousand words on the gay debate currently raging in Uganda, the computer f's up and I lose the lot. Moreover on a hot, humid wednesday afternoon. Here is what I meant to say: as long as it is between two consenting adults, I don't really care what goes on in people's bedrooms.

All is well posted on August 22, 2007 - 8:56am
Now, this is an amazing morning. I thought first of all that I would fail to get a pc in these labs but then i did! Then to open VB (by the way if you are getting confused- this is not visual basic, rather Virtual Base) and what a myriad of e-mail!!! I am so overjoyed!!!! I feel like going for porkaty right now in virtual base!!! Banange Hanny, I am so soryy. I wanted to welcome u nayee..... eih, kale now i have missed an opportunity but i am sure God willing it will come again. Muuuso welcome back. I am really loving your e-mails, they have put smile on places on my face i thought they could never reach! Let me take this opportunity to bless God for all the BASIC and especially the homiez who have endeavoured to keep in touch.
Gems from sages of old posted on August 21, 2007 - 7:23pm

"He who is too busy to pray will be too busy to live a holy life. Satan had rather we let the grass grow on the path to our prayer chamber than anything else." E.M.Bounds"True prayer is measured by weight,-not by length. A single groan before God may have more fullness of prayer in it than a fine oration of great length."C. H. Spurgeon"Example is more forcible than precept. People look at my six days in the week to see what I mean on the seventh."Robert Cecil"Men give advice; God gives guidance."Leonard Ravenhill

the parameters of a moment posted on August 18, 2007 - 3:22pm

So yesterday morning, being done with my freelance work for the week (or at least, close enough to being done to warrant reflexive permission to consider myself done), I was listening to Paul Simon and watching peaceable clouds drifting across an african sky; this was pleasant enough for about an hour, and when I got up to see what the clouds were looking down on I spotted a woman swinging a keychain around a finger like a hula hoop.

Many welcomes posted on August 18, 2007 - 2:02pm
Good day. I have many welcomes to say. First, BASIC Campus Family, welcome back to your new year,munange me i have now been promoted to off campus favour of the Lord. Man, I hope you guys dream big this year- yeah am always dreaming big, always going for gold. And the God who spoke, still speaks. Another welcome message! Mr Musoke-of the I don't know fame is back anytime now from Bangkok! I can't wait to 'usher' him back. Hope he is okay. Otherwise, just greetings to you all. Sam, Clem(DOS), Phlyte (Web Guru), I hear Miria da Boxer is back!!! I urge all campusers to keep the fire burning, we shall kip it burning here too. To all the BICS, come for a house warming in my new room-- bring curtains and carpets and pork. in descending order. I love u guys.
Dear Sir posted on August 18, 2007 - 12:12am

I loathe you. I know that hate is a strong word, which is why I'm reluctant to write it now, but I have thought it countless times. My chest is heaving as I write this. my throat is clogged with tears that I will not cry. I am filled with rage. You have turned me into a raging monster. And that is not the saddest thing. The saddest thing is that you have made me doubt myself. You have made me look into the mirror searching for the sign on my face, on my body that invited you to shatter my trust. Yes Sir, I trusted you. I trusted you. I came to you looking for guidance, for a chance to prove myself. I trusted you to lead me into adulthood. Not the sort that you insinuate Sir, the sort that would have me ready to take on any professional challenges that I know are heading my way. I came to you with an eager mind. Sir, I came to you willing to work my ass off to prove just how capable I am. And I am doing that. Grudgingly. Because you have killed all the joy that I had doing my job.

speed of sound posted on August 17, 2007 - 11:32pm

How long before I get in?Before it starts, before I begin?How long before you decide?Before I know what it feels like?Where To, where do I go?If you never try, then you'll never know.How long do I have to climb,Up on the side of this mountain of mine?somehow, no matter what rock song I hear, it comes back to Chris Martin and russians. you have banished me to a siberian wasteland, and still I pine. I long. I compare you to those that truly loved me, and I start to think that I never wanted them to want me the way I want you to want me. knowing this, I should stay away from everything that reminds me of you. everything that reminds me of you...everything reminds me of you. in some weirdly roundabout way my mind always latches onto the image of you. could I be sadder? I am strong. I will not call you, text you, email you, or even ask to see you. I will not.

tagren posted on August 17, 2007 - 3:24pm

I have been tagged by kissyfurSo the rules first:1. We have to post the rules here 2. Players have to post 8 random facts about themselves on their blog.3. Players then have to tag other unfortunate souls and get them to do the same.4. The 8 get listed and informed to read my blog and the trend continues. Here we go:1. I easily get over people, especially if we had any sort of relationship be friends or lovers. And it ends on a bad note. And this is the only way I manage to let things go and never get into quarrels and avoid enemies. I am nothing next to a hopeless romantic am allergic to pollen as a matter of fact, but not deathly allergic. But none the less I believe in love have been for 3 years with this absolutely wonderful guy.

Sweet Kiwatule posted on August 14, 2007 - 5:40pm
Yesterday I practically did nothing. Oh I now remember, i went for my last anti-malarial shot. Someone gimme a truckload of DDT. Rest of the day was reading Portnoy’s Complaint. ’twas too hilarious and gripping, strecthed peku 2:00 am!! So today I am paying. More about that Portnoy’s complaint. Saw a glorious sunset shimmering on the dome at Bahai temple from one of the unfinished bridges of the Northern bypass. Kiwats pips were mostly listening to the premiership on radio. Then a guy comes along and starts talking about how he saw someone ………..shit………….some freak wants to use the pc. over and out
of fickle matter and funny sms comments. posted on August 14, 2007 - 10:28am

sunday i dedicated my day to reading the comments being sent to the big brother sms scroll and boy did i have a laugh.the most hilarious so far "jeff, those are not exercises but exorcism".other hilarious ones have been "whoever feels like physically removing ofuneka from the house iam 100% behind you", "jeff should go to farfaraway land and meet his brother shrek" those sms are truly humour therapy they are a must read.some are really mean but i guess thats the game.i keep wondering the big guy of national water Muhairwe didnot drink that green concotion he was holding and trying to convince ugandans that the water was safe for consumption.this morning as i was taking a bath there seemed to be less water coming through the shower head.it hit me maybe its the fickle matter that had been clogging my shower head or pipe thats why i could not get enough water.what other explanation is there given the latest controversy surrounding national water and sewarage coperation.am still puzzled as

back all up in it posted on August 13, 2007 - 4:33pm

I haven't blogged in a while, but if anything can induce the need to blog (god, that sounds even more like a description of something that happens in an emergency room than I meant it to), it's being targeted by a list-predicated meme. For you delectation, English-speaking person with internet access:

"Free Him, He is an Idiot" posted on August 13, 2007 - 11:42am

In Mainland China, a sword was put to the chest of a Christian. He was asked, "Are you a Christian?"He answered "Yes."He would have been killed if an officer had not said, "Free him; he is an idiot."Someone later asked him later, "How could you confess Christ with such courage?"He replied, "I had read the story of Peter's denial of Jesus, and i did not wish to weep bitterly."Here is a true message:"If we died with Christ, we will live with Him. If we dont give up, we will rule with Him. If we deny that we know Him, He will deny that He knows us. If we are not faithful, He will still be faithful. Christ cannot deny who He is."Paul the ApostleMartyred in Rome, 65AD(2 Timothy 2:11-13 CEV)From Jesus Freaks

EVOLUTION….NO SIREE! posted on August 11, 2007 - 11:52pm

I like the Boston Globe because of its objectivity. Take this story for instance. They could easily have picked another story title – like mine – but they stuck to their guns and consistent with good journalistic approaches only presented us the facts of the matter leaving their readership to formulate its own opinion, and ultimately, decision. It was different when I went to school; objectivity was punishable –by fewer grades I mean.

JOHN G. LAKE - "PRAY, PRAY, PRAY" posted on August 10, 2007 - 10:32pm

QUOTE: "All decays begin in the [prayer] closet; no heart thriveswithout much secret converse with God, and nothing will makeamends for the want of it." - Berridge.

PROPHETIC CHURCH-Mick Haines posted on August 10, 2007 - 10:23pm

A prophetic church will always be a suffering church, a sacrificial church.” So writes Jesus Fellowship apostolic leader, Mick Haines. “Mick Haines is dead.” I wrote these words in the back of my Bible many years ago when the Jesus Fellowship was first being formed. There was a call to surrender to Jesus fully. It was a call to “take up our cross” and live wholly for Jesus.

DIE 2 LIVE! posted on August 8, 2007 - 7:14pm

"I aint no writa, am jus a messenger!"Renee emcee of LVCWe’re trying to show them that for Christ we live Help ‘em understand for Christ we die Man the cost is high You gon’ say ya good byes Cause part of you gon’ have to die Yeah, the cost is high. Adopted from da Open Book Album by a brotha in da faith-Da T.R.U.T.H.

wedding symphony posted on August 7, 2007 - 1:24pm

the bride- a mover the colour- cream,orange(sunset)time check:3:30amlocation:rock classic hotelstatus:awaking to get back to kampaladeparture:4:00ammood:groggy and sleepyso we bundle up and get on the move,at exactly 4:00am we pass the tororo cement factory,in pursuit of the capital city.The road is not bad at all until you reach the Bugiri sign post.Then it gets UGLY,the road pulls out all the stops until you reach the Owens falls dam.the marathon, boxing match and working in a mine feeling does not make this stretch any easier. Manage to fall asleep and away on the turn home.time check:6:50amstatus:eyes closedlocation:bedroom at home

continuatuin of wedding symphony. posted on August 7, 2007 - 1:22pm
Untitled posted on August 6, 2007 - 3:39pm

There's a reason why man does not live foreverEverything must pass awayThe moments, the memoriesAll that we try so hard to hold on toEverything must fade away into nothingnessUntil we have nothing to look back to 

Chapter V (Do us part) posted on August 5, 2007 - 7:11pm
Then one day they bring in a temporary secretary when Beatrice is out having her baby. As temporary secretaries are, by destiny’s decree, Elizabeth is young, shapely and pretty. She is fresh out of university, giggles like a girl but fills her clothes like a woman. It is not the legs that roll out of her short skirts, it is not the bosom that bursts out of her blouse that throw Joe off balance– he is married has a wife. He has conditioned himself to resist the lure of tits and ass. It is other things, things he didn’t know he needed to guard against. The non-obvious. The nape of her neck, which whispers tenderness to him, so silently that even ears do not hear. The lushness of her eyelashes, the curl of her lip when she gives him that half-smile in the morning. It is the subservient way she folds her fingers within themselves when he gives her instructions that he finds so mesmerising. It crept up on him, slowly, one by one, finger by finger.
Part of me posted on August 4, 2007 - 3:36pm

Part of me weeps for the passage of timeEven through my progressively better life experiencesEach time I'm reminded of a time long goneA song, a word, a smile, a memoryThe passage of time somehow always jars meI cant help but long for that one thing I can never have back

Moving on... posted on August 4, 2007 - 1:03am

Thank you to everyone that's visited here and said a prayer over the past couple of weeks. Thank you for your kind comments too. My friend is gone and I guess it's something whose reality we shall have to slowly come to grips with. It's my hope that she's resting in God's bosom now.---------

Godly Infatuation: By Julie Ferwerda posted on August 3, 2007 - 3:17pm

Resisting A Ministry Affair “I’ve been totally attracted to this certainman.” Stephanie admitted over mugs of chai at my kitchen table.Trying to appear unruffled by this startling declaration was a challenge. I love that my good friend honestly admits her deepest struggles, but her latest temptation was a bit surprising to me.

correction posted on August 2, 2007 - 2:10am

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eight maids milking or whatever posted on August 2, 2007 - 12:59am

I'm stumped on eight things. I'm not sure whether I'm shy, defiant or empty. eight years old.I'm not sure I remember who I was when I was eight. she must have been me.I don't know. was it P.2.K or P.2.S? I was in 1.W,but i don't remember P.2 very well. I think that's the year Miss Mpagi hit me so hard (my ears were ringing all afternoon) after I lifted my head to peek when i should have been pretending to nap like everyone else. That might be the year I missed the end of year party 'cause i forgot it was`on thursday, didn't come with my good dress and was too ashamed to party with the other tutted up girls in my red and whites. yup, that's the year my sisters deserted me and made me walk all the way home...alone. I crossed atleast four roads. I was so brave.1998. I finished primary school in 1998. no, first I got a card that was meant for another girl, then I finished primary school.