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Her Miracle Never Came

She dragged herself out of bed, wondering if today would be the same.

Dragging her feet she made her way to the mirror.

There is was staring at her, ‘What did you expect?’ She chided herself.

Today was supposed to be different, she had wanted it to be different, she had prayed and willed it to be different. Instead nothing had changed. As she felt her way round in the darkness that had become her world, she reached for the sink and started her daily routine.

The rest of the day was a blur, but she was used to that. Living her life on the sidelines, letting everyone else take control and move for here – No wonder she never liked playing chess. She kept hearing gorgeous and beautiful wherever she passed, but she just let it slide. She didn’t care anymore – her miracle never came that morning.

It was all she could do to keep from letting the mascara run amok down her, she sighed and took a step toward the rest of her life. The sun was on her now, she dazzled them with her signature smile and walked on.

Still the voice couldn’t be quiet, half way through the day – it screamed: “I WANNA SEE IT ALL MYSELF!!” – She excused herself and in the privacy privacy of the bathroom, she reached out and lightly touched the mirror.

Her reflection stared sightlessly back at her, mascara staining her white gown.

The Schools of Old

Awe man!! Doesn’t it just bring a smile to you face. Remembering ‘em days…..(sigh)

Can anyone ever explain why primary school experiences are such a timeless treasure.

Who remembers leaving school so excited about a soap/series that was showing on t.v. only to go to school the next day and regale each other in such excited voices about the episode you watched the previous night.

The days when we lived for, UTV and CTV: What was CTV in full? Cable television? Or Cablesat Television? The days when Pingu, Kissyfur, Punkybrewster and i think Telspin were the things that rocked television!!!

The days when the old school giants were Nakasero, Buganda Road, Kitante. When those giants had foolish and pointless wrangles and wars between them. Back when the only schools in Kampala used to be Nakasero, Buganda Road, Kitante, Bat Valley and Shimoni ‘Demonstration’ School (Moment of silence please… )

The days when, kiboko aka caining was corporal punishment but what the heck! They still ‘walloped’ us like no problem. The times when you knew talking in class would get you in trouble, so you kept quiet, but your neighbor in class was born mouth first. So even if you kept quiet, the teacher still came in to give all of you some ‘Medicine’, so what the heck….You know the saying – If you can’t beat them, join them.

The times when teachers were incredibly creative when it came to punishments. I remember one day, one of the teachers walked into a very noisy class that was immediately shushed. He walked to the Black board, picked up a piece of chalk and then drew a cartoon on the black board then said; “take this position”. The cartoon had it’s back bent and its head on the desk with its arms at a 45 degree angle to its back! So we did, for may be 30 or 20 minutes. Then it was Kiboko time – This particular teacher was talented, his art was caining the point where the back meets the bottom.

The days when joining the music, french or drama club was for geeks only. The days when the social upstanding ones were in one class and walked in clicks. The days when 50 Shillings could buy you a ’sombusa’. The days when the school library was so dusty you could inscribe you’re name in the dust every where. 

The days when a certain section of the school was haunted. Ghosts in the loos, hanging from trees – The more creative the mind, the more interesting the story. The days when we used to sing:

We young weeemen and Men of Uganda,

Are marching along,

The path of educayation,

Singing and Dancing ,

With joy together,

Uniting foor a better Uganda.

* That is actually how we loudly recited it

 The days when going to P.E. was such a punishment!! The only part of P.E. were the songs we chanted on the way to the field and when every were victorious. Songs like: ‘Yongezomuliro’ , Songs we made up to taunt fellow clubs.

The days when we had only four subjects and yet still carried seriously heavy bags. The days when the back of the P.6 block was where we lined up for food. Those lines……It almost felt like an EM pulse was sent trough the line. You had to have stamina to withstand. The day when a certain tree in the compound was the only one the seemed to have very many holes in the ground surrounding it. The days when boys felt it their civic responsiblity to go home one button or shoe less.

The days when you heard that there was a sick bay in school but never knew where it was. The days when walking home was the in thing, if your parents came to pick you, it felt like you mist out. The days when we carried 2 toilet papers and 1 broom. Now i wonder, I never used that toilet paper. The days when captain Majid bags rocked, and Freedom bags were the in thing.

The days when landlines rocked and voicemail (Answering machine) was not a problem. The days when we used to call mobile phones, were unheard of… When the coming of DSTV was a dream and strictly for the rich. The days when prank phone calls were the order of the holiday. When saturday classes were and excuse for you to meet.

The days when you could care less about the economy, fuel prices, or even the president of the US.

Man….Those were the days.

Boogers, Fingernails and Neil.

Those little things that we do when no one is watching always catch up with us. 

Once upon a time i had this experience, that I just have to share.

My home just happens to be near the stage, so as soon as i leave the gate I get a taxi (Most of the times).

So on this bright sunny afternoon, i find one waiting for me. I smiled to the heavens saying, the Lord sure does love me. On my way to the taxi door, I happen to see a man in the bush below the road, I averted my eyes to the other direction, (the courteous thing to do) and hoped in. As luck would have it, I got a window seat, guess which direction the window was facing. Yup, thats right! It was directly opposite the guy, doing his thing. A few seconds later, I watch him saunter toward us jump into the taxi and close the door. Yes, thats right, ‘Mr. am marking my territory’ was none other than the taxi conductor. Oh, the scenarios that run through my head…In that instance i grabbed my purse and started looking for the exact fare. No way i was getting change from that guy. From that day i on, i try to have the exact taxi fare.

Another instance, when the guy sitting next you decides, ‘Man I own this taxi, am gon sit how I want’. Then the Son of Adam proceeds at slouch and spread his legs without a care! Then he looks at you with a gleam in his eye, daring you to do something about it.

How about the dude who sits near the window and keeps launching rockets to the moon. This Neil Armstrong wanna be apparently insists on keeping the window shut as he releases his bacteria into the taxi.

Or the guy who reaches for his wallet that happens to be on your hip. I mean come on!!! You know, he keeps looking for it, before long his elbow has missed your breast by half an inch. In your mind you’re going ‘LOOORRD if i had a gun, this perv would be dead!!’

I’m not sure if it would be safe to say this is Ugandan culture, so i’ll let you decide. You ever walked into an office and the person talking to you has a finger in his/her ear, then a vigorous up and down motion follows. Or instead of their finger they use the new pen cover of the pen you just lent them. After he looks at the content and removes it with his fingers. He rubs them together and then continues the conversation.

Or The Booger Killer. After he has got it in his fingernail he uses his other fingernail to flick it away. All you do is pray he doesn’t flick it your way.

Or to the intellectual ones. The ones who wear glasses. There is just this funny feeling that you have something in your eye and your tissue/hankie is miles away. So what the heck, you uses there device nearest to you: your finger rub it between your fingers and its done. (Sigh, may be its Ugandan Culture after all)

Or to the Ladies with the 4-Month old braids: You know, those really itchy ones. So there you were, giving yourself the much needed relief. In your bliss, your fingernails are picking it all up. The 4 months of sun, dust, oil growth products, rain are all mixed up on your scalp. Then as she looks out the taxi window, she folds up her money so she can have a sharp corner, and starts to clean her finger nails.

Makes one feel ‘icky’ all over doesn’t it? 

Well that isn’t even the half of it. I’ve been told long long long ago, back when culture was such a huge thing, if some one spat at you it was an offense. Today, if you walk the streets of Kampala and don’t come across spittle, count yourself really blessed. Anyway, some may choose spittle any day compared to happening upon mucus. It’s amazing how creative people can be. Guy just stands by the side of the road and the next thing makes you miss lunch.

What have we come to?!

I’ll let you decide.

Déjà vu’s & Forgotten Dreams

I heard her calling my name from from far off so i turned to him and smiled, ‘Give me a sec.’ Then when i got back, Poof!! They were gone!!!! I looked evrey where and there wasn’t a sign of them… They had disappeared and he had taken my heart with him. Darn it…. Here I go again!!! I sat on my bed in all misery. Then thats when it happened, my eyes opened and a sigh escaped my lips. I reached out for the covers and pulled them over my head, frustrated with my elusive dream date. My alarm clock then chose to mock me by ringing soon as i turned it off, my phone went off. “Goodness,” I thought to my self.”Will no one let me run back to Dreamsville and claim my Adonis.” Reluctantly i heeded to the call of those annoyingly happy birds at my window, I raised my fist to them, grabbed my towel and stormed off to the bathroom.

Thats when it hit me, (Off the topic – the bathroom/toilet are very powerful places.) maybe a few weeks later i’d have a déjà vu. Grasping a straws i know, but just indulge me. Haven’t you had a déjà vu before? I believe they are long forgotten dreams. :p Plus I know am right despite what wiki says or what ever type of dictionary you use. 

Let’s take a moment to think about it. There is no way something can happen twice without all participating parties knowing it has happened. Like when you meet someone, the second time you know you have met them before even though you are terrible with names. However with a déjà vu, for those 10 seconds, you are over come with a feeling that you are doing something the second time as well as be able to guess what you will do the next (well for most of us thats how it works)

It has happened to me a number of times. That is why I am hoping that this dream of mine will come to pass. Then when i meet this celeb adonis of mine, I will look back and say, ‘I knew this would happen.’

((Sigh)) Strange, considering I’m already engaged to someone else

Gone Pinky Gone

(Sigh)

This is the end of road…

Due to serious health threats (Strained eyes) and technical complications (Various Server crashes!), I am looking around to for new environmentally friendly themes. 

So this morning I tearfully bid Pinky goodbye and walked toward a new theme. So i’m going to be testing different themes over a period of time…

Monday’s Excursions & Tuesday Blues

Monday has never been my best day of the week, that is only because i think in the original scheme of things Monday was part of the weekend but because ‘em employers were looking for a way for us to put in more hours they just had to cut our weekend short… It a Conspiracy it tell you!!!!

Any way, World AIDS Day Monday was a bit different, I attended the No Excuses Dance off at KPC and it totally rock. Man those kids rocked. The whole thing was to get different dance teams to come and dance it out in a competiton and as the show was going on the MC’s would tell the audience (which was in the age bracket of 15-25 mainly) about the new HIV stats, about the stigma, and also about taking a stand.

I didn’t stay for the whole show (another story altogether), but I was around for the first part. In the first part the 2 groups would get bounced: they would be judged on synchrony, creativity, costume, and crowd reaction. The curtain raisers were Kid Power from one of the Watoto villages… They danced to that song that was the last on in Honey (:-) Sorry don’t know the title) To say the least they had our vote till we learnt that they are not part of the competition.

My next highlight was Sword, a group that hailed from KPC at North, Jeez !!! Number one they came on stage with Orange Pumpkin looking masks, Black outfits and gloves. Yah I know a bit creepy! They must have danced for 2 minutes tops and then they walked off stage, leaving the rest of us gaping and saying we want more!!!!! Yup and they got the most applause. Am not yet sure who won the competition but I will be informing you as soon as i find out.

So it’s Tuesday morning and i’ve got the remnant of a migraine roaming around in the left half of my head. I have 3 meetings today, am trying to decide which I should chop and which should have priority. My body feels like that of the Princess in the Princess and the Pea, I’m in desperate need of a massage and i keep getting the same message from MTN 4 times!!

i feel like just stealing away in a corner, reading my Tracie Peterson, ear phones plugged in and shutting out the rest of the world.

Def Tuesday Blues

(continued from Monday’s Ex….)

WE LOST!!!!!

Sword didn’t make it to the finals….

There goes my Tuesday morning

Country Lovers Only!!!

Saturday morning found me in a very happy mood. I woke up smiling and proceeded to smile my way around my room I felt very ‘countrish’….I was in the mood for some really old school country. You know, the kind that makes you reminisce about those good ‘ol days.

I skipped to the CD Rack, didn’t mind the webs and the dust or the mommy spider that was glaring at me for wrecking her home. I felt anticipation go up my spine as I looked at the names: Crystal Gayle, Olivia Newton John, Smokie, Dolly P, Kenny R, Don Williams and the rest. I settled for Smokie and Olivia, I rushed off to the music device and inserted in her CD.

Thats when i heard that song that used to put me to sleep (Don’t ask how I remember it)

In the corner of the bar there stands a jukebox
With the best of country music, old and new
You can hear your five selections for a quarter
And somebody else’s songs when yours are through

I got good Kentucky whiskey on the counter
And my friends around to help me ease the pain
‘Til some button-pushing cowboy plays that love song
And here I am just missing you again

Please, Mr., please, don’t play B-17
It was our song, it was his song, but it’s over
Please, Mr., please, if you know what I mean
I don’t ever wanna hear that song again..

Goose bumps all over!! Now i couldn’t wait to play the Smokie, I opened the CD in all excitement only to find it empty. I wasn’t going to let that sway me. So I piled up the Alan Jackson that I already had and got into my own world.

Thats when I heard the sound of a horn blaring really loud, I remembered, I had an appointment.

My ride was none too amused that I wasn’t ready.

Techn-O-Mania

Since when did we become so dependant on these machines? I just can’t remember the time when we took the turn and decided to rely heavily on this stuff!!

I have been seated waiting for my internet to be turned on but when I inquired I found out that alot had been going on in between. I’ll explain the way I understood it:

There are the parent machines located somewhere in an ice chilled room, those daddy and mummy machine are connected to several machines that power them up (Power & I Machines). These D&M’s supply the internet thourgh various switches which in tern relay the signal to other swithes which relay the signal to my swithes which also relay the signal to my machine.

The following took place between 5:30am and 6:30am

Power Machine experiences surge, cannot contain energy, Power Machine Blows. I Machines activate and replace the Power Machines. I Machines because they weren’t fully charged, stop about 50 mins later. D&M’s breathe their last.

The following took place between 6:30am and 7:30am

TRP arrives feeling like she can take on the world. Singing a tune to herself, powers up her machine walks to the cupboard pours herself some nice munchables and walks back to her desk. Distracted she gazes at her machine, her mind on what she is going to tell the blog world that morning, only to notice its all grey.

All thats going through her head is, not again: not again: not again. She checks out her swtiches and not a problem is found. She lets out an exasperated sigh, turns up her music and drowns herself into her Tracie Peterson until Mr. H.E.L.P comes along.

The following took place between 7:30am and 2:30pm
TRP’s brain enters the Chill Mode….

The following took place between 2:30pm and 3:30pm
TRP starts recieving emails, net’s back up.

Let the Work day commence…

Transformers & Fries

Caution to all the ladies, it would be in your best interest not to watch machine-filled movies with boys!

You remember the time when everyone was raving about ‘Transformers’? Well I was among those people, I was just filled with so much awe… The cartoon had suddenly come alive and I was enjoying every minute of it. It wasn’t until last Saturday that I noticed, I had never really finished the whole movie (DK don’t judge me!). I haven’t the slightest idea why I never went beyond a certain part. 

Anyway, so these boys are all very excited about stuff I don’t recall happening in the movie. I normally just hit ctrl+ Right Arrow and I skip all the really loud fighting scenes. Sadly on Saturday I could do no such thing, on minute we were all seated relaxed the next pips are jumping all over the place, others were now sitting at the edge of their seats, things like ,”GWE GUY!!!! DID YOU SEE THAT!!!!!!!!” “AYA YA YA!!!” “AAAAAHHHHHHH”  ”Bambi, We repeat ko. Just that part.” Quite interesting wouldn’t you say?

I was also taught something new, “Never Leave fries on the plate” So here is the reason behind this statement. Apparently because of the shape of the fries they can be packed into the stomached properly. It’s not even necessary to chew them just swallow so that the land like ‘Tetris’ blocks!

Sword Doing their thing on 1st December

 

Sword Doing their thing

Watch this space!!

We shall take over in ‘09

Pass-Times?!

“I love reading and….” that was always what I wrote when I encountered the questions, ‘What are your hobbies?’ Or ‘What do you enjoy doing in your spare time?’ – This was all before I started buying novels for myself. Some months ago I landed on this treasure bookshop that I had always known was there but never really went to check it out. So on this chance visit of mine, like any other self-respecting female I was drawn to the Francine Rivers Section. That month I emptied my pocket there. Took me 2 weeks to read those books. Next month I went back and found Francine was sold out so I went for Karen Kingsbury and Max Lucado books. They were 4 books: 3 Karen and 1 Max. 2 Weeks later I was back, for the next book – you see unsuspectingly I had landed on a series and i couldn’t wait to read the next book!! Needless to say, I could see my banker was frowning at me from way off.
So this month i have rediscovered an old love. Knitting!!! Some may laugh but it is a really perplexing exercise. At first, I thought I could do it all on my own, boy was I in for a ride!!! I redid it 4 times before conceding defeat and calling up an expert.
So the next day I sit at her feet and carefully watch her every move. That evening I went back home thoroughly excited!!!!
I tried out what I saw K Guru do, but alas, it wasn’t working!!
After 2 hours of trying I finally got the knack of it.
Now I knit will humming songs from my latest fav: Brooklyn Tabernacle’s album I’m Amazed. Songs like I bless your name, Gloria and Thou, Oh Lord.
I just can’t wait to see the end product.
Here is a glimpse of my masterpiece in the making.

 

The Page's Creation

 

Sooo Much To Go

Dumps

Monday mornings…It’s 6:50 am and I’m in the office feeling like I was cheated out of a long weekend. Why can’t every monday be idd? Anyway, atleast am consoling myself by listening to my fav playlist, Cinderella is playing now. I had no idea how many pips loved this song until yesterday.

Friday morning I was so sure that I was going to have a fully rested weekend, but as you might already know that never happened. Friday night (I have resolved to turn off my cellular device on Fri Nights), I got a call saying I had to be at an exhibition the next day. Some really big company had invited us (Some friends and I), I agreed to go after some persuasion. People I tell you if your conscience tells you something listen! I got there at 9:30 am.. Setup ended at 3:30 p.m. Never have I been so thoroughly amused in my life… So someone once called me a ‘geek’ – Don’t really mind, coz that just means i have a higher I.Q than most… So here I was sitting with my laptop and my software product amidst painters and rappers… (lol, some have guessed where I was)… I just couldn’t believe my eyes!! On one side we had graffiti competitors and on the other we had T.I and Fab look alike… I should have taken the hint, but I stayed on till my assigned time ended then packed up and left. I rewarded myself by buying two pairs of gorgeous earrings…

Sunday found me at the Power FM (104.1) Love bash at Papaya Gardens… Now that was F.U.N. The MC’s of the day were some of the presenters, the likes of Enoch, Becky, Salongo and Kenneth Kimuli (a.k.a Pablo). Pablo has got to be the funniest guy around town. He just has to open his mouth and people start laughing… Ludicrous but truth… He has his version of Cinderella that he sings to himself, you have to hear it to believe it… Then of course there were our fav stars like H.O.P, Exodus, Soul 5, Seal Club and others. We had Face painters, popcorn and a lot of muchomo…But all that came to an end then real life began.

Am looking out the window and it would seem the sun is flexing with the clouds… Another grey day… Just the way I like it…

The Tale Of The Sealed Hole

Testimony Time…

The time was 2:30 a.m. I woke with a start for no apperent reason. i wasn’t having a nightmare, it wasn’t that cold and there were no mosiquitos buzzing all over the place. Then I ran my fingers over my ear, thats when i knew why i had woken up. Panic loaded my system and all of a sudden i was fully awake!! My ear ring was missing!!

I quickly jumped out of bed and began running my fingers over the bedding franticlly searching for it. I gave up doing it in the dark and turned the light on. i hit the pillows flipped them over a couple of times but there wasn’t a sign of that little thing. By this time my mind had began calling me all sorts of names. You see, i had removed the stoppers on Sunday night. Why? Because they were too tight and had taken me an hour to remove in the first place. yeah i know, it was thourghly a stupid move.

Anyway when it was apparent that they were not in or under my bed, i decided to use my WAPI ones. I reached for them, my mind still berating me, as i put the hook to my ear i got a mirror to guide me. First attempt, Second attempt, Third attempt…. I just couldn’t believe it… There was no hole, the thing had sealed in 6 hours and 30 minutes. My face began contorting!! If it had been day, i would have screamed to let out the pent up frustration.

I tried again, my mind racing, questions like what am i going to do? Thats when my eye landed on a gold shiny thing on the table near by. It was a safety pin! It was a bit small but it was my back up option. All this while, i was telling God, please show it to me.. I won’t be this stupid again.. Just open this hole again… When i looked into the mirror it was jus a gu-scar left!!! i began pacing the room… thats when i remember feeling the tip of the whole the previous day and noticing how sharp they were. Thats when i mustered all the courage… I reached for the pin that had survived, put the Wapi on there, and used it on the other ear…

It went right thorough with out a hussle… I thought i would faint… Imediately i put the stopper in place lest it also falls out. I began wondering how i am going to get me another pin. wondering if the ‘mutembeyi’ would cut a deal with me and sell me one …. On my way to the switch, i saw it lying on the floor… I would have jumped up and down but that would have shown it how close to the edge i was… so i calmly picked it up… put it in a lethal dose of spirit and place it back on my ear…Stopper intact….

I couldn’t drift back to sleep after that… too much adrenaline still floating around…

You know how they say that a body can only handle one crisis at a time.. Well after all that is when i started to feel the mosquito bites… The nasty buggers had taken advantage of my confused state and robbed me!!

Don’t you just thank God for answering such small prayers, thankfully i didn’t have to enlist the help of ‘the little gold safetly pin’

….

..I hate me
he hates me
we all hate me …

don’t mind me….am just in a dark forest, eating fruitella’s and drinking water…

am stuck!!!!!!

The creeping plants have a hold on my feet…

they are wasting their strenght though…

I’m not going anywhere..

KPC Annual Christmas Production

Just got back from watching the first Christmas production show for this year.
All I can say is its different from the others, (well to be truthful each year has something different). You have to see it to believe it!!

This year’s production which is called ‘The call of Christmas’, is filled with much more color and dance. The church auditorium it self looks ridiculously awesome!

Gosh, I wish I could post pictures.

Am raving, aren’t i? N’way You are all invited!!!
There will be two shows everyday; 5:30 pm and 7:00pm
Saturday shows are at 1pm and 3pm.
To verify the time: Check out the KPC Website

Hope you enjoy it too…

Hey, Just incase you can’t come here’s a link to the highlights: http://www.kpcministries.org/thecallofchristmas

FireFlight & Britt Nicole!!!

Today, these are my two Fav songs…

Unbreakable – Fireflight

Where are the people that accused me?
The ones who beat me down and bruised me
They hide just out of sight
Can’t face me in the light
They’ll return but I’ll be stronger

God, I want to dream again
Take me where I’ve never been
I want to go there
This time I’m not scared
Now I am unbreakable, it’s unmistakable
No one can touch me
Nothing can stop me
Sometimes it’s hard to just keep going
But faith is moving without knowing
Can I trust what I can’t see
To reach my destiny
I want to take control but I know better

Forget the fear it’s just a crutch
That tries to hold you back
And turn your dreams to dust
All you need to do is just trust

****************************************************

Set The World On Fire – Brit Nicole

I wanna set the world on fire
Until it’s burning bright for You
It’s everything that I desire
Can I be the one You use?

[CHORUS]
I, I am small but
You, You are big enough
I, I am weak but
You, You are strong enough to
Take my dreams
Come and give them wings
Lord with You
Nothing I can not do
Nothing I cannot do

I wanna feed the hungry children
And reach across the farthest land
And tell the broken there is healing
And mercy in the Father’s hands

[CHORUS]

Take my dreams
Come and give them wings
Lord with You
Nothing I cannot do
Nothing I cannot do

My hands my feet
My everything
My life, my love
Lord, use me

I wanna set the world on fire
I wanna set the world on fire, yeah

Take my dreams
Come and give them wings
Lord with You
Nothing I cannot do
Take my dreams
Come and give them wings
Lord with You
There’s nothing I can’t do
Nothing I can’t do

I’m gonna set the world on fire
Set the world on fire

Riddle Me this & Riddle me that

Who can answer this….

1. Who saw the first aquarium? And when did they see it?

TIP:

Think waaaaaaaaay outside the box!!

Box = Wiki, google…

Weekend Escaps

I tell you, shoppping is an over rated experience!!!!

Yesterday i tried it and ended up leaving the super market with a migraine to boot. The fact that i had to try the new tech thing again didn’t help at all. I walked in with a small idea of what i wanted, boy was i in for a huge shocker…not only have the prices hit the roof, there is just no variety. I left feeling miserable and cheated.

Remember my ear drama…. Yeah the 2am one..I just love my ears….Well it was on Wednesday night that i noticed something was different. One was hot..I mean literally the thing heated up…

My mind went into over drive….By mid day the next day, both were steaming!! I talked to doctors, med interns even a Radiologist (I jest not!!).. They all said..You’ll be fine, even God said you’ll be okay quit worrying..

Do you know that feeling that no one really knows what you are going through? That’s what i felt!! Friday found me with red hot ears… My complexion is a mix of greys and patches of brown and black now imagine adding red to that!!! You can’t even think about it, can you?

Cut the long story short, I found out that i had been lied to by a certain madam in a medicine shop!!!! If anyone ever tells you that all spirits are the same, Run like the devil himself is chasing you!!!!

Dents & Llamas

This blog started with my mouth open, shiny stainless steel poking and probing…lying on a dentist’s chair

I just got back form a very early morning appointment!! With the dentist… it wasn’t as bad as i thought it would be.

I decided to walk there while I was walking I decided to count the number of ladies I met on the way to the clinic. It was amazing….4 women: 3 gown ups and 1 4-5 year old girl. As compared to the men who were approx. 20 all walking in packs with skips in the step.

Luckily I got there 15 minutes early, picked up a magazine and idly began to scan the room. Although the place was spotless, the pips all looked like they were lining up to the Jack the Ripper!! Long pale faces, avoiding eye contact, looking every where but the reception (just incase the receptionist said Next)

My Dent’s comes out and spots me, she smiles walks up to me and says, you can come on in. That’s when I noticed, suddenly also looked like I was walking the plank, I certainly couldn’t explain the adrenaline rush… All my blood suddenly made its way to my feet.

After applying the anesthetic, Dents left the room. Suddenly I had a ‘Mr. Bean’ urge. There were all these odd looking things around me… But before I could even try them out the Main Dent arrives and parks his car right outside the window. I convinced myself he couldn’t see me coz the windows looked tinted from inside. Little did I know!! I noticed him bend a little, that’s when I realized he was trying to get a good look at who was in the chair!! Suddenly my finger nails became very interesting!!!

The whole procedure went without incident (Unlike my 4-year-old sparing incident with one Dent). My cheek and Tongue all felt ‘humongous’… Have you ever tried to jeer after leaving the dentist? Try it!!

On my way back to work, I walked behind an old man…Big Mistake on my part. Dude was spewing spittle like he owned the streets. I hurried to walk past him. I relaxed as soon as I was ahead of him….Only to be met by another Spittle Spewer walking in the opposite direction. To make matters worse, I noticed about 5 spittle puddles on the walkway!!

What are we turning into? Llamas???

Blogger meets The Page

Who has met DK before and not liked him?

Who has met DK before and not wanted to be like him?

And so I went out and got myself another blog…Jus coz DK writes things like:

“This post started out at…..”

Now even me……

Mr. King don’t hate!! Accept!!

N’way, Blogger met The Page: http://therisingpage.blogspot.com

See you there

The one who can’t cook – Can wash!!

The piling of dirty stainless steel, clanging of pots and pans, growling of hungry tummies.
This isn’t an excuse post This is an educative post….
So everyone was at the frying and roasting stuff..Page was looking on clueless, so she came up with a brilliant idea, normally after lunch there is this huge pile up at the sink so brilliant Page came up with an idea.
Station Post: Sink
TRP Washed, Scrubbed and Cleaned by the time i was done i was real proud of myself. So i went and sat next to the chefs by the fire praying they would ask if i would honor them and taste their work. “Fat Chance” – They kept saying.
Anyway, it all got me thinking. If I hadn’t helped out doing the dishes, or the diff chefs come together, someone else would have had alot of work to do.. (i’d probably have been the one smiling at the dishes)..
Everytime you have the chance to help out, you chould grab it. You never know whose load you will be helping lighten..
Yup am patting myself on the back..
The one who can’t cook – Can wash!!

Resolutions

I can see the clouds gathering…

Nimbus am told….

Trouble on the horizon..

Suddenly the new year isn’t something i’m looking forward to…

Pools of 2009

Like the years past, my year started with fireworks and muchomo of all kinds…

We slept till ungodly hours, I got such a wonderful shock when i got up. UMEME had passed by. Yeah, no power, no tv, no movies, just silence…defeaning silence…Lunch was a small family event, we never sit at the table together never..It’s almost like an unspoken rule, but we did just that yesterday. It was a nice meal…Getting to spill about school, teacher with no plot…you know the normal stuff.

Soon as lunch was done, we were walking to our room..thats when i heard it,

“Drip Drip”

We opened the door and lo and behold the Red Sea had made it’s way to my bathroom/toilet…I just couldn’t belive my eyes, worse still the tub was totally empty and i couldn’t locate the source of the mini pond. I tell my sister to rally the forces and close the main tap. Then thats when i heard the voice:

“Look at me mummy…Am swimming!!!”

I could hardly belive it, My kettle was looking at me with such innocence… After drying and setting Kettie on a High-Dry Table, i rushed back to the banksto assess the situation. I had one of those ‘light bulb’ moments, i took a physics class not too long ago…It looked like a leaky pipe, so i did the math in my head and reasoned it out. My brain then sent the a message to my hand and thats when i gripped the pipe to push it back in: BIG MISTAKE!!!

It spewd out with such intent ferosity, I was momentarily stunned and drained ofcourse!! I had to quickly attempt to put it back, the next Einstein decided to attack it using buvera (Polythene bags), will another climbed to turn the tap in every direction.

Soon as the it stopped running…The mops were pulled out, so being the extremly hard worker that i am, i went to work..wringing and mopping, wringing and mopping, wringing and mopping!!  But all my work seemed to be in vain because there was no evidence od water reduction!! Then there was this discrete giggle behind me…

“Page, that bucket is cracked at the bottom”

Equipping/Syllabus/The 500

DK has been talking about it for a while, i didn’t really get it for a while until this morning.

In today’s devotions i think alot of eyes were opened and fires re-ignited, Leon Fontain spoke and it was truely awesome.  He opened with a passage from Eph 4:11-13, it speaks of the different giftings that God has given us each of us and the reason why he gave them to us.

He spoke about equiping people, about how its doesn’t mean, leading, modifying, caring, teaching or modelling people. How it has nothing to do with busyness, delegating, being talented or even having alot of experience. He defined it as skill development in every area of leadership. (Personal ministry, bizness, personality). It starts with unskilled people and makes them skilled in their functional gifting.

He spoke about the difference between supervising and equiping: Supervising is about monitoring those who are skilled in their areas while equiping is about people who have no skill.

You know, for most people, its about spending an eternity on their knees (I am not saying praying is wrong), others just wait for hand me downs, the rest look to others to solve their problems, the rest have reached a stage int their lives where they couldn’t careless: complacency…

The bible greatly speaks about wisdom, but you see how can you get wisdom if you have no knowledge?  Wisdom has been defined as the application of knowledge. Where do we get knowledge from? The Bible, the internet, Education, reading books, learning from others, watching what others do and how they do it…the list is endless. However the thing is, Knowledge is useless without understanding. Understanding comes from meditating on the knowledge that we have obtain. It would profit us nothing to just go through a million books a year without understanding and applying what we have learnt from the books.

He also spoke about 4 Quadrants of life: Survival, Stability, Success, Significanc. For example: Your have just started a business – You keep praying, getting people to pray for you, borrowing money (Survival), You reach point where everything is running just okay(Stability), You long for more, you start to make profits, you move into a bigger place (Success) and lastly you finally attach your business to a cause, forexample – enviroment, giving 20% of your profit to an organization resettling people in a war torn land. (Significance)

He spoke to leaders, asking how do they motivate their teams. He gave an analogy of neighbour A who every morning would walk out his door and meet neighbour B constructiong his house. A would shout out and say Good Job, You’re making progress. By the 10th day B would be muttering under his breath saying “Oh, Shut up!!” However if he maybe lent him his power drill or showed him how to use one (can drill 80 nails a minute) or get him a power saw and show him how to use it skillfully.

It just got me thinking, all those links that are being dished out over at Rouge King, you may not be interested right now because  its not your thing, but you never know what may happen 5 years down the road when a Fortune 500 like Walmart/CitiGroup/Nodesix require some skill from you or your company, what you gon say? Sorry that wasn’t in the syllabus?

Sunday Morning With Calvin

This morning started out funny, slept late watching Smallville – then got left behind by my escort in the morning

As usual i visit blogspirit , land on a blogger who decided to share this invaluable piece of JOY

But now i’m reading Calvin and Hobbes and suddenly the morning chaos is but a blip in my memory!!!

Oh My Gosh!!!

I have been laughing myself silly:

Here are  links to my fav:

1. Art

2. Random

3. School

Plans n stuff

THE HEAT!!! Is January supposed to be sooo hot?! Does anyone know?

I have recenlty acquired a taste for rock yup i didn’t have it before… Anyway i mixed Avril and Leeland, now the intensity of the heat has been reduced.. and no it’s not all in my head.

Some where down this week i’m going to throw a cap up in the air, wave my fist at former mean professors and take childish pictures in former lecture theaters.

Anyway, i have come to realise that i never think beyond this week. For real, ask me what i want to be in 3 years, and i will give you a blank stare -  No goals ZILCH!! i have these friends who have it written down, they even have Plan B’s & C’s…kindda makes me feel like somethings wrong with me.

When i finished secondary school, it hit me: what’s next? While on campus, i knew that one day i’d be done but in my head that one day was a thousand light years away…Those same light years are coming to an end in a few days.. I feel no excitment whatsoever, my family on the other hand are on cloud 9…

And now i ask myself, What next?

In Transit…

‘This day wasn’t going to be different, same old routine,’ Musa thought as he walked to the secretary’s desk to drop the clipboard. She didn’t even look up. He had long gotten used to the fact that she never paid him any heed, after all he was just the delivery man. Whistling , he pulled out the key and climbed onto the truck. Yeah, today wont be any different. Moses and Kato weren’t with him, it was days like this that he missed their incessant chatter, mindlessly he turned the radio knob looking for their fav station as he waited for the Police man to let him by. He couldn’t wait to get out of this place. As he drove off his mind wondered onto his dream of owning the coastline, the day will come he thought to himself..

**********

His feet couldn’t run fast enough, he could feel the adrenaline pumping out of his ears… His heart was beating faster that it had ever before: I have to get there, his breakthrough was just a few miles away.

James thought he had seen it first, his eyes quickly scanned the surrounding area, he saw Jack a few metres away making his way. This is definately an answered prayer – Tonight his mother would sleep in comfort.

Paulo got there first, panting hard his head and heart both seemed to be pound with such a ferocity he bent over and put his hands on his knees to catch his breath. Out of the corner of his eye he saw James making his way toward him. Knowing there would be a crowd in any minute, he pulled what he wanted and trotted away to catch his breath some place else.

**********

Twenty minutes and 3 miles away, a conversation was getting out of hand, the 60 year old woman was trying to prove her point but the 58 year old man next to her was hearing no of it. She believed the boys should go to the LC, but the man said they had found and not stolen, half of the taxi seemed to agree with him. She continued to try and defend herself but the women in the back started their own court session. Miss Sixty got off at her stage but the old man and the women in the back snickered andcontinued the conversation without her, His last words to her were to stop being naive.

**********

A list of expletives shot out of Musa’s mouth but Siraj the manger didn’t look convinced or impressed. He couldn’t explain why he was short by 10.

Sirja picked up the phone – that was the last day Musa thought of his dream…

For the Ladies..

I found this somewhere and thought i’d share it…for those who havn’t received it yet…..

When you have to visit a public toilet, you usually find a line of women, so you smile politely and take your place. Once it’s your turn, you check for feet under the cubicle doors. Every cubicle is occupied.

Finally, a door opens and you dash in, nearly knocking down the woman leaving the cubicle. You get in to find the door won’t latch. It doesn’t matter, the wait has been so long you are about to wet your pants!

The dispenser for the modern ’seat covers’ (invented by someone’s Mum, no doubt) is handy, but empty. You would hang your bag on the door hook, if there was one, so you carefully, but quickly drape it around your neck, (Mum would turn over in her grave if you put it on the FLOOR!) down with your pants and assume ‘ The Stance.

In this position, your aging, toneless, thigh muscles begin to shake. You’d love to sit down, but having not taken time to wipe the seat or to lay toilet paper on it, you hold ‘The Stance.’

To take your mind off your trembling thighs, you reach for what you discover to be the empty toilet paper dispenser.

In your mind, you can hear your mother’s voice saying, ‘Dear, if you had tried to clean the seat, you would have KNOWN there was no toilet paper!’ Your thighs shake more.

You remember the tiny tissue that you blew your nose on yesterday – the one that’s still in your bag (the bag around your neck, that now you have to hold up trying not to strangle yourself at the same time). That would have to do, so you crumple it in the puffiest way possible. It’s still smaller than your thumbnail.

Someone pushes your door open because the latch doesn’t work.

The door hits your bag, which is hanging around your neck in front of your chest and you and your bag topple backward against the tank of the toilet.

‘Occupied!’ you scream, as you reach for the door, dropping your precious, tiny, crumpled tissue in a puddle on the floor, while losing your footing altogether and sliding down directly onto the TOILET SEAT It is wet of course. You bolt up, knowing all too well that it’s too late. Your bare bottom has made contact with every imaginable germ and life form on the uncovered seat because YOU never laid down toilet paper – not that there was any, even if you had taken time to try.

You know that your mother would be utterly appalled if she knew, because you’re certain her bare bottom never touched a public toilet seat because, frankly, dear, ‘You just don’t KNOW what kind of diseases you could get.

By this time, the automatic sensor on the back of the toilet is so confused that it flushes, propelling a stream of water like a fire hose against the inside of the bowl and spraying a fine mist of water that covers your bum and runs down your legs and into your shoes.

The flush somehow sucks everything down with such force and you grab onto the empty toilet paper dispenser for fear of being dragged in too.

At this point, you give up. You’re soaked by the spewing water and the wet toilet seat. You’re exhausted. You try to wipe with a sweet wrapper you found in your pocket and then slink out inconspicuously to the sinks.

You can’t figure out how to operate the taps with the automatic sensors, so you wipe your hands with spit and a dry paper towel and walk past the line of women still waiting

You are no longer able to smile politely to them. A kind soul at the very end of the line points out a piece of toilet paper trailing from your shoe. (Where was that when you NEEDED it?)

You yank the paper from your shoe, plunk it in the woman’s hand and tell her warmly, ‘Here, you just might need this.

As you exit, you spot your hubby, who has long since entered, used and left the men’s toilet. Annoyed, he asks, ‘What took you so long and why is your bag hanging around your neck?

This is dedicated to women everywhere who deal with any public rest rooms/toilets (rest??? you’ve GOT to be kidding!!). It finally explains to the men what really does take us so long. It also answers that other commonly asked question about why women go to the toilets in pairs. It’s so the other gal can hold the door, hang onto your bag and hand you Kleenex/Rose under the door.

Grey Skies and weddings

The Rain The Rain…

In Spain In Spain!!

Today its cold and grey just how I like it…..

Has anyone noticed how Kampalan’s don’t drive in the rain?

It took us 5 mins to get to town yet normally it takes us 30 – 45 mins… Almost makes me wish it would rain everyday. (..almost…)

So now am going for a design workshop….then i just might go shopping …. I wish every other public holiday would be on a monday, then the rest on a Friday..

On Sato , i married my friends off…. I still can’t believe they are married…They had an outdoor wedding – Yes the rain tried to get us down but we jam!!!

They looked so beautiful  – She was a smiley bride, not the kind that look sour on their wedding day…((sigh)) ((sigh)) ((sigh))

Work…

Work Work Work!!!

My darling boss if off and i’m missing her terribly…

Now that she isn’t here, i have to make all these decisions, follow up things, debug stuff….

Now there is hardly anytime left for blogging… Anyway all this will be rectified in 2 weeks, thats when she returns and am off the hook. Unlike most assistants, i don’t want to take over her job!!

Am in bliss working where i am for now..

This is about me

Time check: 7:26 pm

am sitting at my desk….

Staring at the screen infront me:

Craving Gonja’s Fries and praying that the internet doesn’t pull a fast one on me!!!

This week i have definatly learnt alot!!!

This sums it up:

The Will of God will not take you where the Grace of God cannot keep you….

In other words the grace is sufficient… (sigh)…

This month am the letterman!!!!!

Myths of the Storm

AM ALIVE!!!!!!

if you were awake at 5:15am this morning, you would appreciate my exclamation.

Time Check 4:15am

Alarms go off… TRP oblivious to all that around, reaches out and smashes the alarm.

Time Check 5:15am

Another alarm goes off…Must be a ghost, TRP mutters. Right after turning it off, that when she notices the curtains seemed to be fighting for their life. Pulling the covers to her chin, eyes wide open now, she scans the darkness. She knew she shouldn’t have watched Underworld!!

The trees outside like the curtains seemed to be have the time of their lives with all the swishing and swaying that they were doing. Somewhere in the room, a curtain was drawn – thats when the frantic prayers started.

She tried to close her eyes and go back to sleep but it was all in vain. All she kept hearing were the wind and the trees, the wind and the trees.. In another corner of the room, something fell with a loud thud – Funny how during a mini storm, your room seems like the titanic ballroom

She needed to boil water, just as she was about to leave her bed, she heard a voice….

in her head this is a storm, was it in a documentary sometime, that you arn’t supposed to touch sockets during a storm, or even walk around barefoot, or even use the telephone. Heck even the bathtub was named as a conductor.

With that she covered her head…..dreading the cold water that awaited her.

The Shoving and Boosting of Ug

It has seriously been a while since i last took part in the scramble and partition , last evening i had an awesome reminder!! Bragi and I just couldn’t find a suitable mode of transportation. So we decided to take a stroll to the City Square!!

Big Mistake…

After standing for close to and Hour and ahalf we decide to go get something to eat. By the time we got back it almost seemed that the number had doubled.

Half an hour later a bus appeared…. along with some joggers running along side it..That is when you saw who grew up where. The bus was big enough but please….we just had to struggle, push and shove.

Bag in hand, shawl secured, TRP  and Bragi began the transition into shovers…at one point B’s sweater fell (You know what happens when the sweater you love the most falls…You will do anything to get it.) Man she held us back, and pulled it up. Meanwhile TRP was learning not to push or shove. You see when you are in the center of the struggle, you have got to relax and let the crowd boost you up..Pick up your feet and you will be in, in no time.(Please note: this only works for buses and not regular taxis).

After we sat, then the questions begun:

How much?

Er…. Where is this bus going?

Life and Trust

A New Year… New Challenges..

So i was pouting and lamenting about my boss being away the other day – but now am guessing it’s a good thing that she isn’t here coz it has helped me put a few things in perspective, you know like if one day i was offered the opportunity would i jump for her job

Like two years ago, i was really into persuing design (Dont Laugh). Yeah seriously but at that time i was drowning in tech support and Tech IT stuff. I havn’t the slightest why design appealed to me, anyway now two years later – someone has offered to tutor me for free!! How CRAZY is that!!!!!

Guess what i’m trying to say is that God births dreams in our hearts and at the right time they will come to pass…

Yesterday a scripture was read..and i knidda saw it in a different light.. Prov 3: 5-6

5 Trust in the LORD with all your heart
and lean not on your own understanding;

6 in all your ways acknowledge him,
and he will make your paths straight….

When Leon Fontaine was here he talked about P.O.D – Priortise, Order your life, Discipline. When i read that scripture it all made sense. The First thing you do is Trust God , remember that you aren’t in charge and acknowledge his presence in you life, his mercy, goodness, then you wont have to worry about where you are going coz you are sure your path is straight.

God should be the first priority, other things follow after him. The order you life according to that and after a while it will become a discipline…

TGIF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Can’t touch this!!!

Oh yeah…It’s Friday…..

((Waving hands in the air))

Come on… Do the dance with me…..

Am so excited!!! I might be going on a cruise tomorrow!!!!!

Oh!!!!!!!

Yeah, pips think am a little bit crazy – mbe i’ll take this dance to my room … here pips are looking at me funny…

STOP  – Jackson Time!!!

(Sliding feet…..)

Cruise…HMPH!!!

Oh My Word!!! I think i have got to be the most naive person on the planet!!! (Naive only coz its not as harsh as the word ’stupid’ in my mind)

I actually thought it would be a cruise – (go ahead have a laugh – as my troubled heart takes it in again)

To all those who have never gone on a Ugandan Cruise, this is a warning!!!!

In Uganda, Cruise equals Canoe ride.

Does any one know how canoes have no steps into it!!

Anyway, so we get there and am looking at a boat thats still far out. it looked okay – it was a white mini ship (You know, like the ones in the movies)…Little did i know!! Anyway we got tired of waiting for the organisers so be decided to get onto the thing, so we lined up on the elevated part of the veranda…walked on the sloping edge, hoped onto a canoe, balanced through it, then turned and got pulled into the one we were taking.

Now he was standing on the corner of the boat, the we hopped onto the flatened part and had to jump onto the boat. OMG!!!! I thought that was an event – Girls never it tell you…In you sweet exsistence get on to canoes with unpredicatble boys/men!! Its not worth it. Any second the just stand..out of the blue and royally upset the balance of the boat and thus you have the boat sway dangerously, tipping torward the water.. Thats what kept happening.

Word of advice though – Dont look at the anchor. Seriously you are better off not knowing

Destiny…

For I envied the proud, when I saw them prosper despite their wickedness. They seem to live such painless lives; their bodies are so healthy and strong.They don’t have troubles like other people;they’re not plagued with problems like everyone else

Did I keep my heart pure for nothing? Did I keep myself innocent for no reason? I get nothing but trouble all day long; every morning brings me pain

Then I went into your sanctuary, O God, and I finally understood their destiny.

Whom have I in heaven but you? I desire you more than anything on earth. My health may fail, and my spirit may grow weak,but God remains the strength of my heart; He is mine forever…

Fish and Chips!!!! PG

Remeber the Fish i told you about?
well here it is

Fish n Chips

Calm

The roads

” If ever you find a Ugandan driving straight, it is very likely that that Ugandan is drunk”

I heard that statement a while ago and took great offense: even though i don’t know how to drive

Lately however, i am begining to understand what that person meant… Our roads are becoming fishing reserves and swimming pools for the little children.

When driving on our darling roads you’v got to ’swiv and swerve’ in order to dodge the holes and the olympics finals that sometimes take place.

Memories Memories

This morning i listened to this on my way to work:

Well, honey it ain’t your money
Cause baby I got plenty of that

I used to love that song when i was little

I love you for your pink Cadillac
Crushed velvet seats
Riding in the back, oozing down the street
Waving to the girls
PEELING out of sight
Spending all my money on a Saturday night
Honey, I just wonder what you do there in back of your pink Cadillac

The really crazy thing about it is that we had the video

Anyway, that took me down memory lane, my old favs

These Dreams – Heart

These dreams go on when I close my eyes
Every second of the night I live another life
These dreams that sleep when its cold outside
Every moment Im awake the further Im away
Theres something out there
I cant resist

Then there was

One thing that never changes
No matter what
I cant wait to see you
Cant wait to feel you
And theres a place of our own, where we can go
Nobody knows
I close my eyes real tight

Yeah i was a Shawn Stockman Fan….(sigh)…Still am

(If you are bored, please move on…I just can’t help it….Have to put this one up)

(excuse me, I know we just met
But may I have this dance? )0

Sitting here with a drink in my hand
Your presence I cant ignore
I must admit I like watching you dance
But it seems like Ive seen this before
Girl, you look like my first wife
Though Ive never been married before
So I kiss your hand and tell you thank you
You turn and ask me what for

1 – for our first kiss on next week
For when we make love in six weeks
For the ring you wore proudly three months from now
For when you said i do next march
And for those beautiful children of ours
Yes, I know it might sound strange cuz we just met
But I thank you in advance

(shawn, help me sing it)

Hi, my name is shawn
Tell me your name
Although I know the last one
Its funny that were shaking hands
[wait a minute, I know this hand]
Its the same hand (Ill hold in front of a minister)
Same hand (when youre havin my son and his sister)
I dont mean to sound so bold and forward
But I thank you in advance

Its like I came back in time to tell you thank you
Youre as beautiful then as you are now
Look in the mirror, there is a picture
Of you and the man you love

**********

There was a time when I thought life was over and out
When you went away from me
My dying heart made it hard to breathe
Would sit in my room
Because I didnt want to have to go out
And see you walking by
One look and Id break right down and cry
Now you say that youve made a big mistake
Never meant to take your love away
But you can save your tired apologies
cause it may seem hard to believe
But

Im doin just fine
Getting along very well
Without you in my life
I dont need you in my life
Im doin just fine
Time made me stronger
Youre no longer on my mind
You were my earth
My number one priority
I gave me love to only you
Anything youd ask of me
I would do
But somewhere down the road
You felt a change in the weather
And told me that you had to journey on
A kiss in the wind and your love was gone
Now you say you never meant to play your games
Girl, dont you know its far too late
Because you let our love just fall apart
You no longer have my heart

.…………Have to get back to work now…………………

Olympic Aches

The art of swimming, just like riding a bike can never be forgotten, once you get the hang of it; you never really forget.

Took 2 days off, one of those days i dedicated to training for the olympics…so i get up early one morning, butterflies in my fingers and march off to the training area… the first thing i noticed: the pool had no bars and no steps into or out of the pool…

Sat at the edge for close to 20 minutes debating on if i should just kick the water all day, i think it was the look in my sis eye that made me jump in..stood in one place for another 10 minutes (I know, ridiculous – but this was the first time i was swimming in a year or two: Water isn’t supposed to be that cold)

Anyway so i get around to swimming and playing or playing then swimming – when we had to leave, i just couldn’t get out of the pool, tried to do what the kids were doing, hoisting themselves up using the edges as support…

Now 24 hours later, me old bones r screamin murder!!!

Walking before God

“..Serve me faithfully and live a blameless life..” (Gen. 17:1 NLT)

Walk before me blameless… Is that possible?

Chasing Clouds

Burnout syndrome… Funny i always thought that it would hit me when i’m years into this whole work gig…am not even a 2 month graduate yet and am already longing for retirement.

Writing this here is my way of venting (of sorts), this morning as i got out of bed i asked myself why i was going to work: What my motivation factor was and for the first time in almost two years i dreaded opening the office door.

Does anyone ever get to a time when it just loses meaning? Is that the time to move one?

I have been asking myself those questions for a while. Haven’t come up with an answer yet… praying about it but its almost like am hitting a brick wall.

My greatest fear is leaving and regretting it, leaving and not find something that was fulfilling as work used to be…yet if i stay: i’ll never find out…

I hate not having answers, not knowing….Now i don’t feel like talking to anyone (Guess thats why i have my headphones on)

Probably doesn’t help that am listening to My Happy Ending – Avril Lavigne

The Box VS The Bug

One peep toe out of the box…I finally after months and months of talking about it….got highlights. Maroo highlights…Needless to say, that afternoon i was xtremly excited! Some noticed and shared my xcitment, others hardly noticed the difference (Dont know what that says about them..better still, me ) Unfortunately, the euphoria lasted2 days…

Anyway, tomorrow might be my sleep in day, last night the influenza escalated. Now i sit with hankies and piriton near by, swatting Mr. Mosquito as he tries his luck AGAIN!! (You’d think the guy would take a hint)….

Am in the proses of compiling my favourite lines, qoutes, sayings from movies…

“I thought i was your Racheal…but it would seem i’m your leah” 6-Packed-Adonis Xerxes with tears in his eyes.[One Night With The King]

“Mine are bigger than yours” Batman and Cadmus director at a Standoff [Justice League S3 E9]

“DANNY CRANE!!!” Boston Legal

“He was so deadly in battle that his enemies would go blind from exposure to sheer awesomeness” Kung Fu Panda

“Honey i know size can be daunting, but donnot be afraid..I love you!” Ramon in Happy Feet

“Is this an audience or a mosiac, huh?” Hercules

Dull Sun or Son

(Blank Stare)

I noticed over the past couple of posts, i’ve been in a dull mood. Writing dull and confused things..

But you see such isn’t my intention: i used to constantly bug pips and tell them to write sunny uplifting stuff, but look at me…

Its getting dull isn’t…

Memo to self: My next post will be “Sunny”

“Stand there”

i have had the most awesome afternoon yet!!!
So i finally leave work to go pick my transcript..
i thought i’d leave cussin and swearing…but that was not the case, it was there waiting for me.

Then i rush to pick up some letters from one of the guys who taught me,
i spotted and error – called him and he promised i could pick them up tomorrow

Then i call my sweetie and tell him we should meet…
Then over the next 10 minutes i changed my mind 3 times

I tell him i’ll meet him at the faculty…
Then he kindda delayed….

i was dying to check out the Orange place (Dont ask why)..
So i tell him to find me there….

Then i remembered there was a guy who used to kill at doing nails somewhere on campus!
So i tell him to go do his stuff and find i’ll meet him when he is done…

When i got there…I found out i didn’t have the right shoes
sooooooooo since he was going visiting: He tried to sketch open shoes (what!! He offered!!!)

We failed to get, then i decided i could walk with my toes at a 90 degree angle to my shoes
trust me it wrks…

So we went to see Mr. Orange; bought a simcard
Yes i am goofy happy i bought a sim that i might hardly use…

Then the WINNER..
I have never liked conductors: but this particular one….
After Marketing his taxi, as the last passengers entered he said “God bless you as you enter”
I had already told him i was jumping out at the KPC stage:

TRP with her bisatu in hand: “Conductor?”
Conductor to driver: “Sir zea iz someone get out at KPC stage”
A little confusion on drivers side, passengers muffling laughter..
Conductor to driver: “so Stand Zea!”
Conductor to TRP: “Yes, Come back again”

Hey..

Sigh…

It def been a while….

I went back swimming Thanks for all the advice guys – this time i streched before i began.

The really amaizing thing is that after swimming i got shocked. Yeah literally!! Am not even sure how to put it – the electricity in the shower shocked me!!

You know the really weird thing, the first time i thought i saw just feeling things, i need to turn it off because it was becoming too hot – So i reach out the second time and then i was really sure that electricity was running through the thing…So i leav to confront someone about it (A word to the wise: Never Never NEVER tell a waitress)

OH MY HECK – She turned it around and made it my fault. She said, and i Qoute “So you were not supposed to shower…eh if you want to die you shower” By this time i was incredulously shocked at her audacity (lol, i’ve been dying to use those words in one sentence)…She then gestured in another general direction and told me to go shower somewhere else.. Before i left, i made someone aware that there was a short circuit in the showers.

I decided to walk to KPC since i was meeting some one there – Passed by my book store bought stickers and a book (Jesus Freaks) then walked to KPC. I decided to use the upper roads…

If you ever have alot of time on your hands – feel free to walk along those roads. For the next 20 minutes i saw jaw dropping, mind numbing gorgeous cars…I saw this BMW that vroomed past me and my mind ran after it…

(sigh)

So how was your weekend?

ps:

Today’s GIFPELU : “I will return it back to u”

My Life…My Story

Its been a while – I usually love the month of April only because i was born in April – However this April has been nothing short of horrendous!!

This month started out with alot of promise… but i can’t say i still hold the same sentiment….Everything is turning down hill – starting with the fact that my favourite denims don’t fit me any more!!!!!! Then there is the little fact that my lovely sketchers are now small whatelse can go wrong in my life….

I watched a movie on my birthday..it was okay – ‘The International’ then had a nice meal – then got home and found my birthday party had commenced with out me …Then i got pressies!!! Then a few days later – mylittle safe secure world came tumbling down…I was insulted by a close friend of mine: you know it’s not only that the insult was thrown at me..it’s the person who said it.

It got me thinking: how easliy we insult each other – I dont think the person knew i was hurt, i’d like to think that if she knew she would apologise to me..you know i’d just bought these killer beauty products, done my hair, donned my best, then Monday morning it all came tumbling down.. Unfortunately i dont think i will ever look at the person in the same light again, unless they approach me first. I now find that i can’t be open: there is a sheild up when i’m around them. I wish this were the sort of person i saw once in a while…but nooo i have to see them everyday…

Why do we feel the need to lash out with words??? Next time you feel the need to hurt someone, remember that when your anger eventually dies down…you may have lost the trust/esteem of someone who looks up to you.

Now that thats out of the way!!

I have gained a few kilos (or pounds if you prefer)…so my nice little jeans are screaming murder…anyone know nice affordable jean stores?

My last days at work were a bit hectic so i never had the chance to read all your blogs – but i’m trying my best to catch up…

PS: Special Dedication For Emi – This is Home: Switchfoot

My First!!

The moment never to be forgotten:

The day i got my first Blogger award….giddy bubbly feeling…Emi or DoomsDay as u perfer to be called thanks for my award..

Attachments to the award.
1.You must brag about the award

2.You must include the name of the blogger who bestowed the award on you and link back to the blogger

3.You must choose a minimum of seven (7) blogs that you find brilliant in content or design.

4.Show their names and links and leave a comment informing them that they were prized with Honest Weblog

5.List at least ten (10) honest things about yourself.

Then pass it on with the instructions!

Now unveiling the secrets:

- I am crazy about a tall very dark afro haired brother that has the most awesome-est voice on this planet. Seriously you need to listen to him speak.

- I pay little attention to politics and i believe football and all forms of sports was put on this earth by my brothers in a past life.

- When it comes to finances i live on the edge – lucky for me: i dont have any credit cards: If i see it and like it – I buy it, then keep it in my wardrobe.

- I love making friends and staying in touch with them. My major weakness is i always find myself trying to fix all their problems..even when I dont have a clue what to say.

- I like different kinds of music: old country,  latino, RnB and anything new and fresh….Oh plus i think H.O.P totally rocks! Plus whoever created the ipod – Pure genius!!

- I dont wear makeup and keep my braids for 6 months (I know – Busted!!)…

- I read my Bible and believe in Jesus

- I realised that i dont really plan for the future (5 years), i just take each day as it comes. Which isn’t necessarily a bad thing, is it? Planning…hmmm..i wonder if this counts: I’m going to be a stay home mom

- I love sci-fi movies, those dective things with forensics teams and cool cars, shades and awesome equipment. I love cartoons and collect them…I can watch them over and over and over and over again…

- I don’t like water much – but favour choclate chip cookies, brownies, grilled chicken, sweet and sour pork, chapati and boiled maize to mention but a few.

- I believe in excellence but do not consider myself a “…hard pressed/driven” person.

- I like ogling at new technology even though i can’t really afford them.

- My new passion is animation, graphics and web design – yeah!

Thats Enuff!!

So I’d like to honor the following blogren:

1. Nevender

2. Emrys

3. Ug Girl

4. Lulu

5. Walkonby

6. Rogue King

7. Eizzy

8. AntiP

Yeah!

Breakfast and Scholarships

For all the hype of  having cereal for breakfast, i get here and the milk is spoilt What a beautiful way to start the day.

I finally got the time to write… lots been going on:

One of the reasons why i took leave was to read/practise for an English exam (Yes, i am being serious). So i did this in Various ways – I bought some very boring literature novels (Okay so they weren’t all that bad), watched movies ( ), and then ofcourse slept alot. You know sleep is very vital to students. Anyway, one week to the exam: i was in a semi panic state – As you may have guessed, i wasn’t taking any of it seriously. So i took the English exam…and after 13 days of waiting, i go to pick my results. When i get there the lady asks for my number: I give it to her…So looks through once, twice, third time she looks at me as says “Are you sure that is ur number?”…Abit apprehensive now, i say yes…She looks at her neighbor and asks if there are any results that haven’t come out yet…With a disinterested look she replied that she didn’t know…Then she looked at me as only a receptionist can..”Whats your name?” So I tell her, then it suddenly hit her – “No! Yours are not yet ready!” Trying hard not to be irritated or alarmed I ask why, and she speculated about something, but said they would be ready soon. Till today, am still waiting.

I have now become addicted to my live email account (i think it used to be hotmail). For some reason i just love trying out new things… So i went and got a windows live email account and i am loving the templates, still trying to figure out the whole space drive thing though. Oh Yeah, finally got the hang of  Twitter!!

Today i wore my first pair of crazy ear rings and i am loving the feeling!!!

I finally applied for some of those crazy masters programmes at various universities. So now i am looking for scholarships (anyone know any organizations that offer scholarships, please name some )

The Driver and I or Me and Mr. Driver

For some reason my wordpress isn’t loading well…weird!!
Anyhu…Have you ever sat at the front of a taxi, right next to the driver? I tell you it is an interesting experience.
1. The Flexible Gear.
I fail to understand the logic (as my Math teacher would say before giving us a lecture), is it that hard? Have you ever seen one of those taxi drivers shift that thing around? Especially when you are sitted next to him. When he pulls it back…brushes against you…takes it to the front…Then Sideways..He jams right into you… I mean, wassup with that. Yesterday I thought i was being smart, i put my backpack on my lap and pushed it more to the right. Alas it was no use….I still got brushed and jabbed..The next time you wonder why your sister would rather you sat in the middle, next to the driver…cut her some slack and do it!!

2. AC Control.
This happened to me only once, but it was a bit funny. It was one of those hot days, and i had landed the middle seat again…I see the Driver roll up his window, and am thinking – Is this dude okay? Then lo and behold, he turned on the AC..First attempt – Nara…Second attempt – Nara…by this time i had an evil grin on my face. Third attempt – It was the conductors fault….

3. Mr. Impatient
Gundi, you have just stopped but alo you are already hooting and saying “Tugende”…This one time,we were the third guy in the queue…The first person had stopped to let another car enter the lane…This guy (Driver of car Number 3) hooted like a problem..jeering and making all sorts of remarks!!

4. Mr. I’lGetYouThere
He don’t care whether the potholes are square, round, deep or shallow!! He will swerve and miss all the potholes, all but one, that had seen him coming and was lying in wait…BANG!! You just hit your head on the car roof!!

5. Mr. TakeYourTime
This guy is just awesome…He is the one guy you will find obeying traffic laws. The only Taxi at the back of the traffic jam. The one who will not let another taxi cut into the road infront of him during the jam. Lastly, the one who will not drive in the rain…

Know your power & Walk in it!!!

I’m reading this book by Smith Wigglesworth and i thought i’d share some of the passages that have really blessed me:

…It is in the closeness of the association and oneness with Christ that there is no fear, but perfect confidence all the time. The child of God does not need to go back a day for his experience, for the presence of the Lord is with him and the Holy Spirit is in him, in mighty power, If he will believe…

…There is a place in the Holy Spirit where we will not allow unbelief to affect us, for God has all the power in heaven and earth. And now that I am in the secret knowledge of this power, I stand in a place where my faith is not to be limited because I have the knowledge that He is in me and I in Him…

…You are to have the gifts and to claim them. The Lord will certainly change your lives and you will be new men and new women. Are you asking for a double portion? I trust that no one will “come short” in any gift. You say, “I have asked. Do you think God will be pleased if i ask again?” Yes, do so before Him. Ask again, and we may go forth in the Spirit of the cloak. Then we will no longer be working in our own strength but in the Holy Spirit’s strength, and we will see and know His power because we believe!

Walk in your blessing!!

Mob love..

Special Deds: Here and Now – Paul Baloche

Special Deds to Ug Blogspirit

So today i am believing for something physically impossible…

Will write about it soon…

These are my Fav’s for this month:

1. 24’s – Canton Jones

2. Forgive Me – Group One Crew

3. Be Like Him – 1NC ft Kirk

4. Shake it – Canton Jones

5. Clap Your Hands – Group One Crew

6. The King – LeCrae

7. Make Room – Grits

8. Who’s that guy

9. Kingdom Business

10. Birthday – Canton Jones

**** Just so you know…Am blasting it all over the place

Mob love!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

His name is Matthew

I had twitted about going to one of the babies homes in Kampala.

It was really awesome… Tried uploading the piccys but I keep getting a wordpress error message.

Here he is…He had just had his bottle… And sleep wasn’t on his mind

Trying to grab a glimpse of everyone around him

Sleep is coming

Herbert: He refused to take a nap... but loves scream

Not sure what her name is but i found her giggling by herself

Pam: She didn't want to sleep, but was too young to join Herbert

So i had this really random idea – May be one day, we could all meet up (as Ug blogren of course) and go take some stuff to any babies home of our choice and volunteer for just one day…

What do you think?

Busy Busy

Busy Busy or Lazy Lazy!!!!

So i finally did apply for one of those really awesome scholarships (You know the kind that is a dreamer!! Dreamer = Everything is covered…down to return airfare)…..

Anyway, I got hit…I didn’t know anyone in the place, seriously mbu it was technical know who.

So I walked around mopping and sulking the day i got the news, I went to see if my name was on the list and alas, My beautiful name was nowhere to be seen.

That was actually the first time that happened to me: For some reason, whenever i apply for stuff – I seriously go with the attitude that I’m the only one applying and i am the only person for the job/position.

Is that selfish? Do you think its weird?

I soooo feel like telling on them, It’s taken every ounce of me not to send ‘an email of complaint’ – Do you think i should? Not sure it will change anything, but it will make me feel a whole lot better.

So now am still looking – Scholarship opportunities anyone?

Meanwhile about our Baby Project (lol, that name…), I’ll be communicating soon

Stay blessed…..

Special deds

Redemption – Switchfoot

This is your Life – Switchfoot

Did You See Him Today?

His blindly reached for the ancient watch that he still adored. Peering through one eye, he saw the time. It was 4:30am: He was late!!

He tried to swing his legs over to the side of the bed, but it wasn’t like 50 years ago. His muscles and joints screamed as he made his way to the door. He saw the lamp on and smiled…That child was just like her mother, he smiled to himself. He pulled out one of the two chairs left. As he sat a sigh escaped his lips, he closed his eyes and remembered his only child Sanyu. She had been his pride and joy…until that rascal came into town! Left her pregnant and hightailed out of town. Oh, how times have changed, he thought to himself…She had died giving birth to the twins, Wasswa and Nakato.

She bustled in, jerrycan on her head, as soon as she saw him, she placed it on the floor and went to greet her, Jajja. Soon as the breakfast was ready her brother entered the room, lugging two jerrycans. One look at him and Jajja knew he wouldn’t find out what had happened. The boy’s eye and lip screamed he had been looking for trouble. He massaged his head and left to change.

This would be a long day, Mama Nabirye had asked him to fill in for her, Her grand daughter was in Mulago and she had to stay with her. He missed is long time friend Hamza, after surviving dictators and terrible economic depression, not to mention running from soldiers in the dead of the night, he died from internal bleeding: just because noone at the hospital had taken an interest. Malaria is what they had told him – but Mama Nabirye had a friend who had a friend who worked in the hospital for dead bodies – she had told them.

They hadn’t filled Hamza’s position yet, they had assumed Jajja would take over. As he left the house he had called home, he wondered how much time he had left before they would come asking for the money… A few years ago he had taken out a loan, he was so behind on paying fees and his salary had been delayed again, then the man had been nice enough, he had even said he would use the house as security…that all changed…

As soon as he got to work, he saw Teresa’s wrinkled smile and Petero waved at him from the opposite side. Today, his stretch was from Mulago Roundabout to Makerere Hill Road – Till the junction of Makerere Hill and Col. Gadd road – He picked up his broom and began. As he put the rubbish in the wheelbarrow, Teresa asked him to bring it over, hers was full to the brim.

Even though his muscles protested, he pushed it over the little island, he had to wait for the cars to pass, praying someone would stop and let him by – but then again…that was only a prayer…- His arms began to ache, as the last car passed, he pushed with all his might and got to Teresa. Reminding himself, this was just until his grandchildren finished school.

Deja vu, he remembered saying the exact same thing years ago!

GUYS’ RULES….

So some fella felt the need to send this to me….Have no idea why…

Now am sharing it with you all…Do you agree with anything mentioned?

The Guys’ Rules­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­ – At last a guy has taken the time to write this all down

Finally , the guys’ side of the story.
( I must admit, it’s pretty good.)
We always hear “ the rules “
From the female side.

Now here are the rules from the male side.
These are our rules!
Please note… these are all numbered “1″
ON PURPOSE!

1.   Men are not mind readers.

1. Learn to work the toilet seat..
You’re a big girl. If it’s up, put it down.
We need it up, you need it down.
You don’t hear us complaining about you leaving it down.

1. Sunday sports. It’s like the full moon
or the changing of the tides.
Let it be.

1. Shopping is NOT a sport.
And no, we are never going to think of it that way.

1. Crying is blackmail.

1. Ask for what you want.
Let us be clear on this one:
Subtle hints do not work!
Strong hints do not work!
Obvious hints do not work!
Just say it!

1. Yes and No are perfectly acceptable answers to almost every question.

1. Come to us with a problem only if you want help solving it. That’s what we do.
Sympathy is what your girlfriends are for.

1. A headache that lasts for 17 months is a Problem.

See a doctor.

1. Anything we said 6 months ago is inadmissible in an argument.
In fact, all comments become null and void after 7 Days.

1. If you won’t dress like the Victoria ’s Secret girls, don’t Expect us to act like soap opera guys.

1. If you think you’re fat, you probably are.
Don’t ask us.

1. If something we said can be interpreted two ways and one of them makes you sad or angry, then we meant the other one

1. You can either ask us to do something . Or tell us how you want it done.
Not both.
If you already know best how to do it, just do it yourself.

1. Whenever possible, Please say whatever you have to say during commercials.

1. Christopher Columbus did NOT need directions and neither do we.

1. ALL men see in only 16 colors, like Windows default settings..
Peach, for example, is a fruit, not A color. Pumpkin is also a fruit. We have no idea what mauve is.

1. If it itches, it will be scratched.
We do that.

1. If we ask what is wrong and you say “nothing,” We will act like nothing’s wrong.
We know you are lying, but it is just not worth the hassle, besides we know you will bring it up again later.

1. If you ask a question you don’t want an answer to, Expect an answer you don’t want to hear.

1. When we have to go somewhere, absolutely anything you wear is fine… Really.

1. Don’t ask us what we’re thinking about unless you are prepared to discuss such topics as baseball, the shotgun formation,
or soccer..

1. You have enough clothes.

1. You have too many shoes.

1. I am in shape. Round IS a shape!

1. Thank you for reading this.
Yes, I know, I have to sleep on the couch tonight;

But did you know men really don’t mind that? It’s like camping.

Don’t Miss!!

For all the entrepreneurship lovers/wannabees/experts out there, there will be an entrepreneurship workshop at Watoto Church Central today at 5:30pm.

For an affordable fee of 5,000 Ugandan Shillings payable to Cathy Nkonoka.

Speakers will be from Mircosoft, Boeing as well as: the CEO of SkyView Partners INC, President of OneAccord Partners and KIROS.org , CEO of BioTech Industry

Topics will be on Proposal writing, Marketing and Cash flow management

And yes….It’s for booking…

PS: Yes, very soon i plan to regale you with tales of ‘ TRP on the roads in Kampala’, for those of you who haven’t got the twitter bug yet.

Driving Blues

No am not blue…and am not down! Am just half way between, trying to reach up…

This past week was week one of The Page on the roads…

It started out well…confidence in full gear! Nothing could get me down, heck i was grinning from ear to ear.

“Clutch Down, start the engine” said the very instructor like voice.

Two days went by and i wasn’t sure i looked forward to the road anymore.

When you’ve got veterans hooting at you, bodas zooming by – It is my opinion that every beginner should be taken to an open wide space to get an initial feel.

Anyway, back to day one: so around Public Service junction the car jerked and went off. Bewildered TRP couldn’t believe, she started the car again, it jerked then went off. Instructor was beginning to lose his patience and TRP was beginning to get on the defensive. A near by Police fella struts up to the instructors window and commands – You help her!

Instructor says – I will help her if she fails.

Finally the car responded to TRP’s silent pleas, soon as she had successfully crossed, a boda fella shouted: “Oja ku Yiga!” (direct translation – You will learn!)… Reignited, TRP depressed the accelerator.

“Clutch down…STOP ACCELERATION!!”

Does anyone in blogsville drive a manual car. No seriously…Whats the secret??

After week one, I was soo fired up to practise on Saturday, alas something came up and i had no car to practise with. Then came Monday morning…today…

Today the junctions were a smooth transition, no jerking, no stopping. The only zib is i have no idea what i did!!

So any tips for a sister?

He Shouted At Me

I have just finished my lesson: Yes, i was that little nerd like creature behind the wheel that almost crashed into M7’s gate…

He yelled at me again: something about what is wrong with me, will i only learn once i have caused an accident…

I mean how evil can someone get..I recently noticed when my morning is ruined, the rest of the day ends up in that general direction. Today i have said NARA!!! In One week, I’ll be one of the hottest geeks cruising these potholed streets

I’m going to finish driving soon and then for the sake of my friends souls will not direct anyone to that driving boot camp…

Is it weird that i have failed in 30 days to report the fella to concerned authorities that he has not showed up 5 times?

I wish i had a big sis to fight this battle
Hint hint: Position is open to anyone interested…
Requirements:
- Fiercely protective
- Love me unconditionally
- Fight all my battles
- You must have a few years experience in the industry.

I like blogging my troubles away…Now i don’t feel too heavy anymore.

PS: No…I haven’t broken my promise…It will be delivered to you shortly

Love you guys
xoxo

Catch up…Catch up….

It’s lunch and am solo in the office: No i didn’t intend to be solo here – It’s more like, i can’t eat.

I want to, but i can’t!!

I took last week off (Note: don’t take leave in July/August: the nights are just to short!!), but unlike most off’s it wasn’t going to be lazy-chilling, it was back to the Dentist-week. Sooo i shall start where all stories begin…in the middle…

4 Teeth extracted between the hours of 1pm and 2pm.

They said “You will need to remove 4 teeth”

TRP – “Will it hurt”

They said “It will, but there is nothing you can do, please have a seat, we will call you when we are ready”

15 nerve-racking minutes later, nurse asks ‘ TRP?’

TRP examines the floor, notices the ceiling is clean…nurse asks again ‘TRP?’

With every fibre in my being, I gather my already scattered limbs – ‘Here…’

Nice Cute Dentist: ‘So how are you today?’ ‘Scared’ – I whisper…

After trying to make me feel comfortable in the uncomfortably chair – I glanced at that work table… The NEEDLE!!!!! You guy, it was LONG!!!!

So we start: 8 injections – Round One

The two premolars top jaw are popped out…

‘2 more to go TRP, You are doing great’

He gets his ‘magalo’ (medical pliers or whatever they call them), and attempts to pull out the right premolar on the lower jaw. Arms and Limbs fly through the air!

‘Sorry he says’ Gets another needle…2 more injections….He trys the other side: same thing happened. So he also injects AGAIN!! He waits a few minutes, then tries again.

SAME THING!!!!

You know what the very bright cute guy does…

In a very calm and soothing voice: ‘We have to numb the whole jaw’

If my jaw could have dropped it would have…..then he gets another needle to the corner in my little mouth, wiggle wiggle, push, wiggle wiggle….after he had done it to both sides…and got everything out and in (blood, cotton)

“The bleeding should stop in about 4 hours”….so i leave, walk looking for transport: buy a hankie on my way and cover my mouth (Lower jaw is still numb at this time)

So i jump into a taxi and head home – half way there i notice, the chick next to me…she don wanna push up next to me…I shrug and mind my own business. When i got home, I saw what the lady was looking at in my mirror.

A bloody drool……

First Aid

Early this morning i experienced something i don’t want to repeat: My little cousin started nose bleeding…

Mum came and at once knew what to do: TRP watched from a distance not really know what she was doing till i surfed about it the this morning.

Here is some info i got from MedicineNet.com

Why do people get nosebleeds?

The nose is a part of the body rich in blood vessels (vascular) and is situated in a vulnerable position as it protrudes on the face. As a result, trauma to the face can cause nasal injury and bleeding. The bleeding may be profuse, or simply a minor complication. Nosebleeds can occur spontaneously when the nasal membranes dry out and crack. This is common in dry climates, or during the winter months when the air is dry and warm from household heaters. People are more susceptible to bleeding if they are taking medications which prevent normal blood clotting [warfarin (Coumadin), aspirin, or any anti-inflammatory medication]. In this situation, even a minor trauma could result in significant bleeding.

The incidence of nosebleeds is higher during the colder winter months when upper respiratory infections are more frequent, and the temperature and humidity fluctuate more dramatically. In addition, changes from a bitter cold outside environment to a warm, dry, heated home results in drying and changes in the nose which will make it more susceptible to bleeding. Nosebleeds also occur in hot dry climates with low humidity, or when there is a change in the seasons. The following factors predispose people to nosebleeds:

* Infection

* Trauma, including self-induced by nose picking

* Allergic and non-allergic rhinitis

* Hypertension (high blood pressure)

* Use of blood thinning medications

* Alcohol abuse

* Less common causes include tumors and inherited bleeding problems

How do you stop the common nosebleed?

Most people who develop nose bleeding can handle the problem without the need of a physician if they follow the recommendations below:

1. Pinch all the soft parts of the nose together between your thumb and index finger.

2. Press firmly toward the face – compressing the pinched parts of the nose against the bones of the face.

3. Lean forward slightly with the head tilted forward. Leaning back or tilting the head back allows the blood to run back into your sinuses and throat and can cause gagging or inhaling the blood.

4. Hold the nose for at least five minutes. Repeat as necessary until the nose has stopped bleeding.

5. Sit quietly, keeping the head higher than the level of the heart. Do not lay flat or put your head between your legs.

6. Apply ice (wrapped in a towel) to nose and cheeks.

How do you prevent the nose from bleeding again?

1. Go home and rest with head elevated at 30 to 45 degrees.

2. Do not blow your nose or put anything into it. If you have to sneeze, open your mouth so that the air will escape out the mouth and not through the nose.

3. Do not strain during bowel movements. Use a stool softener (for example, Colace).

4. Do not strain or bend down to lift anything heavy.

5. Try to keep your head higher than the level of your heart.

6. Do not smoke.

7. Stay on a soft, cool diet. No hot liquids for at least 24 hours.

8. Do not take any medications that will thin the blood [aspirin, ibuprofen, clopidogrel bisulfate (Plavix) or warfarin (Coumadin)]. If these have been prescribed by your physician, you need to contact them regarding stopping these medications.

9. Your doctor may recommend some form of lubricating ointment for the inside of the nose (see below).

10. If re-bleeding occurs, try to clear the nose of clots by sniffing in forcefully. You can temporarily use a nasal decongestant spray, such as Afrin or Neo-Synephrine. These types of sprays constrict blood vessels. (NOTE: If used for many days at a time, these can cause addiction and do not use if you have high blood pressure.)

11. Repeat the steps above on how to stop the common nose bleed. If bleeding persists, call the doctor and/or visit to the emergency room.

Nosebleed At A Glance

* Nosebleeds are common due to the location of the nose on the face, and the large amount of blood vessels in the nose.

* The most common cause of nosebleeds is drying of the nasal membranes and this can be prevented with proper lubrication of the nasal passages and not picking nose.

* Most nosebleeds can be stopped at home.

* Consult a doctor for a nosebleed if bleeding cannot be stopped, there is a large amount of blood lost, or you feel weak or faint.

* A doctor may use nasal packs to stop nosebleeds when conservative measures fail.

* Do not take aspirin or other blood thinning products when you get a nosebleed (if they are doctor-prescribed, consult your doctor before stopping any medication).

Introducing…

I have been meaning to do this for a while:

Dearest Blogren,

How is it where you are?

I’d like to introduce to you:

Juanne and Dells… Just so you know, they are both pink!

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Yesterday and Tonight

Yay!!

So if you follow this blog, you will remember posts like: He shouted at me and Driving Blues and…

You know that feeling you get when you are about to sit for your finals, when you are about to get 4 teeth removed, going for an interview that could land you your dream job, closing a deal with a high profil client, just before you walk down the aisle…I believe you get the idea.

I’ve been waking up for everyday for the past 1 week very apprehensive about the test. Thursday morning was especially hectic – The advice i got was ‘Haaa…Those fellas will ask for bribes’,'Bambi, they are going to shout at you!’,'Kale you wont handle’,'If you fail it wont be your fault’, Yah, those are the friends/family i call my own.

Anyway, scared out of my brains, I was praying non-stop from like the week before..But you, there is almost always that ka small voice that says ‘What If’…Nevertheless I prayed mostly for confidence & a good test officer

Well! at about 1:30pm..The guy looked at me and said: ‘You did well, but practise some more…’ And that was it – After about 2 months of hassling, it was over in less than a day!!!

And yes, My test officer didn’t scream/yell at me…Sooo Thank you Jesus…Thank you Jesus….

PS:

Today, Phat Fest is on! Kyadondo Rugby Grounds is the place to be…Guest artist will be Emmanuel Jal (Some of his songs include: Bakiwara, War Child, Skirt too short, and many more). There will also be performances from Rufftone, Mr. Googs, Daddy Owen, Esther Wahome and DJ Riq from Kenya as well as Exodus a.k.a Ganja Man, Tickitah, Cristophabulous, Bugembe, Judith Babirye, H.O.P and Sherwin Gardner (Hotta Redda Fire!)…..Tickets available at the PowerFM Recption…..

Check it out

uh!

So i had written a post about this past weekend and now…it’s just disappeared!!!

Totally Random

So this time round i dare WordPress to fox me!!

So here i am, trying to upload a video in a cold silent room with no jumper to keep me warm.

Looks like I may be done uploading by mid morning and yet i paid for 24 hours….How ridiculous is that!

The one time you anticipate the link to be slow it picks up..Not that i am complaining…(Sigh)Its just one of those mornings. Did anyone see the rain this morning? Please tell me at least one of you was up, that was the other depressing thing. My bed was calling out to me..but i turned my head away.

So this place sells things to eat naye the price and the amount are not directly porportional, soooooooo i sneaked in some stuff and now am going to start munching away.

Almost 4 weeks ago, I think, I got train track (also known as braces), hence, I cannot eat Pork, Chicken, Meat or even bite into a hot chapati, apple, sandwich……Needless to say, I dying here…So today am rebelling, I packed crisps and Bagia (When did you last eat bagia? is Bagia the English equivalent or just school slang?)….Will be telling you how it goes.

So during the strike time, my jajja decided that he was going to come to Kampala – This was Thursday night. He informs everyone of his intended travel, his children were utterly shocked! They tried to persuade him to stay where it was much more peaceful i.e. the village. Alas it was all in vain.

Bright and early Friday morning, he hope onto a bus and makes his way toward Kampala. The route the bus takes is via Kayunga/Bugerere, there is no other way into Kampala, He had planned to stay at one of his sons houses, in…Natete. YOU GUY!!!! Long story short, he made it to Kampala safe and sound. You want to know his reason for travelling so far and risking his life? ‘Mbaga’ is what he said. To attend a wedding!!!!!!!!!!!! Wanna know where this event was going to take place? Ebbs!!!! So he had to travel from villa to Natete, then Sat morning, travel to Entebbe from Natete.

Imagine!

New Vision

Good morning all,

Time Check is 7:04am and there is no internet here.

So i am typing out this post in notepad.

This morning had promise to be disastrously off what with the waking up late,dreaming i was already at work, picking random things that i knew i needed,finding no internet.

But you see all that is fairly trivial, compared to the fact that i opened up today’s paper and found the wrong winning numbers. They were yesterdays numbers, i know this how, you wonder…

Because yesterday i had come dangerously close to winning!! All the anticipation of this morning rested on getting the newspaper today. No one told me that they repeat numbers, can’t remember seeing it in the instructions…(but then again, i never read them)

(sigh) (sigh)

and now i have to await my winning numbers in tomorrows paper…

Do you think they will put 2 sets?

Today’s and Tomorrows?

I sure hope so.

(sigh)

Depressed Cashlines addict

Children and Pictures

For some reason, I almost always notice children that live in Kampala.

I saw a little girl brushing her teeth. She would raise the yellow slightly heavy jerrycan (formerly contained Golden Fry oil) to her mouth. Then came the projectile spit into the road.

Then a 12 year old girl telling off a 10 year old boy on their way to school, “I have said, don’t talk to me” with her nose up in the air.

The four year old boy walking with his 3 year old sister in hand. They stop and wait of every car to pass by. If you are driving a Terrano, Nissan Mistral or one of those big trucks and they darted into the road – you wouldn’t see them.

The Makerere College boy riding his bicycle to school. He has to leave home early, so that he can ride at his own pace.

This morning, one of my friends sent me a link to a site that I hear has some of the best pictures…boston.com/bigpicture. Anyway, the pictures though really good, bring you back to reality: the ones below are of children in the Philippines (A week ago, a typhoon landed)…Here’s the link to the whole set of pictures

Old Skool

This is how i started today – some of these i have blogged about before…But hey who cares….

Here is to today…a toast: To My Old Skool

Diana Ross – You Can’t Hurry Love

I need love, love
To ease my mind
I need to find, find someone to call mine
But mama said

You can’t hurry love
No, you just have to wait
She said love don’t come easy
It’s a game of give and take

Billy Ocean – Out of my Dreams

Get outta my dreams
Get in to my car
Get outta my dream

Heart – These Dreams

These dreams go on when I close my eyes
Every second of the night I live another life
These dreams that sleep when its cold outside
Every moment Im awake the further Im away

5 Star – I Can’t Wait Another Minute

But I can’t wait another minute
I can’t wait another minute
Cuz I’ve been holding back all I feel
I’m for real
Cuz I can’t wait another minute
I can’t wait another minute for your love

Natalie Cole – Pink Cadillac

I love you for your pink Cadillac
Crushed velvet seats
Riding in the back, oozing down the street
Waving to the girls
PEELING out of sight

Graceland & Paul Simon – Diamonds on the soles of her shoes

She’s a rich girl
She don’t try to hide it
Diamonds on the soles of her shoes
He’s a poor boy
Empty as a pocket
Empty as a pocket with nothing to lose
Sing Ta na na  – Ta na na na
She got diamonds on the soles of her shoes
She got diamonds on the soles of her shoes

Temptations – My Girl

I’ve got sunshine
On a cloudy day.
When it’s cold outside,
I’ve got the month of May.

Well, I guess you’ll say
What can make me feel this way?
My girl. (My girl, my girl)
Talkin’ ’bout my girl. (My girl)

Boyz II Men – Thank You In Advance

Sitting here with a drink in my hand
Your presence I can’t ignore
I must admit I like watching you dance
But it seems like I’ve seen this before
Girl, you look like my first wife
Though I’ve never been married before
So I kiss your hand and tell you thank you
You turn and ask me what for….

Hi, my name is Shawn
Tell me your name
Although I know the last one
It’s funny that we’re shaking hands
[wait a minute, I know this hand]
It’s the same hand (I’ll hold in front of a minister)
Same hand (when you’re havin’ my son and his sister)
I don’t mean to sound so bold and forward
But I thank you in advance

The Friday COUNTDOWN…Are you in?

saying bye to a dear friend…

For the past few hours i knew what i wanted to say… However now it is all gone… My Tweepers know that yesterday I lost a dear sweet friend.

This is my farewell letter to her:

Dearest Jean,

You should know how yesterday was named “Black Tuesday”, and how the world on this side of the universe came to a stand still – Of course, it didn’t help that some of us were dressed in black.

Luv, you should see your friends profiles on facebook, it’s all awash with you. I’m guessing you never knew you would have such an impact on people. Lol, knowing you, you probably didn’t.

Friends across the globe and those that are far from home, are in serious shock. No one is sure what really happened, conflicting stories, and some really angry people in this place.

You would probably have smiled with your big eyes and said “Munange, that is life, hmph!” and then probably chased me out of your office

Ours was a funny relationship, you were the only one that side of work, that i could actually have playful banter with. Forever chasing me away, demanding I give you some of the juice I used to give Rach, rolling your eyes and covering your face when I would pass by. Me, of course doing the exact same thing to you.

Many have been saying, “She was too young”, “Those hospitals are like that”, “Munange it was time”, “He gives and takes away”, “We should take care of our bodies” – (No one is listening to this guy)..And a whole bunch of other things. Today, there will be tears for you….

I think you lived life to the fullest…You loved unconditionally, you served the Lord anyway you could, You impacted lives with your giving heart, You played and smiled, You shared your talent every Sunday morning, You shared you life with those close to you, you mentored children. You did all this and yet you were just 25 years old.

You were a gift to this earth and now you are needed else where. Singing with the heavenly hosts…

Even though I know I’m going to miss you, I am glad I got to know you, glad that you came into my life when you did.

Lol, I know it must irk you that you are going to have to welcome me…when I see you on the other side

Love you always

The Friday COUNTDOWN, are you in?

Nevender isn’t well

Hey Everyone,

Nev, isn’t well.

He is in Nsambya Hospital. He had a blood transfusion

He says he is sorry he wont be doing BHH tonight.

Please say a prayer for him.

If you want to go visit him: Nsambya Hospital Gonzaga Bed 8

Or drop him an sms….

Veronica…

Veronica…

Back then, you know, Loong long ago, Veronica used to stay with us. She had just joined campus and since our home was near to the great hill than hers, it was decided that she come and stay with us.

I think I was still in primary school, she was like the big sister I never got to meet. Dad called her Veron, for some reason mummy only spoke to her in Luganda. Then there was us, the children, forever to call her ‘veerroooo’.

My bestest time was when we power would go off. It is only now that I realise, she had a very active imagination. Vero would come u with stories, goodness, I remember when she told us about “Pretty Woman” – I watched the movie years later and I preffered her version.

“Vero sing us a song” – my sister and I would say in unison. Since we shared a room, she would tuck us in and then sing the same song – of course she told it as a story then sang the last part:

Sad Movies (Always Make Me Cry) – Sue Thompson

Sa-a-a-d movies always make me cry
He said he had to work so I went to the show alone
They turned down the lights and turned the projector on
And just as the news of the world started to begin
I saw my darlin’ and my best friend walk in
Though I was sittin’ there they didn’t see
And so they sat right down in front of me
When he kissed her lips I almost died
And in the middle of the color cartoon I started to cry.
Oh-oh-oh sa-a-a-d movies always make me cry
Oh-oh-oh sa-a-a-d movies always make me cry
And so I got up and slowly walked on home
And mama saw the tears and said “what’s wrong?”
And so to keep from telling her a lie
I just said “sa-a-a-d movies make me cry”
Oh-oh-oh sa-a-a-d movies always make me cry
Oh-oh-oh sa-a-a-d movies always make me cry
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Sa-a-a-d movies make me cry-i-i

Because we slept like logs, we had no idea that she used to read in the night. She was also a novel reader, back then MB’s were the in thing (Mills and Boon)…I think I read my first MB somewhere in primary.

Stories of campus – She had these friends….Banange you think TV/Movie University is woo/dope. There was always something about her friends each evening, who had a crush on who, who sent us greetings, what happened in class…

In her classic very deep voice, she would say, “Banange gwe”, “Gundi, come back here” or her a rich throaty laugh, Boy was she ticklish!!!

Then I was sent to some Camp like-so (Boarding school) and when I came back…She was gone!

She lives so far right now that visiting isn’t possible….I really miss those days.

Everyone should have a Vero atleast once in their lives.

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Falling apart

So it would seem I am slowly falling apart…

Almost everything isn’t working.

I recently realised my relationship may be falling apart

Last Friday, Jules said we should focus on HIS promises and not on our circumstances…

His promises seem so far away…so far away…

Am sad this thursday morning.

RT: Ugandan Girl- The Fall of the UG Blog Spirit