March 2008

dear God,i saw the woman. i saw her in the supermarket this evening. her stern face was structured by those features of dominance. her body walked in that stance of preparedness to back down any resistance and obstacles in her way. her body was dressed in those prestigious rags; those white-collar job outfits. her sore feet were clad in cruel heels. her hostile eyes shone at me, like a probing policeman's torch, cautiously warning me not to dare defy her hard-earned glory. those eyes, oh God, they told a story. a story of a girl who fought for her fair share of life, of a woman who declared her independence. a story of success. at the expense of life itself. help her to see truth dear God..., to see truth and life...

I walked into the office this morning, and found a shocked colleague who simply said, "they cleaned us out!"On further investigation, I got to learn how he had gotten home last night at about 8:00pm only to find a ransacked house with all the electronics gone. As if that was not enough, the thieves had decided to check through all the envelopes in his brother's room, to find his ATM pin number already having gotten his ATM card. This friend of mine, went to report the matter to the area police who could not be bothered because it was late. They sent him to the station about a further 5km away to report the matter. At this station, he was informed that there being no forensics expert, he had to go to the next Police station to look for one- a further 5km or so away. Finally he got the necessay guys to do the job (this being at about 11pm) and headed back home to have his house dusted with that annoying grey powder.

The sunny day gradually grew darker as a shadow fell over the atmosphere.Birds chirped and flew in circles as if anticipating the coming of a great one.Dark clouds drew together as trees danced to the rhythm of the wind and leaves scattered in all directions. Progressively, the wind rose, sweeping papers, polythene bags and dust in its path. Irritated pedestrians increased their pace as they pulled their jackets closer and clutched their light belongings in fear that the wind that was becoming stronger by the minute would blow them away. Motorists hurriedly closed their windows and increased their speed, no doubt fearing the traffic jam that is synonymous with such days.

Coupled with so many other factors, the war in the Northern region of Uganda has led to much destruction in the lives of the natives.

Now this is the show not to miss.Pity i don't have freebie tickets for you people but hey,you can come and support.No?Twelve jurors must decide the fate of a young man accused of murder. But not everything is as simple as it first seems. The apparently clear-cut case unravels as the arguments between jurors reveal their prejudices and motivations and the meaning of justice.

First we were told Revolutionaries Live forever.Then he came and promoted a lieutenant to a major.Now we are told revolutionaries cannot retire, apparently term limits are not African.Honestly!!! Anyone who thinks we do not need presidential term limits in Africa needs a serious psychiatric evaluation, especially when you have thousands of sycophants cheering you on.

All the words that I've been readingHave now started the act of bleedingInto one. Into one.So I walk up on high, and I step to the edgeTo see my world belowAnd I laugh at myself as the tears roll downCos it's the world I know.(Ed Roland, lead singer of Collective Soul wrote that in 1995 (youtube of the video ).News is that the new Counting Crows album drops this month.

some nigga shot Ox’s ass!
i cant believe this shit! someone went n bust a cap up in the brotha’s ass, well actually in his thigh bone. n i just found out 2day! people, this is the craziest shit ever! first Paul died then Henry almost died now Ox got his ass shot! why do people around me be getting bad karma? yeah, i had to go n make this about me…he’s in Mulago btw, ward 6C, room 20. if u go, take him some magazines, preferably with lotsa pix n cars n stuff.
damn. Ox used to protect my ass back in the day when i was much smaller n a lot prettier coz SMACk had some … weird … people walking about. i’m getting all misty eyed now but i gotta walk coz i’m using this laptop to watch movies n i’m gonna watch sumthin violent now – working thru my grief u see – so, plz go visit Ox.
thanx

I thought i had it in me to be regular this time but waa.Anyhow a friend emailed me this(yeah it's one of those chain mail things but what the hell) and i believe you guys will enjoy it.Call it an insight on women and their mysterious ways.When i read it i had a good laugh especially because alot of it is true.9 words women use(1) Fine: This is the word women use to end an argument when they are right and you need to shut up.(2) Five Minutes: If she is getting dressed, this means a half an hour. Five minutes is only five minutes if you have just been given five more minutes to watch the game before helping around the house.

Last Friday I made up my mind that Ugandans are angry, selfish and bitter with life and the symptoms are there for all to see: how else do you explain the selfishness of all drivers (taxi or personal cars) when they suddenly stop to let someone out of their vehicle or when they honk irritatingly to the person ahead of them and shout "you think you are driving in your father's compound"- where did the beef come from, you hardly know the person ahead of you- who simply sticks their hand out and says, "you fly over!"-at the end of the day, everyone wants to make the other person look bad, calling them names and seeking an opportunity for pay back! ....and what about the strikes? Last week, the Kyambogo students torched two administration vehicles because the council had reversed a decsion to reimburse lecturers' whose salaries had been subject to afew deductions-what purpose do the burnt cars serve?

She's got a dazzling smileBrilliant white,brightenough to outshine my glaring deficianciesShe's a sweet distractionshe's pop music, she's comic booksshe's novocaine.She's novocaine. When I'm with her, I feel no painShe's novocaine. She's novocaine. When I'm with her I feel no pain.

"Fashion is a form of ugliness so severe it has to be changed every so often...."Oscar Wilde

n.b. plz click on the picture to get the fullsize image. the pc i am using doesnt have software that wld enable me edit the pix before i post them. thank you. cheers
reason no. 5; mama delick?!!

reason no. 4; we have so much tarmac we can even afford to extend it into no-man’s land at our border with u guys

reason no. 3; when my Prez’s friends steal votes they use the Courts of Law

reason no. 2; the women…mama mia si bellisima!

reason no. 1; mine is bigger dan urs

Two weeks ago I picked up a book, "Dreams from my Father: A story of Race and inheritence" by Barack Obama. On reading the chapter on origins I discovered that the young man had quite an ancestry including Christopher Columbus Clark. Then he had been the first black president of the Harvard Law Review.....and now he seeks to be the first black American president of the U.S of A? I could not help but think that from the time he was a child, he had conceived the idea of becoming a highly influencial person- I mean are all the above coincidences?

ADDIS - The view from my 8th-floor room of the Hilton overlooks a shanty town not too dissimilar to the Katanga slum in Wandegeya. It is hard not to have preconceived ideas about a place like Ethiopia, with Band Aid and all that hunger and poverty stuff fed to us by the media about the place. We are the world, yes, but the luxury of the hotel is a far continent from the city a few metres away. Been here two days and yet to venture out into the city save for my drive in from the airport where two things caught my eye: the large number of Fiat Lada taxis, a legacy of the country's links with Italy, and several cranes at several construction sites across the city, a symbol, in large part, of the country's current links with China.More about Addis later.

During Christmas last year, I convinced my best friend to come home to the village- to the land of the wise- yeah you guessed it- the great Kaberamaido!!!!!-what did you think!Anyways so we decided to try out his car (some cute sporty short chasis Pajero). We had it serviced on the 23rd (Dec.) and had it all already for our journey on the 24th. Just as we were starting off on the 24th, the temperature gauge suddenly sprung up. We went to Gapco (opp. Zinelo's) and checked the water-yeah it was there and full too. We wanted to check the oil and when the silly pump attendant reached out to pull out the oil dipstick he broke it!!!!! Can you believe it????

Women and their friends are one enigmatic thing. They will love them to death and yet may willingly betray them over the pettiest things in life to the great things. Right from gossiping about them, spilling all their secrets or worse, sleeping with their man. It’s no wonder people look at female friendship with such skeptism.But anyhow, what I really want to say is that friendship is not such an easy thing to maintain. I often joke with my gals that it is quite expensive because you must pay for it everyday of your life with undefined currency. Talking to her when you are not in the mood, hanging out with her even when you would rather be making out with the cute bloke who fills up your inbox with raunchy text messages, lending her those shoes or outfit that cost you a fortune.