September 2007

KAMPALA - Rachaal M, who I hadn't seen in a bit, reminded me to update my blog. She said it was bad for image, the stale news. I didn't know she read my blog. Then Dennis 'Agony Uncle' Matanda posted a comment. As did Ernest 'Buzz' Bazanye, who enjoys the company of such illustrious literary luminaries like John O'Farrell and Jonathan Safran Foer among my favourite writers. Bannange, I didn't know that celebrities 'whom we read about in the newspapers' read my blog! Anyway, the last time I blogged (or is it blag?) we was down under, drinking fermented grape juice and enjoying uncharacteristically warm weather in Grahamstown/Jo'burg. Everything went swimmingly until the day before we left when one of the guys from Zimbabwe, having had three too many, imagined that I had said something positive about Mugabe and wanted to 'take it outside'. As the bus was actually in motion, that was not a possibility but I offered to beat him up the next morning if he had the time.

At a recent county fair a psychic had a booth where she was reading tarot cards and doing typical witchcraft over people. The Spirit of God began to stir me and I decided to challenge the power of her demons with the Holy Ghost. I sat in line waiting on my turn. When I walked into her booth I asked her if she could tell the future. She said she couldn't tell all of the future, but could tell some of it. I told her I could tell tell her not only her condition, but Icould also read her future. She immediately became interested... God gave me a word of knowledge. I began to tell her that she was raised Catholic, but that she currently practiced wicca and she was using a gift God had given her from birth for selfish gain. She was absolutely stunned because she was from Indian decent and not many Indians were Catholic. I then told her I could tell her future. She was now marveled at

one glance at youand the floor is above meI can't find my shoeit's getting awful barmy!see, you make me write silly things that rhyme. you make me stand taller, smile brighter, even throw forks when I'm usually in control! Fantasia knows how you make me feel, 'cause when I see you...gosh! i was down the other day, then I saw you and it was like the sun coming out from behind the clouds. no explanation. you make my heart smile. I miss walking past you, maybe catching a whiff of your cologne. I love those white shoes, you are so on! I miss sitting near you, ordering the same things, doing our own stuff, but doing them together in my head. and when you asked me if that chair was taken...boy you sure know how to make a girl swoon. my campus road misses you. not the same view out of my window without you.

the following people are the most likely people to do the following.how do i know?they are in my life some i live with, others i meet everyday,they are an insight into my life.1.most likely to walk into a pole-vanessa, first met her on campus came across as a "poser"but when we got talking we hit it right off today we be bossom buddies tight we been through some campus shit and boy oh my would not trade it for anything.2.most likely to have a blond lifetime-Mona,met her in high school we hit it off immediately no mixed feelings have been bossom buddies till today, funny without even trying and an acholi.3.most likely to have a blond light bulb moment-Joy,have known her ever since my s.1 had the best moments with this girl running from teachers on duty,getting cained for talking inthe domitory and class.but man she can be blond extremly intelligent but can be blond sometimes.

“Dogs bark but the caravan moves on.” -Arab ProverbNow, this one is an all over the place one!

i dont like it peeps givin props sayin life is gud wen you pay bills and wen u aint payin yo duffed, like peeps appreciate you wen u can pay some Bills. Who gives us grace and blesses us? Many make the mistake of judging success by how much dime they gat. Peeps think am here havin fun. Man, am a death-bound man and i think some shud even prepare their hearts to be disaapointed if they think finally God brought me this far to make money and make our lives easy. Life is easy whether am eating grass, paying bills or eatin nothing at all.Its all about how we define life. Life is mooo than degrees, reputation, status, big bank accounts, light skinned women, position and blah blah. U aint no better jus becos u cruize a benzo or live in a white neighbourhood. I can be in a grass thatch n ctill be rockin. na mean?

I was walking through Kololo the other day (en route from a pub to a restaurant, I think). There have been heavy rains in Uganda, and in fact across all of sub-Saharan Africa, for the past several weeks, but this day was one long, languid migration of juicy sunshine and the giggling shadows of palm fronds from west to east. I was wearing my sunglasses and usual work clothing -- tailored shirt, slacks -- and sort of enjoying the slightly overwhelming sensation of the striking heat; I felt myself coming to a slow boil as the water in me began migrating to my clothing and then my second-layer accoutrements. Walking up a verdant trail to the main road, I caught sight of a bone-white stray chicken pecking and scratching near some bushes. Immediately, viscerally, instinctively, I froze, my eyes wide and greedy.

I don't know if you saw this story in the papers 2 days ago, but if you didn't well I will give you a brief summary:A bag with over 20 million Ug Shs was stolen from the official car of the Commander of Defence Forces, General Aronda Nyakairima. The money was for his 'Research' Project! And his body guards have been arrested and will soon be court martialled.

O.k. I haven’t really given much attention to this blog lately but I’ll be back soon to. In the interim, I thought I might share this hilarious piece I came across last night. Actual School Excuse Notes These are excuse notes from parents (including original spelling) collected by schools from all over the country (we keep it a secret).... 1) My son is under a doctor's care and should not take P.E.today. Please execute him. 2) Please excuse Lisa for being absent. She was sick and I had her shot. 3) Dear School: Please ekscuse John being absent on Jan. 28, 29,30, 31, 32, and also 33. 4) Please excuse Gloria from Jim today. She is administrating. 5) Please excuse Roland from P.E. for a few days. Yesterday he fell out of a tree and misplaced his hip. 6) John has been absent because he had two teeth taken out of his face.

When revival came to Florence, Italy, during 1496-98, God’s instrument was the Italian Roman Catholic monk Savonarloa. At that time, Martin Luther who was greatly influenced by Savonarloa was just a small boy. Savonarola was shocked by the vice and immorality of the world and by the corruption that existed in the Roman Catholic Church. As a youth he would walk beside the River Po, signing to God and weeping for the sins, the injustices, and the poverty of the people. He wept and grieved over the lewdness, luxury, and cruelty of many leaders of the church. He would lie for hours prostrate on the altar steps in the church, weeping and praying for the sins of the age and the sins of the church. Although he was a devout Catholic, his prayers and Spirit-filled life helped prepare the way for the Protestant Reformation. Martin Luther called him a Protestant martyr.

The people of Florence are far from considering themselves ignorant and benighted, and yet Brother Girolamo Savonarola succeeded in persuading them that he held converse with God. I will not pretend to judge whether it was true or not, for we must speak with respect of so great a man; but I may well say that an immense number believed it without having seen any extraordinary manifestations that should have made them believe it. ---Machiavelli, The Discourses (Book I, Chapter XI)

Today, I hit her. My wife, the love of my life. Where did it all start to go wrong? Is it one event? One moment? One word? One fight? Does it even exist? We truly were happy. Weren't we? At 25, the bank job was going great. I had my own car. The Asians were gone. I got that house cheap after that. There was the supermarket too, the land. All opportunities. All good fortune. What do you do when you're this successful in the 70's? Well, I got married. And we were happy. Great children. Good friends.This beer doesn't taste too good. James really is running this place into the ground. Everything tastes the same now. Bland