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Hey all posted on March 18, 2011 - 11:04am
Its March, can you imagine!? It's March and i have not posted anything since November last year! Truth is, i have been on the move a lot. My work has been taking me to many places. Some of which have left me humbled, made me look deep inside myself, heightened my sense of self-appreciation for all that's around me. The year has been good so far, as we all do every year - set 'resolutions' start it all up with gusto, but as these things tend to go, steam tends to bate as the year wears on, but sure say can i, check, check, check... and my pen hovers over the next on the list... swim while you still have strength, they say. I am growing up. I write this with a feeling of bittersweetness. The feeling in itself floods me with contentment, but then leaves an after-taste of rebillion. A pull that is sure to make me wear my pants as i would at 19 a.k.a saggers gone wild."Snap out of it" i scold myself as i pull them up sharply.
Travel posted on November 25, 2010 - 7:00pm
So! 'Go for it Skz!' my mind says to me. I do travel a bit, but when i do, i don't get the 'stomach' to chronicle my trips. Pity indeed-for my mind says "Skz, you are letting yourself down quite some'But you know when the lid is blown off, when you are feeling liberated enough, liberated from your paranoia, your fear, you blow the lid off! Wanted to do an East-Africa, and from this, i wanted to observe, from a critical perspective, what makes East Africa tick. Nairobi: The beautiful hotels in Nairobi. The witty yet terrifyingly carnal shop maid on Thika road, hands over the tube of Colgate with a knowing smile, a shameless look that says it all. The beautiful hotel called Safari park, old, full of character, (there used to be animals milling with the people back then, when it was built) with a buffet so full of high protein it would make Dr. Atkins proud.
Our expectations posted on October 12, 2010 - 9:24am
When we meet new people. Yes! We have made many mistakes from relationships past (or many mistakes have been made to us) We have learned, we have grown, we have ran the gauntlet of guilt, remorse, pain, and we have come out the other side smelling shit. And now here we are, revving, raring to go - on to the next one, BUT WAIT!!Our past follies and mistakes have made us tough, our hides are tough, cynical and tentative.We scowl hard, we examine and counter examine, we dip a finger, we decide its tepid, and we pull out, we dip a toe, then we take a reluctant plunge. When they say "i love you", we answer "and i like you too."We lock all our doors, we lock them in, we hide the key under our pillows, we do not want to get robbed again, of our dignity, our grace.
Jetpack! posted on October 4, 2010 - 9:38am
I like the end of this story... Please check it out! "It does seem like gravity, that cruel and fickle mistress that has been keeping us down for years, might finally get its comeuppance as we break free of our earthly restraints and finally take to the skies." Martin Aircraft Company in New-Zealand has made the first 'jet-pack' A strap-on sort of vehicle that allows you to take to the skies, at 63mph max. It will soon be commercially available to the very-rich, but wait till we get a chinese, or Japanese version, then i will surely fly!
What we write posted on September 28, 2010 - 4:00pm
It takes tenacity, determination and complete focus to put word on paper. It becomes even harder if you don't want to focus on world issues (world peace, going green, the Japan vs china tiff) You also don't want to focus on your own life as a person, it feels like you are opening your life's door to criticism and ridicule, however stellar a life you have led, exemplary in-fact. It is human nature. Someone will see the tack in your eye - and pick it! And so you write about wayward issues, about the completely rude taxi tout your friend told you about, or perhaps, about the pump attendant who wanted to rob you silly, thinking you were still in a state of doze, (given it's morning) but the way you jumped out of the car and shrieked at him when you realized you were being robbed surprised not only you, but the attendant as well, and so you blog...
Facebook = Shallow posted on September 22, 2010 - 11:22am
It's addictive. It's catching, it's wrong.It makes you wanna log on in the middle of the night, just to see what is going on. That is Face book, ladies and gentlemen.There is something exhibitionist about it, makes one pour out their day for everyone to know, maybe to chide a counter parry, match and counter-match. Who happens more, Who is having more fun? There are these two young'uns who live on Facebook. One goes "I am at Mr Price at Nakumatt, this shirt looks stunning"the other goes "Nakumatt, Mr. Price, i love, love, the clothes"Needless to say, had you been tasked with profiling them, you would gather information right up to when they fart, exact time. The exhibitionism that face book encourages is shameless. It makes you wonder if we actually live private lives, or if, at all, we want to live private lives.
Inebriated Pork guy! posted on August 5, 2010 - 4:31pm
Last evening, i was feeling good about myself so i decided to treat myself in part because i was feeling good, and in part because i had spent the day with someone who feels good about themselves.Guilty pleasures they are called. I went to this pork guy. He sells raw pork - those who know about pork places you will reckon, they are small slithery places where the pork guys slither in and out of their rank pigpens. They (the pork places) do not stand out like the beef places, in the open, street corners, white tiles in the background and smiling butchers gently waving fly-swatters while shrewdly bargaining pricewise with meat lovers.The pork places are usually in the backwater quarters of townships. Behind the main street of third-rate town centers. The pork man(is that what they call them?) wont be inside like you expect him to be-tending to his hulk of meat. He will be outside easily bantering with listless looking fellows at the side playing 'omweso' a local game.
Yes, it's true. We love our alcohol, but we cannot eat our cake and have it too, in other words we cannot imbibe all that alcohol and keep our waistlines... Oh! read this well written elle magazine article about the same...
Thoughts to words posted on June 21, 2010 - 1:32pm
Or can I say, thought convalescence to words… that point, that silent point, your mind *ting* the clarity, the openness, the reality of it all. I’m talking about those intermittent days, when you decide to come home early on a Friday night, and out of boredom, climb into bed early, say half 8.Well, you rarely sleep before midnight (talking about those over-active brains that think, think, think) you reckon you can trick the brain, ‘let me close my eyes, let me think of a calm sea, let me close my eyes and smile, stay still, and sleep will come eventually’ And so you sleep, or so you think… 11.30pm – you wake up, or rather, your mind wakes up. The house is silent, your mind is not.
Neighborhood Fight!!!! posted on June 4, 2010 - 12:50pm
Folks, i write this after having gone through a state of utter bewilderment! I WAS NOT THERE, regrettably so, as i missed an epic Youtube moment, but i got this sizzling news a few days later. However, this didn't kill the "zing" though i had to settle as a news recepient of this very true story that happened in my neighborhood a few days ago. I will tell the story as best as i can, and in my amateur writer style, will give you guys a visual of what went down. Olwatuuka..... My two neighbors, the first neighbor, mama Carol, and the second neighbor, Linda came to physical combat last week!I was told that trade in the fittingly called 'trading center' of my Namugongo neighborhood stopped with hordes of people thronging, bee-lining towards my 'kisakaati' Fenced-off bunch of houses.