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Sorry 2008

2008-07-31T05:58:00.000-07:00

I'm sorry, I'm sorry
It's like I took one step ahead and two backwards
Man I'm Sorry
Ive not apologised before so I will do it a million times now
So here it comes for the months that have passed
And the months yet to come
Heres one million one.

This is my sorry for 2008
coz I cant promise I aint gonna mess up no more
I'm gonna take this chance , and make it clear.
Case I dont tell you,
Am sorry.

Its like not blogging for the seven months
and not planning to for the remaining five,
Damn I'm sorry
Its like reading other people's posts
and only the mean comments come to your mind,
Damn I'm sorry
Its like feeling a comment is genuine
but not saying it all the same
coz I didnt want to hurt you.
Damn so sorry.

I 'm sorry for the things I ve not done
Sorry for the things I am yet not to do
Sorry for the things Ive not said
sorry that the next step towards blogging
Ended in the biggest case of Plagiarism ever
Sorry Ruben.
Sorry that Ive said sorry so many sorry times
This is my sorry for, 2008.
And I ain't gonna say sorry no more, this year.
I'm 'a take this one chance, and make it real clear. case I don't tell you. I'm sorry.

911

2007-12-12T06:29:00.000-08:00

some one please call 911- 112 may delay,
Tell them I have lost my mind- what else can explain my very low thinking capacity!
I ve lost my pen- I can nolonger write,
I ve lost my keyboard- never really had one
Ive lost my P.C- why would I have a P.C without a keyboard?

Hey, did I ever say writers are bored people, well, I am nolonger bored so I can nolonger write, or think for that matter....sorry excuse, I ve really lost my super shakespaeran touch, tips on how to regain it are badly needed. thnx.

The Kampala dream!

2007-08-10T06:38:00.000-07:00

Chill the American dream... mine is the Kampala dream. Its easier to dream of stardom in Kampala than in Hollywood...I really thought I would be rich and famous by 21, (dont ask how old I am now) but all i dream of is returning to Kampala! My boss seams to have noticed that I become unsettled on Fridays and come late fidgeting on Mondays....but like Luther the King, I have a dream. A Kampala dream! I wish it was a bigger dream, like the American dream...but when in dreamland, do as dreamers do, they dream of the next best thing...

And about dreams, Kampala is star crazy! Its called CWS ( celebrity worship Syndrome) ...people are starstruck...appear on T.V today and in a taxi tomorrow and see how people stare at you! I have a friend who used to call herself a ULA ( upcoming Local Artist) because she featured in some ULA's music video! We want to live like them, they are living our dreams...but being around so many "local stars" has killed our dreams!

The Kampala dream is to be on BBA.....why not owning the show?

The Kampala dream is to be miss Uganda...where are the past beauty queens?

The Kampala dream is to produce a song like Bobi Wine...why want to do 'Kiwani...'

The Kampala dream is to produce a "Nigerian movie"...whatever happened to originality!

The Kampala dream is to make a church...what about going to heaven.

Kampala dreams of chogm....I dream of conquering England!
If it is a dream, let it be a big big dream...so when it comes true, u go like, I don't want to wake up!!!!!!
To all dreamers!

Eating That Frog!

2007-06-09T07:48:00.000-07:00

Faking it is easy, but eating it is real! Of late, I've been reading Eat That Frog (Brain Tracy) and Eating a real Frog. That is why I was not able to fake (as in Yiya) another blog! Sorry Iwaya!

The book says if you are to eat a Frog, then Eat the ugliest and fattest in the pond! I have been there and its not easy. You do wanna know the kind of Frog I am eating! After streeting (as in job hunting) I land a "fat" job! I under go serious training and I think, "this is the first day of happily ever after!" and lo and behold, I am deployed to work up country. Am taking about no water, no internet, no soap dish, no bathroom, no newspaper, no toilet paper, no stable network, no trousers, no nothing... and toilets that are something close to flats! I reach there and I cant believe it.

Thanks to my super ego, I decide to fake it and enjoy my work! After all, I am riding a big bike! (There is no excuse for not doing your job) Two weeks down the road, I HATE my job, I HATE my clients, I HATE my super ego for not leaving the job (people will think I have failed) and I HATE my employers for giving me a job which is even outside my career ( I always thought I would be a journalist of sorts) and I HATE Brain for writing that book... which has given me the courage to go on eating a really ugly Frog! Besides the word Frog, Procrastination is written over 1000 times reminding of my favourite roomie and making me read it to the end.

The book says I cant eat every tadpole and Frog in the pond, but I can eat the ugliest and the biggest! and well that I have to be my personal cheer leader so....Go Gal! Kyazie (Its called Kyazanga but naturally, I have faked a name for it) is not the limit!

In another development....

Hats off forSunday Vision for writing about my favourite brogren! I saw 27th Comrade, jackfruity, and was like what! I know those guys! wait a minute...in blogsphere!

FAKE IT

2007-05-12T08:50:00.000-07:00

I don't love Bobbi Wine's songs, basically because I don't click them, and don't ask me who Bobbi Wine is, I have heard that question before, forgive my meanness, he is one of those local stars who have managed to Fake it and Make it. And a friend just explained one of his "hit song" to me "Kiwani" That 90% of women's hair is "Kiwana" as in Fake! and so is what they offer...again I disagree with him, 99% of stuff is Fake!

Its Fake and its spectacular!

You can fake everything from a hand bag to nationality! The reason justifies the act. You may have to Fake an American accent at the immigration office at a Kampala airport because the Americans get better treatment at the UGANDAN airport or to impress a chick next door!

You may have to fake being a Rwandese because you are lucky that you come from some where close to the Ugandan border and where you live Rwandese are hot! But of course you may want to pass as Rwandese until the job you really want is strictly for Ugandans!

You don't have to spend $500 on a ring to propose to her, there is definitely a Fake but spectacular copy of it at 10K as in shillings! You don't have to spend 10k in the Cinema for a movie, there is a Fake but spectacular copy of the movie premiering on Kla Rd at half the price or better still, a translated copy.

There is this job you want but you definitely wont qualify, Fake the C.V! you will sort it out at the interview!

You don't have to go to Arapapa to look like Juliana...just get a copy of a newspaper, copy the design and find a Fake but spectacular copy in Owino!

You don't have to leave your man wondering whether he pleased you or not, just Fake it.

And if you cant write, fake a blog. I just did!

You are the master of the game, but be sure you know how long you are going to kiss the frog before you meet the prince!

If you cant be white, at least be Red!

2007-04-16T08:31:00.000-07:00

One, I am not a racist! Two, I am not very black. I don’t even know the colour of my skin. Is it coffee brown, lemon brown, orange orange or yellow orange?

Two people are dead in similar circumstances, the difference is that one is red the other is black. The black kid knocked down is no news; that the red Indian (investor) dead is news. (Headline!) Two Ugandans reporting! Even our super Journalist are not concerned! wait a minute, maybe they are, but the story won't sale. Whatever happened to Humanitarianism.

Rawal is like any other Ugandan doing Kyeyo abroad! That he died before he married the love of his life is very sad, something I wouldn’t wish for my worst enemy, but it is not a matter of national security! To the extent that red topped boys (military police) should be put at every Indian home! Its sad for anyone to die, so it is as sad that the young boy that was knocked down.

And how many Ugandans die there and no one is concerned. I don’t blame the Indians, or whites for that matter. I blame Ugandans for being so black at heart that they believe the worst is meant for them, and not for the reds and whites! I don’t even know the kid’s name, who knows him? (ani amumanyi?)

love story

2007-03-17T10:33:00.000-07:00

My married Friends

2007-02-19T07:29:00.000-08:00

Dont blame me for not blogging too often. There is this new job I have found- weddings! Yes, weddings in Uganda have become a job! my blogging time has been taken up by wedding meetings, bridal showers, real weddings. I love doing this, doing it for my friends. I mean thats what friends are for, isnt it. I actually love being in the mix, preparing and all, but I hate it when my married friends, for whom I sacrificed my time, and little money start acting wierd.

All of a sudden, its nolonger I but we. I cant make it, we are going to see some friend of ours....

I am sorry I couldnt give you a gift on your birthday, we are building.... ( she is not working, so I will understand about the gift, but about the building?)

O.k, they are nolonger one but two ( or is it nolonger two but one) but why throw out your friends?

My married friends feel sorry for me! actually pity me. They remind that I need a man every time I am with them! They even go an extra mile to try and hook me up with their husband's unmarried friends! Sometimes I think they are insecure. They try to get me out of the way, coz they think being single, I am out to grab their men! yet I feel I am supposed to feel sorry for them. I mean, we are young and they are married, committed for life! I want to believe that at 23 (feel free to add or subtract 3), I should be free as a bird! But they are nolonger available for plot, they have some washing to do at home! how interesting. they cannot go for a party unless he is going! how convinient! So if the husband is going, and I am going with them as a friend, we shall be three, how interesting!

I go to visit my married friends, I mean, friends are friends forever. They feel obliged to drop me home afterwards, but then they are not the ones to drop me, he has to..., because he is the one with the car, and he goes cursing about the traffic jam, what an inconvinience!

My married friends bore me, these days, they cannot sustain an interesting chat. It is always, "me, John Bosco does this..., Me, my husband is like this, us, we are doing this..." and suddenly he becomes the centre of their lives... I mean we are supposed to be looking for jobs, planning for the future, applying for scholarships, sending eachother mail, going for girls nights out, enjoying our youth.

I cant throw my married friends out though, I am not yet married! And I am not sour graping, and one day I might sell out, join the enemy, the married friends!

Advertising to a higher level

2007-01-09T07:07:00.000-08:00

Here are some signs you wont find anywhere else apart from Kampala

At a Maternity Clinic:
St. James Domiciliary. Services offered:
Post natal, ant natal and deliveries

At a box where phones are repaired
Dealers in phone repairing and telecommunication

On a banner at a restaurant on Kampala Road
We offer wedding meetings, graduation parties, and any other functions

At a Rolex box
Pop in for the best chapattis, Rolex ….

At an eating place in a Kampala suburb
Utopia Restaurant

At a place where clothes are hand washed
Universal Dry Cleaning agents

At a Retail shop in town
Beatable prices, hurry while stock lasts

At a public pay phone
A minute ends at 57 seconds

At a shop in town
Why go anywhere else to be cheated when you can come here?

Worst Idea Reviewed!

2006-12-21T05:46:00.000-08:00

Since friends, family, well wishers and secret admirers [ apart from one who bought me a phone that got lost before Xmas] seemed to ignore my call for christmas gifts (Its not too late though) I decided to buy myself a book... my usual gift to myself. I walk into Aristoc confidently. I dont know what book I want. Naturally, I read through the Danielle Steel titles, then to Sidney Sheldon and it looks like I have read all of them...
I go to the Self Helps, I have promised my self not to touch those books again so I move on.

Now I know what I am looking for, the book that appears on every Baz blog I read! I cant seem to find it.Is it actually there or is it another Baz prank?

I decide to ask the attendant who I will call waiter in this case.

Rae: Do you have this new book by Ernest Bazanye? (I don't even know the title!)
Waiter: Is he a Ugandan?

Am about to ask her if she is Ugandan but I am at my best behaviour so I nod. Come to think of it, am not sure if he is Ugandan any more coz the "model" on his profile seems Nigerian. She shows me to the shelf with Ugandan titles...and there it is, in deep Red against a deep yellow background.Big caps. WORST IDEA! Am not sure if buying this book is a good idea anymore. I decide to read behind the book (cover). The image of the model on the blog vanishes at the sight of the "worst Idea model." He is a real looker! he is looking wicked too, making him a heart breaker.

Rae:I will take the book.

Judging a book by its cover was not a bad idea after all. I couldnt put the book down. I read from cover to cover without changing position. I imagined all those bad ideas going through the young boy's head.

If you think I am going to write what the Worst Idea is or is about, sorry to burst your bubble; I wont coz I can't. How can I summarise a "super egoed" man's phylosophies that were compiled since pre historic times in one blog?

All I can say is its worth every penny....

And Baz should apologise to Lumumba students who did B. Com and graduated in 1998.....

And Baz seems to have replaced his obsession with Beyonce with Tindatine!

Bottom line, it was my day's best buy. Buy it.

Baz, it is not tatooted on my butt...but pay for the commercial!

White or Brown

2006-12-17T08:15:00.000-08:00

Brown Christmas.

"I am dreaming of a white Christmas"
This is a song I ve heard for almost all my life
But some how I never really see the white christmas
Its always brown...
Instead of snow,
I see mud ( it usually rains on Christmas and I bet it will this Christmas)
I still dream of a white christmas though.

But:
What if mud had been given the colour white...
Or brown called white instead....
Then we would get a white christmas.

And what if snow had been brown
and the song writer dreamt of a brown christmas.....
then we would dream of a brown christmas....

From whatever perspective
Brown or white...
make the best of this christmas
it may not make sense
but its a holiday!!!

To all of you...
May your days be Merry and Bright...
And my all your christmas days be brown

Miss Independent

2006-11-28T07:15:00.000-08:00

Miss Independent: Bliss or Frus?

I still remember the day I moved into my own house... read room. I was so excited, like I owned a mansion. Hope they dont read this but I was not sure about leaving my former roommates....(I had one, and then so many). But I was feeling the mature one, who was finishing school, who needs to start her own life. I felt I needed a break from my family much as I loved them so much. I felt I would do without boyfriends until I had established myself. Life would be bliss

Almost 11 months down the road... I cant tell whether its bliss or frus.

I have to laugh at Jokes alone, blunders too and wish my sister was around.

I spend so long without arguing and wish my roommates were around.

I cant watch a movie coz I will dose yet I could watch movies all night.

I get bored and start beeping (I hate beeping!)

I have to call my girl friends to go with me for a party, if they cant make it, I dont go!

I go home late intentionally so I dont be alone, so I spend more time at people's places than at mine

I cant stand a whole weekend at home!!

But then again.....

I can leave my bed unlaid and get away with it

I dont have to cook, wash dishes...

I dont have to explain to anyone why am late

I can do without supper

I still can laugh at a funny thing even when am alone

I dont have to pretend with myself

I still cant tell whether its bliss or frus....

But then

Make it Count

2006-10-31T07:48:00.000-08:00

HOW TO DO THINGS WITHOUT READING A "HOW TO"

If you understood season 1 of this blog, you would not be reading this.

Still with me? I thought so...

Previously....

They tell you how to do something, how to do everything! They are called Self- Help books. They have all kinds of titles that make them a must read. I call them “How to” books. They have titles like 'How to get whatever you want,' 'How to win friends and influence people,' 'How to help your husband get rich so you don’t have to work!' and they are really nice books. Most successful men have a “how to” attached to their success. Bill Clinton himself attributes his success to 'How to get control of your time and your life' by Alan Lakein. ( you can read tehe book if you want, never know you could be the next American president!)
You’ve probably bought a “How to” for your library already. ..

And now....

“How to” books are said to help an individual or a group better themselves economically, intellectually and emotionally. They tend to create a placebo effect where by the reader is conceived that it will work because they believe it will work. They have been criticised for creating a pseudoscientific assertion that tend to mislead the customer.

However, there is growing evidence that psychological therapies for anxiety, depression and other common mental problems can be delivered through books, computer programs and other media. People tend to prefer to solve problems on their own but they end up seeking easy answers through “how to” books which may not be easy to apply. Some people may not be willing to apply what the book says to real life situations and most people quote insights basing on Jackets and titles.

However, the craze for “How to” books has overwhelmed all men, you and I can only try to resist the pressure of thinking you must read a “how to” to do it. After all, we end up spending all the time reading the “How to” and the next book by the same author without really having time to practice. So how do we avoid the pressure?

By reading this "how to" of course

1. Read the “How to” but don’t take everything in it as gospel truth. What worked for Stephen Covey may not work for you, but of course you can compare notes!

2. Follow your conscience. If you have read “how to” books like I have, you realise that what they suggest is what you thought about or what you have been thinking of doing. I for example read “How to get whatever you want” and number one was, Ask! This seems so obvious, its what your conscience would tell you, so listen to your conscience.

3. Use your own method. Try out something new. Write your own “how to” and follow that. Decide what you want to do and how you want to do it. There is no one correct way of doing things. Your own way is in your head not in a “How to”.

4. Relax over a “How to” but don’t read it like reading it cover to cover while making notes will make you a millionaire the next day. I tried to read a “How to” on Stress Management, but I realised reading it was stress itself.

Relaxing over a “how to” however is good. You can pick one or two lines, after all, we all learn from somewhere and it could be from a “How to.” And in case you haven’t noticed, this article is a “How to!”

4. Finally, the only way to get rich from a "how to" is by writing one...

Forwarded Mail!!!

2006-10-19T05:46:00.000-07:00

Everytime I check my mail, am like whoow... my friends are thinking of me. The inbox is almost full. Reality Check: Its forwarded mail again! And its not something a friend read and wished you could read. Someone out there has threatened that not sending that mail shows they don't love God, or worse still, they will miss a good fortune. I have to read through 1000 addresses that the same mail has been forwarded to before I can read "my mail!" And I am thinking what is my friend up to? I somehow read to the end, and I am intimidated into forwarding it again since a young girl's life depends on it. It saves me the trouble of thinking of what to write to some people, though. At least I keep in touch. I forward mail to them.

How To!

2006-10-17T07:03:00.000-07:00

I go to Aristoc naturally to buy a book, yeah I buy a book sometimes when I can spoil myself a little. Even when a really broke, which is most of the time, I go window shopping for books. I am looking through all those books and wishing if I was a rich gal, I would have all the books in the world. so I see this particular section of Self - Help books. I love looking at them, the titles especially and I am thinking, whow, I could write a how to on HOW TO DO THINGS WITHOUT READING A HOW TO. Here is season one, of the book.

They are called Self - help books, i call them How tos. They tell you how to do everything! How to win friends and influence people, How to do whatever you want, How to help your husband get rich so you dont have to work!! any thing you have ever hoped to do, there is a book attached to it. Behind every successful man or woman ( or besides, infront, whatever) is a How to. Bill Clinton himself has read one, ( find out from MY LIFE). Here's how to do things without reading a How to, well Step one: Don't read this book, its going to be a How to.

Step two: watch out for season two.

Ouch!

2006-10-07T09:04:00.000-07:00

Do you have to carry her handbag?????

Make it Count

2006-10-03T11:34:00.000-07:00

Make it Count
Ugandan Humour
Good sense of Humour is on the list of every gal looking for a boy (dont worry, you lie somewhere between gal or boy)
But the Ugandan idea of sense of humour is so not amusing.
One: They tell a joke and explain it too.
Two: They think for it to be funny, it has to be vulgur
Three: They tell other people's jokes as though they were their own.
Four: They never understand a joke unless you explain it to them.
Five: When they realise it made people luagh, they repeat it.
Finally: They can't tell it was a joke unless you tell them it was one.

As for me, if he is Ugandan, I would rather he had no sense of humour at all.

Make it Count

2006-10-03T11:06:00.000-07:00

Make it Count

APPRECIATE THE LITTLE THINGS IN LIFE
Rachael: appreciate the little things in life.
Blogger: I have heard that tale before, tell me something new.

Rachael: Blogger, I thought I tried to appreciate life. I mean I could tell when the sun is beautiful, when the full moon is out and when the air is fresh, are'nt these the little things that matter most in life?

But I could also tell that my nose could have been a little smaller and sharper and it would do me good to have an Angelina Jolie mouth, a Jenifer Lopez body and well, baby skin. It has taken a minute in Cancer Institute Mulago to make me know better. The first blow was that my brother is to be admitted in the institute. My brother? in Cancer Institute? How? he was in pain and he had to go. We were all praying for his healing, asking God why.But the moment we stepped in that ward, we even wondered why we were there. Compared to the people in the room, my brother was very very fine.

I saw kids whose body parts had been eaten up by cancer, were wailing in pain, their hair was falling off, and they still continued to live. At first I asked God why he had to let these people live on in amidst of all the pain. I tried not to look at them, I couldnt face them. I felt bad that i was very fine, and these people had all this pain. There is one particular kid who touched my heart. A young girl whose lips and nose had been eaten up. she was so tiny, like there was no flesh under her skin. The most hurting bit was that she was crying, hugging her caretaker saying 'nyamba..' help me.I felt tears coming out of my eyes, I had to move out.

There were many others. But what touched me most was the peace that hovers around that ward. There is no executive wing, no side rooms, no private wards. All patients are equal. they dont complain. they live in harmony, like they know the real value of life. The doctors there are really gifted. They know each patient by name, they know their problems and history and are genuinely interested in them. It would take a conscienceless person not to.

I have since learnt to appreciate me, to count the blessings not the curses, to appreciate people around me and mostly to appreciate blogger who i can share this story with.

Make it Count

2006-09-28T06:55:00.000-07:00

ladies and Gentlemen, Introducing, Make it count!!
Make each day of your life count by reading this interesting blogger everyday.

To realizeThe value of a sister/brother-Ask someoneWho doesn't have one.
To realizeThe value of ten years- Ask a newlyDivorced couple.
To realizeThe value of four years-Ask a graduate.
To realizeThe value of one year-Ask a student whoHas failed a final exam.
To realizeThe value of nine months-Ask a mother who gave birth to a still born.
To realizeThe value of one month-Ask a motherwho has given birth toA premature baby.
To realizeThe value of one week-Ask an editor of a weekly newspaper.
To realizeThe value of one hour-Ask the lovers who are waiting to Meet.
To realizeThe value of one minute-Ask a personWho has missed the train, bus or plane.
To realizeThe value of one-second-Ask a personWho has survived an accident...
To realizeThe value of one millisecond-Ask the person who has won a silver medal in the Olympics
Time waits for no one.
Treasure every moment you have.
Make each Day of your life count