September 2008

I've started a company. It's called DeTamble Exports. My first job is to export myself.I leave on Sunday.Apart from that I've been busy these past few weeks, hence the lack of posts.

I'm sure you will agree with me that what started as a land transaction between the National Social Security Fund and the security minister Amama Mbabazi and his associate Amos Nzeyi has morphed into an octopus with too many arms to keep up with.If the powers that be wanted me completely baffled they have done a commendable job. it seems that the stage has been set with some superb actors and some terribly lame ones. I can't get my head around the cast but I wish someone would explain to me the plot.

You know blogging has gone too far when you are writing down "research" and you start referring exactly how you would link in your posts. Trust me... tis a world altering experience when people do not understand what you are going on about... kinda like you expected them to use their fingers on the papers and it would automatically link to whatever online source you are quoting.If you do not understand any of what I am saying, I am glad to report that you are not in the portion of bloggers affected by over blogging. That is a very good thing... you are still "normal".

Mood: Snipin' mood[Toot!] Index: 0.1Communism Bit: OffLocation: EntebbeThe boy was shot. The girl was terrified. And the soldier was angry that this shot hadn't been perfect. That's what happened on that Sunday night.A lover crouches among the shrubs that make the hedge. This is back in the September of 1998, by the way, on that road that leads to the Fire Quarters in Entebbe. That road where the army families live. And the lover should have been smart enough to know that you shouldn't pay visits to a soldier's daughter. —At night!

I just walked for an hour..... dont ask but i think these Wazungu activities are going to my head. I am absolutely taking leave from this "exercise" crap... tisnt good on my relatively endowed body, thats all I'm saying!In other news, No- there will not be any Tandralets coming along... no will there be any world overthrowing endevours (although I think I am steadily working towards that end), there will be no robbing banks.....I have however fallen out of the little love I was in. Tis sad but I guess I had to grow up when dude wasnt on my plot..but that too is okay, I mean... there's only so much of my fabulousness to go around.. must be stingy about it and what not.No, dont look at me that way. Im really fine... twas "a little"... some how conviniently everyone skap over this, no idea why.So im back on the market, so to speak... so err...prepare to wow me.

Words by Puzzle

A while ago, I purchased flavored tea at the local grocery store close to my place of work.

It took me back.
Come walk with me.
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After a very long period of silence, I returned to a place I had once thoroughly enjoyed putting down my thoughts at. The reason I let it be was because someone asked me what the theme of my blog was- was I going to put down personal stuff? was I going to be a tattle-tale on my blog? was I going to be consellor?

Just finished a couple of poster designs for power FM. Both are targeted towards the youth. One is A-Klass, an Awareness, Ability, Achievement and Abstinence campaign specifially for high schoolers (secondary school). The other is Campus Craze, a fun centered interactive series of events tailored for Universities around the country.
I love these two pieces, mostly because of the creative leeway I was given. Like I told the guy who recommended me for the job, “It’s good to find a client who lets you give your very best and is still willing to pay you what you believe your pains are worth.”
Hope you like them as much as I do!

To be honest I am too freaking tired to say anything profound...that doesn't mean I necessarily would otherwise. And since you have actually taken time to have a look at this, well the least I can do is share my fatigue.I am actually moving house in two days so packing stuff and clearing old bills is in high gear but I honestly can't wait to have a place that's exclusively mine. No more embarassment over the state of the toilet in the corridor, no more shopping for two and food runs out at a rate similar to feeding zoo animals, no more strange visitors opening the fridge and taking a 2 litre coke bottle I bought into a bedroom and blessedly....I can finally walk around the house without the incumberance of clothes....Hallelujah!!

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Somewhere inside of us lies hidden the ability to do all the things we'd rather not,the strength to try a little more when we think couldn't make another stepthe nerve to deal with everything that we are afraid of , the vitality to start over, when we think we are spentthe assurance that we are uniquely beautiful and the good sense to be proud of ourselves even when no one is noticing much less applauding, the ability to live in the present and make the most of now,

I am the Devil's Advocate, so, you will all allow me a licence to humour.

I am more convinced than ever before that in order to unlock some of the mysteries in the bible, you have to read the book of GENESIS again. Here is one of the many reasons.GENESIS is the word that gives birth to the word GENE from which we get the word GENEALOGY and science agrees that this is the FABRIC of humanity.Humanity needs not fear the devil and this we can see from our genealogy. In genesis, we see that the devil and his schemes are meant to be as far away from us as possible. The devil was declared a vagabond and illegal to take habitation in our lives, here is the proof.MATHEW 6:9-13 is the lords’ prayer. Emphasis on verse 10.

This Thursday is another Blogers' Happy Hour.The date is 25th September, the time is 6.30pm and the place is Mateos.If you are a blogger and you find yourself in Kampala on that date, feel free to drop by. We just might be talking about the NSSF scandal or Big Brother or the new mini-skirt ban in the works. Then again, maybe not.Do drop by and see for yourself.

This Thursday is another Bloggers' Happy Hour. The date is 25th September, the time is 6.30pm and the place is Mateos. If you are a blogger and you find yourself in Kampala on that date, feel free to drop by. We just might be talking about the NSSF scandal or Big Brother or the new mini-skirt ban in the works. Then again, maybe not. Do drop by and see for yourself.

[I wrote this yesterday. Today, Sunday, it is a very beautiful sunny morning. Though, as I speak, there is a hint of water in the air. Soon, it might rain. Just wanted to share this with you out there!Its raining.A warm, slow rain.Was raining when I woke up. My lovers warm body was too tempting. Too tempting by half. So, set off almost late for the morning. It was a drizzle then, but once out, I could see the dark thunderclouds to the east and I knew it was going to rain. Just prayed I would be able to get to work before the heavens opened up.And they have, when I was already at work.Rain over Kampala.The sun is a favorite season, with the heat, and the brightness, and the sheer sense of light all around. But the rain is also a favorite season. True, the roads become ribbons of red mud, and we have to pick and choose where we step. The light is lost, and the overcast is usually heavy. But, usually, it does not last that much, which is a fantastic thing.

"I have always laid it down as a maxim --and found it justified by experience --that a man and a woman make far better friendships than can exist between two of the same sex --but then with the condition that they never have made or are to make love to each other." Lord Byronp.s: My plot has just been messed up by this guy

The National Book Week was here, and is gone. It closes tomorrow. Blogger Ugandan Insomniac, (ugandaninsomniac.wordpress.com)  who should be canonised for her efforts, has been championing the cause fervently.Meanwhile, in the Monitor, Dennis D Muhumuza rounded up a few people who have a professional or personal stake in the culture of reading and asked them why they read. Story here.

that good times come and go, God doesn'tthat a good book beats chocolate on any daythat i can still be helplessly in love with you so many miles awaythat we can still fight over the phone (and make up too)that its okay to crythat i miss my sister(please please write on your blog again)that you can't know joy if you've never felt painthat there's nothing like a hug to make a day betterthat as long as there's a dawn there's always hopethat...