Sorry 2008

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

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!

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!

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

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!

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?)

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