With heads bowed in silent prayer,Cheeks wet with silent tears,Hearts heavy with silent sadness,This is how we mourn you.
Reliving the moments spent together,Remembering the secrets told and kept,Feeling the intimacies in the elements,This is how we grieve for you.
Taking the joy, love, peace and happiness,Finding a voice in solacing solitude,Passing it forward and giving it to the world,This is how we remember you.
…………………………………………………………….RCK
The thing is, hopelessly mingled in with the class work are other things that might not relate. To the people in my life who make me day dream, to the writers whose lyrics remain in my head, and to the professors who've lost my attention over the last few weeks.
The thing is, hopelessly mingled in with the class work are other things that might not relate. To the people in my life who make me day dream, to the writers whose lyrics remain in my head, and to the professors who've lost my attention over the last few weeks.*"I want to change the world, Instead I sleep"( Ingrid Michelson lyrics)*"I am thankful that I can feel you actively loving me even when I am actively being undeserving" ( A note to God)*" and yes he is a beautiful man, but he is also a beautiful friend" (India. Arie lyrics)*" prescription, milk, shampoo" ( reminder)* " stop, look , listen" ( song title-Boney James)*" is there a worse fashion statement than white socks on a guy really?" ( unclassified)*" this blows!" (unclassified)* " strawberries and cool whip"( rated R)* "Download Lincoln Brewster" ( reminder)*" Lunch!!!" ( unclassified)* " love is not a myth!
its really been cold today not in a bad way only that i did the most outrageous thing, took a boda in the morning to work and got all the lotion on my legs and knees run down, washed up in the annoying drizzles,i wished i had slept. i woke up in like 10 phases, set my alarm for 6am, i woke up at 4am hearing water trickle out of the tap out side my house and thought for a foggy sleepy second someone had actually clumbered over my wall in need of water and was afetching!
(I'll get over it) MISS ELAINEOUS She came over last nightAnd said she wanted to talkBut I didn't think she seemed herselfShe wore my favorite blue shirtAnd tonight I knewI didn't wanna be with anyone elseAnd then the next 10 minutesOf my life were a blurI couldn't believe what she saidShe said she thought that we might be better off friendsI said I thought I'd be better off deadKnees are shakingAnd these palms are sweatingWhile this heart is breakingCan this be ordinary love?
and boy has it been quite a journey… right at this moment i am engaged, frustrated (this has nothing to do wtih being engaged) annoyed, feeling a bit useless and not really achieving all the things that i thought i could have achieved by this time.
Right now i am tired of hearing from so many people thinking that things are impossible, that things must be done a certain way, that every person has to walk a certain path, or be a certain way or do it how it’s always been done.
Clearly i am not in the mood to be writing a come back post but i thought i might as well start off somewhere before i am insensitive to whatever it is that is brewing up inside of me.
The way I feel right now, I could just about... let's just say it's not a fun option. I'm bored.I was told one way of crushing boredom (and saving on Shrink BILLS) is to blog. So here I am. Read on at your peril.
If I had my way today, a number of people would be gone. Without a trace. Today is name-taking, anger-resolving, chocolate-binging day for me and before you even think it... there you go, you thought it! I AM NOT PMSing. Hee hee. Beat you to the punch. ANYWAY, before I digressed I was ranting about taking names.Now, if you know that for any reason you made me angry in the last 365 or so days, you have henceforth been warned: I HAVE RETURNED!!!
I told you this is good for those of us who abhor the mention of psychiatric evaluation which, let's face it, we all need at one or more points in life. I'm going to leave anger management classes alone and just blog it all.
Of course we are not the people we thought we would be. Either we set the bar too high in our naivety or the world has corrupted us. Or maybe we had it all underneath waiting to be scratched.
So here we are. Thwarted dreams. Beautiful surprises. Broken Promises. Unveiled talents. Poor judgement and down right stupidity. New opportunities. New friends: seasonal and permanent. New chapters. New stories.
good morning ... on the longest day ever. i woke up at around 4:00am, which is not uncommon, but instead of milling around and then going back to sleep, i spent the morning defending my life and my (guest)home against the biggest bugs i've ever seen. i don't know know where they came from but i'm sure they were baby pterodactyls. or small airplanes. whether it was all that running and jumping or the fumes from the israeli bug spray, i was unable to take my wake-up nap. and, being the witter that i am, i was pretty much packed and ready to go like two days ago. so today i'm just waiting until we head to the airport.
how people land up here that is....
I've never really gone into the Feedjit stats on my blog before but lately I have and I have to say....some people are WIERD man!!!!
The latest google search that directed here was "google look for my girlfriend uganda ladies in africa". ????!!!??? Eh???? I wonder what the searcher was hoping to find? A long lost friend? A Ugandan girlfriend? Another search was "why do pigs have big ears" - guess where that directed the searcher to.
I also get a LOT of hits from Google from searches on "Malan family" - maybe I should put up a link to the Huguenot website? Here it is..... http://www.museum.co.za/genealogy.html
My post about NGO's gets a lot of hits from searches relating to NGO's / Africa / Uganda etc which is hardly surprising I guess.
i totally love this song. when you can get to listen to it. KJ-52 - Revenge Of The NerdsArtist: KJ-52 lyricsAlbum: CollaborationsYear: 2002 Revenge Of The Nerds :(feat. Pigeon John)Kj In The Place To Be And Pigeon John Is The Boy You'll Need To SeeFive Two Is A Truth You See And Pj Got The Hands Up Instantly.Would You Please Would You Dance With MeAnd Darlin Would You Please Take A Chance With Me.I See You Over There With The Jocks
I have had this long struggle between me and the women in my life. Mostly exes. And while I have ended up walking away from some, I have been wracked by the plight of a loving woman who has to let a man go in order to preserve her dignity, self respect and her female pride. The waning stature of men, the rise of a new generation of women, and hopefully the co-existence of both. I want to say here and now that this is perhaps my most inspired poem to date. Written and submitted to the Lantern Society of Poets. For people who inspire me like, Sexkitten; and Queen, who brings so much joy into my literary life. You are Strong Women.
On the count of abandoning my home town of Blogville for the last couple of weeks I plead guilty as charged.I have only one word to explain my disappearance and that's WORK.Question: Why wasn't I born a rich heir who didn't have to work for food? or better still why doesn't somebody put me in charge of a donor funded government programme on development, I'd get fat off the dollars while I let the poor villagers for whom the money is intended to drop further down the food chain.As I write I am nursing a humongous hangover the effects of last nights happening are still being felt and apart from the ringing in my ears I have failed to get rid of the bitter taste in my mouth.
In my country Uganda, a Swedish based singer and musician named Maddox sang a smash hit about how he had tired of the urban and city girls. He was going back to the country, in the village, to marry a bride who was homegrown. The instrumental on that song was jazzy and had snazzy snare, and we loved it!! He claimed he wanted a country bride because:She will farm the land and grow fresh food for him.She will not cause him pain.She will love him for him.She will not want his money.She will defer to him.This weekend, that's song struck me and stayed in my head. And I, with my addictive personality hummed the living juice out of the damn tune! But at some point I thought about this song and I said to myself "what the fridge am I singing? I don't want a village bride!!!" I spent a significant amount o critical development years in the village and I KNOW better than most people what that means.
DESPERATE DREAMS AT NOONIt was noon, the sun was extra bright and bitingly hot that which makes a European turn pink, the wind was strong like it could lift a crawling baby. Seated next to me was my eldest brother Richard, on my right was my mother freshly widowed and opposite where I sat was Moses a brother I followed not only in birth but most of the ways of growing adolescent boys. Rays of sun light passed through gaps of the main door to the sitting room with clear images of an aging door. Then there was this puzzling silence that was reminiscent of our last family meeting after burying my Dad only for the hissing beans being fried some distance away by my eldest Sister and the aroma of the dreadful K20 beans I have eaten for a good part of my life. I could tell because a mourner had offered a sack of it during burial to support the struggling family in grieve after burial.
The factsThat Pr. Sempa took Redpepper to court advocating for court to ban publication of said newspaper citing pornographic content that entices people into crime and immorality when they read it.That Pr. Sempa had two kids out of wedlock before he married his current wifeThat Redpepper is an awesome newspaper which I read from cover to cover every day.Here below are the court proceedingsRed Pepper Lawyers: Mr. Sempa, can you honestly say that when you read the Redpepper your morals are degenerated and in fact you are enticed into wrongdoing?
Listening to eatv after midnight does nothing to lighten a thunderous mood, especially with a random bongo duet.'i love you, ah ah, i love you... Swahili saying the same, i love you. ah ah, for the rest of my life'why hasn't anyone shot me yet!HEY! the remote, the remote, oh there it is. isn't silence beautiful,everything is so much clearer in total silence.or more morbidPs: what? now why would you think the title had anything to do with what i'm saying?
Listening to eatv after midnight does nothing to lighten a thunderous mood, especially with a random bongo duet.'i love you, ah ah, i love you... Swahili saying the same, i love you. ah ah, for the rest of my life'why hasn't anyone shot me yet!HEY! the remote, the remote, oh there it is. isn't silence beautiful,everything is so much clearer in total silence.or more morbidPs: what? now why would you think the title had anything to do with what i'm saying?
Go bleep on someone else's bleeping day!One bloody day at a time.PS: Ever wish you could go to bed and wake up the next morning as someone else. Preferably stinking rich, never having to work another day in your life, with a private getaway secluded on an island with a private beach and a library full of all your favorite authors?If not, has delaying the time you go to bed, ever delayed how soon the morning came?PPS: I can't hear you.
Go bleep on someone else's bleeping day!One bloody day at a time.PS: Ever wish you could go to bed and wake up the next morning as someone else. Preferably stinking rich, never having to work another day in your life, with a private getaway secluded on an island with a private beach and a library full of all your favorite authors?If not, has delaying the time you go to bed, ever delayed how soon the morning came?PPS: I can't hear you.
Every time I get dangerously idle I think! About a lot of things. 94% percent of them are never constructive but I still think! I love to think. But one thing I always think about keeps playing so often in my mind with the same frequency as the memory of my first kiss. Those little things we ignore not because they are abundant around us but those things we don't think about just because we know we can never have them.....now think with me what the world would be if; There were prizes under the liners of beer bottles...like it is with soda bottles?These beer guys are mean.....really mean! I've taken soft drinks for many years, and didn't stop even when they were blamed for a severe allergic reaction I had one time. I still haven't won a random prize for all my loyalty and i don't blame them because maybe it all boils down to ill luck. But what if beers were to buck the trend and offer prizes under their liners? Do guys really need that kind of excuse to drink. Girls do!
The notorious American-European explorer Henry Morton Stanley took a very creative approach to his work. He used to traverse the African interior of the late 1860s accompanied by hundreds of porters carrying his luggage. Among the items was a set of large electric batteries which at the time represented the height of European electronic technology.
When meeting with African chiefs in Congo, he would have the batteries placed on the ground behind him, and run wires from them under the back of his jacket and down the sleeve of his right arm where they would terminate in his palm.
As each chief approached and shook Stanley’s hand, they would receive a mild electric shock. He had another kakodyo (“little trick”), of holding spent bullets in his hand while he got one of his white companions to fire a pistol loaded with blanks at him. He would then slowly bend down and pretend to pick the spent bullets from the ground, and display them to the assembled crowd.
I cannot imagine life without the internet....generally, if I want to know something, I want to know NOW!! I don't want to have to wait until Monday morning when the library is open and spend three hours trying to find the right reference book. Don't get me wrong - libraries are great. There's nothing nicer than curling up in bed with a good book, a bar of chocolate and a cup of tea. It's just not the same curling up in bed with your laptop - I know, I've tried....LOL!!!
On another note....another story about "the sponge" as I'm starting to call him - today he counted to five in SPANISH!!!! Maybe I should cut down on the amount of Dora the Explorer and Go, Diego, Go dvd's he watches huh?
NO i will NOT get you a girl like me because i do not know any and if i did she would not want you.NO it will NOT break my heart if you ask Jane out because i have said no to you.NO i will NOT pick up after you...i am not your girlfriend or your wife..get off your backside and do your own dishesNO i will NOT pick up the check after you, Its you who asked me out to dinner.NO i will NOT pay for you fuel or bus fare. By the time you can afford to get where i am you should be able to afford to move around.NO i will NOT come cook for you everytime you have your mates around, i am not your wife, they are your boys not mine sort them out yourself.NO i will NOT compromise to watch what you prefer just because you do not feel what i like.NO i will NOT cheat on my baby even if it will stay between the two of us. NO i will NOT tell you my dreams if you think you are better than me.
Blame it on the Goose (goose) Got you feeling loose (loose) Blame it on Petron ('tron) Got you in the zone (zone) Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-alcoholI entirely blame last night's events on the alcohol(because even the goose is an alcohol; Grey goose Vodka)
does it ever seem impossible foryou to re-inspire your man's passion and devotionagain after a difficult period in yourrelationship?If you're like some of the women I've helped andyou don't exactly know how to quickly "reconnect"and inspire the man you're with-Then it's almost as though the harder you try atmaking your relationship work, the more your guyseems to tune out, act lazy, and stop listening.The worst of this is made clear when your manstops initiating affection, physical contact andsex altogether.This is when you know there's trouble.If you've ever been in a place like this where youfeel like you've tried everything to get yourrelationship back on track- but your man doesn'tseem to help or care...I want you to know that there is a way to quicklyget your relationship back on track.There's a way to have your man excited to spendtime alone with you, excited to take you out andexperience the world with you, and excited just totouch you and be next to you.And there's also a way t
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Hear I am again,imperfect and flawed,made crippled and lame,by the things I adored.I'm feeling the heatits not been a breezeand i have to admitlife's got me on my kneesI look left and rightturn from side to sidethere's no one in sightnone to confideand i wish i could sayi came to you firstbegan to praychosen you erstBut I gave in to pride,thought I could get on alone.but I wept and criedcan't do it on my own.Hear I am again,imperfect and flawed,made crippled and lame,
If you've ever wondered why yourrelationship seems to get "stuck" with a man onceyou get to a certain level of connection andintimacy... so the relationship either stalls orstarts to fall apart...Then you need to read about my "From CasualTo Committed" program.Learn what specifically keeps a man from movingforward to a deeper commitment with a womanand why certain "fears" come up - and exactlyhow to keep these fears from taking overyour relationship.We're going to try something a little differentin today's newsletter. If you read this email andanswer just one simple question below, you willlearn how to improve your relationship with a manIMMEDIATELY. Here goes... Ever notice how a man will "court" you, pursueyou, and do all kinds of amazing and romanticthings to win your heart as you're getting toknow each other...
Somewhere in the Bible, there’s a verse that says one of the most puzzling things in the world is how a man and a woman fall in love. How many times have you heard the incredulous question “what on earth did he see in her?”
But I saw it this week on the ride I’d hitched to Entebbe. (Aside: More travellers are abandoning the park or, in the words of Moses Isegawa, the ‘bowl’ where most of the city’s taxis or minibuses converge before they extract blood and money from the hapless passengers. Lately, some rich men have realized that the buses cannot be held at bay any longer and they’ve started a war on the taxis. Right now, on Entebbe Road, there are five buses and there are others on other roads. More people are waiting for the buses where they pay just Shs1000. This is a big break from the headache of the taxis which charged Shs2500 to the last stage in Kitooro. Reportedly, the taxis have revised their fares and it’s now Shs2000 but that’s not good enough).
the madness.
My Baybay,
I miss you when I watch E!
I miss you now that I am watching American Idols!
I miss you especially when I watch E! news.
They have been showing the EPK of that new movie oba confessions of a shopaholic. Just the EPK is making me miss you. Cos I think the movie is about you.
I feel silly being a “woo girl” without you.
It was last Friday night at a cafe in Marseilles when American and French culture collided.Scott and I had just arrived from Lyon and, after a big meal of mussels, french fries, seafood salad, and spaghetti, he desperately wanted to beg off for the evening.Given that I had almost given us both heart failure the night before after our seven course "all parts of the pig" meal in Lyon, I couldn't blame him...plus he was working on some brewing head cold that should have caused me to be more sympathetic...but I wasn't.
Its amazing how one text message can turn you whole day around, not that i was having a bad day actually today was amazing till i got a text at 17:16 from a friend whose on holiday in the best place on the planet-Uganda ofcourse....
Its amazing how one text message can turn you whole day around, not that i was having a bad day actually today was amazing till i got a text at 17:16 from a friend whose on holiday in the best place on the planet-Uganda ofcourse....
So, it's Thursday afternoon and I'm ashamed of myself. I'm hanging my head in shame. I missed a day in my diary! Ah well, on to happier things. :-)Yesterday, when I walked into the office everyone's jaw dropped. I wore a dress mind you that was just an inch or two above the knees. That's not exactly kimansulo now is it? I don't get people in Uganda, you have to dress decent all the time? Just because my skirts and dresses are longer than the knees doesn't mean I can't be adventurous enough to try a sorta mini? Ok fine, fine, so it was riding up with every step I took and it was kinda form-fitting (tight to be exact) but still, it wasn't indecent. Am I protesting far too much? Sigh. I give up. I mansula'd yesterday and then I got so busy that I couldn't even open a blog to read. Imagine I didn't get to get up and walk around the office to show off like I'd planned. To make matters worse, I'd come in late and walked in on a staff meeting talking about, you guessed it, late-coming.
I don’t know anything about Michael Jackson and so wouldn’t want to judge him. If I had a cup of tea and thus a conversation with him i would know what to do.I even had my doubts about those child molestation claims, and I love that song Billie jean and the thriller video.I admit I like his music and will definitely get myself his upcoming albumAnd I don’t want to say anything about raising kids... coz i have never raised one.but then that pic!
<-- Christine is the board member of UNAD as the women' representative and the chairperson of the Deaf Women's Association which will be registered soon.
I was born in a remote district in Uganda about 138 km from Kampala the capital of Uganda where the stable food is green banana commonly know as “Matooke” and coffee as a cash crop.
When the truck hit,he didn't know that then,his shoes would be removed,by the paramedics,who would see his big toes peep,right through his designer sock holes,and then when they saw the inside patch,covering the hole of his immaculate M&S suit,he didnt know;that they would snigger as they injected him,that they would giggle as they strapped him in.Mr cool whitewashed and his nexxt tie,was a lie to the world as hidden as the truth,of the red stain on the inside of his shirt,or that his hand made swiss watch,turned out to be a Rollex.D E Wasake26 March 2009
I also get a LOT of hits from Google from searches on "Malan family" - maybe I should put up a link to the Huguenot website? Here it is..... 
