This is why you love me, right? Right?…it’s ok. You can say it a.k.a the April ‘09 BHH update

Posted in BHH on May 4, 2009 by Heaven

So I get to Mateo’s  and even though I am quite late, there are rather a few people: Mr. B2B, Rogue King, Walk on by, Antipop and yes, the 27th Comrade himself. This is not good but what is worse is that the BHH charperson a.k.a the one who we could argue has kept BHH going a.k.a the one you are always sure to find at BHH even as a newbie you may fear that you will find no one a.k.a Darlkom aka Dee a.k.a Darlyne is not here. Is this truly BHH, some one who knows about BHH and Darlyne may wonder? Later on, we find out, that the poor darling forgot about BHH and instead went to the movies(reader, do feign betrayal). And on realizing that it was indeed the BHH day, she screamed, “oh God no!” on top of her voice, stood up in a panic, threw the popcorn at her date, and ran out to join us at Mateos…or something like that. Her date as it turns out was our very own Bazanye so she didn’t have to be as dramatic as I wish she had been. So after the movie, they came over to Mateo’s. Also in attendance were Carsozy and the Dare devil herself.

 

International pressing  issues that were discussed:

  1. Our sympathy to Rogue King on the loss of his laptop.
  2.  Is Sleek (of Sleek and wild) a chic or a guy?
  3. Is Detamble pregnant? How come she no longer comes out? (that was in form of a direct question for 27th who remained speechless for eternity. Rogue King later told him that the best way to answer such questions is by saying, “I can neither deny nor confirm that.”
  4. So we know B2b has a Mrs. Is there a Rogue Queen or a ka easy weak chic? And uncle pop (upon which everyone chuckled knowingly and I begged in vain to be let in on the secret.) 27th pushed it further by asking me whether there was a hell. We never got into what Walkon by’s significant other would be or Dare devil’s for that matter. Feel free to offer.
  5. We had an agony aunt/uncle session where one of us needed advice on what to do with this guy who is doing all things right even though she fears he might have a kid and yet he hasn’t come out to tell her about it. I won’t tell you who she was. Look out for the story on her blog. That’s what you get for missing BHH.
  6. Something about GUG which I do not quite remember. Oba what was it?
  7. B2B: the only chic you can call ‘dawg’ on blogger is Antipop. Discuss. (I argued that Cheri could as well cos she has that ghetto fabulousness about her…and she is a self confessed as if mafia. No?)
  8. Kasozi, why do you go stress our tongues with CaRsozy?
  9. Carsozy’s move to the hamptons a.k.a wordpress.

 

Obvious world threatening issues that did not quite pique our interest but were mentioned non the less

  1. The swine flu.

 I left shortly after that.

Grrr! Sleek and Mr. B2B tagged me!

Posted in In pursuit of relevance on April 27, 2009 by Heaven

Ooops! I forgot that I am actually supposed to brag about this so when you read the title, kindly imagine that I am feigning my irritation (which may not exactly be the honest truth). 

so, honestly speaking:

1. I am extremely, immensely terrified of escalators. I cannot even describe it. I hate Capital Shoppers (the one opposite MUBS) because to go to their second floor, you have to take the damn escalators. I have been on that floor once and that was because they were not working but the whole time I was wondering if they got back on, how would I get down?!

2. I have what is threatening to turn into a colossal cyber girl crush on Scotchie (she of the Greenfinity fame). The girl just can’t stop! She writes things that wow me beyond what I can say and make me wish I could just peep into her brain and see all her thoughts…Now, like a shy smitten boy, I will ask that you keep my secret and please don’t tell her. Ok? please?…ok!

3. I have of late been asked by almost all my male friends whether I have ever kissed a girl. Yes, I have kissed a girl. Come to think of it, my first real kiss (tongue and all) was with a girl. She is my cousin (I know you are thinking incestuous lesbian love?). We were 10. We had watched people kissing on t.v and we decided to try it out. After we were like, “This is it? What the fuss?” …now i am older, wiser and more experienced and i tot’lly know what the fuss is about.

4. I love saying the word sumptuous…(says to herself: sumptuous…sumptuous!)

5. I know I have yucked you guys about my boyfriend already but honestly(which is what this is about) I have never dated anybody that makes feel comfortable, secure and loved as he does. I have never been in a relationship where I have no disquieting thought at the back of my mind. Being in love with him has made me believe that being in love with your friend is the best thing that can happen to you.

6. I think I am developing backwards. At the time when all my friends had acne, my skin was all clear. Now I wake up sometimes and I cannot even recognize myself.

7. I have sweaty palms so i don’t really like holding hands, or handshakes…and it makes me wash my hands at a frequency that is insane.

8. I love watching awards shows. Oscars, Emmys, BET, Grammies…name it! Plus yes, PAM Awards. I love to see what people feel at that “defining moment.”… a couple of times I have also practiced what I will say when I get an award. I just don’t know what the award will be for though.

9. I want one day to mess with my boyfriend. You know that pms that makes crazy chics say things like “you think I am fat” and then break down and bawl? I want to do that one day. In public. Break down and throw a tantrum at things like “ why are you winking at her?” or “ you think I am stupid” or “you don’t think that joke was funny”…just for the fun of it.

10. For the last couple of months, I have slipped in and out of depression. A depression that shook the very basic things that someone should believe about themselves. Basic, basic things like not being comfortable in one’s skin or being afraid that the sun is coming up. About two months ago, I realized that I was blaming the world for not making me happy as if the world owes me a loving. I decided to take my life back and be in charge again. I am not yet where I should be but I am happy to be alive, I look forward to a new day and I am starting to like again what I see when I am walking past the mirror (ya. Mary J Blige rocks!)

Now, because I am just pure evil, I won’t tag anybody because I think almost everybody has been tagged. No? They will eventually…Wait, i haven’t read Scotchie’s honest scrap so ya, i am tagging Scotchbiscuits of the Greenfinity fame(oh crap!now she is going to find out about my crush!). i won’t even give her rules! just take it away!

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My code of belief:

“This is the true joy of life: the being used for a purpose recognised asa mighty one: the being thoroughly worn out before you are thrown on a scrap heap: the being a force of  nature instead of a feverish, selfish, little clod of ailments and grievances complaining that the world will not devote itself to making you happy.”

-George Bernard Shaw.

I meant to post something else…then i saw another!

Posted in tell me if our country aint screwed up! with tags on April 23, 2009 by Heaven

What do you tell your boss when he/she asks you to do something that goes against everything that you believe in. i am not talking about sexual harrassment because that is easy(you tell him tomanyira…and bambi i won’t quit just because you are stray. oswadde!) but you know, things like he wants you to do the dirty work for him/her. say bribe someone so you can get work done. you know that you can get that work done even without having to bribe someone although it might take you longer and the boss needs it  done now so the boss insists that the solution is bribery.

 

or, say if you and your boss sell tomatoes. yes. tomatoes. and then a particular customer asks for say 20 tomatoes and you have only 12. so the boss says, ” we don’t have those other tomatoes but we have some bad tomatoes-although they are not rotting yet, that we can mix in and they will never know.”…ofcourse they will know. they are going to use the damn tomatoes!…and really, do you know how infuriating that is when it is done to you?…so what do you tell your boss….no, i won’t?

 

…and then, when i was writing this post, i glanced over at today’s New Vision…and this is the screwed up country in which we live! read this story: http://newvision.co.ug/D/8/26/678908

 

or if link is giving you a hard time, let me just copy and paste for you.

 

Molested boy expelled from school, culprit out on bail

By Gladys Kalibbala

Nnalongo (real name withheld), a resident in Lunnyo village, Entebbe Municipality is in a dilemma after her son was sodomised and later expelled from school.

The widow, a mother of seven children, says she is devastated after the ‘double torture’ to her son.

“Before my boy has recovered from the trauma of being sodomised, we find he has nowhere to study from,” she wails.

She narrates that she fainted immediately after making an alarm which attracted a big crowd.

She could not stand the shock of watching a trusted family friend sucking the private parts of her 12-year-old son.

Her children called him ‘uncle’ because of his close relationship to Nnalongo. The incident happened next door to Nnalongo’s home in Herman Kalule’s hair salon. Kalule is the area LC1 youth secretary.

“What Kalule did was terrible,” she says. She adds that according to Deutronomy Chapter 28, a man who engages in a sexual relationship with a fellow man is cursed in the eyes of the Lord.

“I have to pray and fast intensively and beg the Almighty Lord to lift that curse off my dear son,” she says while sobbing.

On the fateful day, Nnalongo was picked from Nakiwogo landing site where she works, as one of her daughters studying in Kampala was seriously sick.

However, her plans changed when she got home and found one of her sons missing.

On inquiry, she was told he was seen with Kalule at the salon. She rushed there to let him know about the sick girl. When she got there, the door was closed and there was music playing. She panicked and kicked the door open.

“Oh! I don’t want to remember how Kalule was sucking the tip of my son’s penis,” she says.

Nnalongo reported the matter to the Police, but when Kalule was taken to court, he was bailed out. Over the Easter weekend, he invaded her home, but she was not home, so he insulted her children.

A lady passing by says she heard Kalule calling the children’s mother a poor woman. The witness says Kalule said it would be impossible for him to stay in jail because he has enough money to bail him out.

To add insult to injury, Nnalongo received a letter from the school, advising her to take her son elsewhere as the administration feared that their reputation might be tarnished because of the boy.

“This boy may have already gone deep into the homosexual behaviour and end up spoiling other children in the school,” commented a teacher.

Nnalongo says since she has meagre resources, her son has been sponsored by friends who will not be happy and may stop giving them money if she does not produce a school report for this term.

Meanwhile, Kajumba Mayanja, a psychologist from Makerere University, advises that the boy is young and still traumatised from the incident and needs total support from his school and family.

“This is a situation where the school should work hand-in-hand with the parents to see that legal action is taken against whoever molested the boy instead of punishing him for a crime he cannot understand,” he explains.

Kajumba cautions the public to stop regarding such minors as culprits in cases of defilement or sodomy because they are too young to make a concession regarding their behaviour.

He advises parents to show love and not punish the boy because he needs a lot of comfort at the moment as he may have either been influenced by the man who is much older than him or even forced into this. Kalule is suspected to be in his 30s.

“The young boy needs urgent care of a psychologist or counsellor to help him overcome the situation.There is also a need to see that he is helped to overcome the homosexual influence,” he said.

Repeat offender
Nnalongo, a born-again Christian, confesses that like many other people in Lunnyo, she has heard rumours about Kalule’s homosexuality.

Little did she know that he even involves children as young as her son.

Nnalongo took her son for a medical check-up at Entebbe Hospital and the results showed that the boy had ever been penetrated, which brings her to the conclusion that this was not the first time.

She recalls that sometime last year, her daughter used to complain that her brother’s underwear was always soiled.

She had also seen the soiled underwear and ordered the boy to wash them.

In the same area, a 17-year-old boy confessed that Kalule, who was a friend of his family, started sexually abusing him from the age of six to 13.

He broke off the relationship after his 10-year-old friend who was also pursued by Kalule, shared his dilemma with him.

The other boy says he refused to accept Kalule’s advances, although he still fears to tell his parents.

A survey among the residents in the area revealed that many women who had found out what their sons had gone through just kept quiet, saying they never wanted their children to be embarrassed.

One lady narrates how a few years ago, Kalule was caught with a boy when he was working in Nzabanita’s Salon around the former Entebbe bus park.

It is alleged that Kalule went into hiding when the father of the boy, an army man, started looking for him.

After the fury ebbed, Kalule returned and has been working in his salon at Lunnyo for about four years.

The residents say the salon is usually occupied by young boys, including those whom Kalule pays school fees for.

The shit dreams are made of!…(a rant)

Posted in it's just one of those days on April 19, 2009 by Heaven

I know that lately I have been the biggest advocate for dreams and having them nurtured and eventually realized. But when you become a fan of a reality show such as (or especially) American Idols, you begin to wonder whether your dream is as ridiculous as the people you watch. Ya. You know those people in the first rounds who wouldn’t sing to save their own lives.

Presenting other situations that have made me question what we dream of.

 1. I ran into a friend of mine recently. Considerably nice girl. There was a time in her life that she dated a man that really excited her. The problem was, he got a bit of celebrity status in Uganda and the girl started to believe that the man was exciting every other girl. True, when men in Ug attain celeb status (however insignificant) they tend to stray. However, my friend here was extremely insecure and even though the guy was a good person, she tended to believe that all girls had crushes on him and wanted him so the relationship was dissolved. Since then, she swore off men even though she was heard uttering unremitting prayers for the perfect man. When I ran into her, she told me she had good news.

Me: ‘Ya? Tell me. Tell me!”

 Her: “I got a ma-A-n.” (sing song)

Me: Ya? That’s so nice. Tell me about him

Her: “…and he has a ride! He even picks me and drops me for my lectures when it rains mob!”

 …and that is where I stopped listening to her. I started asking myself whether all the times she prayed and made a list of the man she wanted (oh yeah. We do make lists. Even yours truly) she asked for man with a ride or a man who would be very thoughtful that if he had a car he would drop her for her lectures in a heavy downpour.

Seriously!

To this day, I have no clue what his name is. I just know he has a ride.

2. You know those guys that you meet and then when you look back you are thankful that you never were even if you two were threatening to be? So I ran into one of those recently. He is a nice guy. We just couldn’t be. For starters, I could hardly get a word out of him. And so he did things that I was supposed to read into and fall for him but I am all for, “if you like it, say it.” So I will shut up and look at you run around me in circles and if you don’t say it, I will act like I don’t notice. He eventually said it but then I was on the way out. We stayed in touch a bit and when I ran into him, we decided to sit down and chat a bit. So he tells me what he has been up to, asks after my boyfriend, blah, blah, blah. Then he whips out his phone, scrolls through messages and shows me messages that I had sent him like a year and a half a go!!! Nothing really worth saving if you ask me. Things like “thanks for dinner tonight. Goodnight.” Can you believe that? I felt like he was stalking my mind!!!

Then he goes, “we could have been!”

 Oh hell no!!! In your dreams!!!

3. How do you tell a 37 year old father of two that contrary to what he has made himself believe, you are infact not the woman of his dreams?

Note: you have already played:

a).The ‘I have a hot, fresh to death boyfriend’ card. He is so hot that every time I see him I want to throw myself at him and scream, “Shag me. Shag me.”(Please, for the love of a good tale, do not let the dramatic effect be lost on you!) Yes, when you are playing the boyfriend card, you totally have to milk it. But as men his age are wont to he says “what can a young man do for you? He is just confusing you. Me I have…. (Then he starts listing his property.

b) The ‘I have to go back to school’ card. The thing with men like him is their time is sorta running out. So he wants to vibe you one day, shag you the next (make you pregnant while at it), then you become the step mom of his kids on the third day. Going back to school is like the perfect way to tell him off. Then he says, education is overrated. “Me I have never even used my Master’s degree. Besides you will totally be taken care of.”

c) The religion card. He is a Moslem and well, your dad’s a church elder. You love the stuff he calls “stagafulayi” or whatever. Then he says, he could get used to going to church.

d) Do you then start to avoid his calls? What if he resorts to texting  nauseating messages such as, “ My children would love you!”

 Nya ha ha ha ha! In your dreams!!!

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I’ve dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas; they’ve gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the colour of my mind.” Emily Bronte

Upon graduating…the memories

Posted in from my notebook on April 8, 2009 by Heaven

*This I wrote in my notebook the day after graduation, January. 2009.*

PRIMARY: I remember vividly my mother forcing me to have breakfast. She believes it is the most important meal of the day and even when she was sure I was already late, she would hold her kiboko and force me to “take your breakfast this instant!” Because of taking breakfast under that pressure and knowing that I was going to be spanked for being late, I always had nausea in the morning.

P.1: My dad takes a teacher to the headmaster for continuously writing my name wrongly and insisting that maybe my dad meant to write it her way. Her version of my name made me a Muganda girl called Wanyana. It grossly infuriated my dad.

P.2: Read the bible at the school assembly. It was a luganda bible. I think the scripture was from Proverbs. It said: “Atakole n’okulya talyenga.” (He who does not work will not eat.) My mum never stopped to talk about it for the longest time!

P.3: My best friend and I and other kids go to UTV. I keep stretching my hands during story time just to make sure no one misses seeing me.

p.5- p.6: strive so hard to stay in the school choir. It was the most fun in school because it meant lots of trips. Being chased away from the choir was the biggest form of embarrassment at the time.

P.7: Headgirl!

First term: get back from holidays and discover that a classmate, Fridah Arinaitwe had passed away. It was the first time I think I understood death (even though I had lost my sister when I was 5. I didn’t really understand it then.) Even the bu boys in class cried cos Fridah was considered the most beautiful girl in my school.

SECONDARY: Yesterday mommy said these were possibly her worst years. They demanded a lot of time from her and she was so happy when I went to Uni…I had no idea! For some reason, I used to get nerves before the term begun. I would stop eating two days before because I would get nauseous. My mum had at that time given up trying to force me to eat.

S.1:New school-Yay!!!

     Boarding school with all kinds of new stuff with my name neatly written on them: Yay!!!

   School of my dreams (the school a million girls would have killed to be in. Or so we were made to believe. For a very long time). Yay!!

     My first day, I was late. I met an S.3 girl, Hellenah Oketcho. She took me to my dormitory and told everyone we were cousins. She looked after me (even though she was in a different dormitory) and saved me from a lot of people that wanted to bully me.

        Got saved (everyone had to get saved in s.1)

S.2: Embarrassing biscuit moment. There was this thing after visiting days when the people who received (resav, we called it) visitors would take some of their grab to share with those that had not. We called it I think food basket. On my way to class one morning with a kaveera with many packets of biscuits for the food basket, the kaveer tears and they all pour out. There were lots of people. They all saw me and thought I was such a glutton, I ate in class!

        First time in Familie (the top 6 kids in class). Yay!!!

S.3: A blur

S.4: Sosh with NGO- never quite got the point of Sosh and why we were so worked up!

         8 days to Cantab: lose another friend, Phillipa Nabirye to sickle cell anaemia. Phillipa, Stella and I used to call ourselves the three musketeers.

S.5: Responsibility

S.6: most difficult class in my life. Told myself if I went through it, I would go through anything in life!

         Surprised myself with what I was capable of

S.6 Vac: didn’t get my dream course-Mass Comm. The course I would have killed a billion girls to get!

University: I sat back a lot of times and just observed how life played out.

1ST year: Excitement. Fear. Confusion. Trying to test all the theories I had heard and see for myself some of the things I had heard.

1st year 2nd sem: 1st ‘real’ relationship

      1st time I’m published! Not in a school magazine but a nationwide thingamajig! ESB, you are in my Fave People inc. for just giving me the ultimate “yay” moment of my life. Nothing has ever compared to what I felt when I saw my byline that first time! forever indebted!

          Lose a very close friend, Victor Musiime to leukemia.

2nd year: first heartbreak!…and a lot of confusing meaningless relationships thereafter!

3rd year 1st sem: discovering my wild side. I know, late bloomer!

3rd year 2nd sem: Give up my dream for what looked at the time as the bigger picture. My one regret in life!

              My friend since first year becomes the greatest love of my life! June ’08: do my last Uni Exam!

Graduation day: Never seen my mother cry so much! Ok, I have but to see her sooo happy and crying so much about it! For me really graduating isn’t such a big deal. I feel I’m not even where I want to be yet so I can’t really say yay! I have achieved. Suddenly it hits me that it was all about her. That when I fail, she fails and when I excel, she excels. And that by graduating, it is a testimony of the good mother that she is. That all this time society judges her as a mother by how I turn out. I thought she would be just happy that she didn’t have to pay school fees anymore but she was happy in an “I have so done well in my life” sorta way! Feels so good to be my mother’s daughter right now!

To my friends with whom I graduated:

“Together we made it. We made it even though we had our backs up against the wall.”- Busta Rhymes Ft. Linkin Park

And the one I took to heart:

“Now is the time for us to shine. The time when our dreams are within reach and possibilities vast. Now is the time for all of us to become the people we’ve always dreamed of being. This is our world. You are here. You matter. And the world is waiting.” -One tree hill

The one my mother told me at 01:00am on the day i graduated cos she was too excited to sleep:

“Ebenezer! Thus far the Lord has brought us! Great is thy faithfulness!”

and to those of you that have made it to the bottom of this very long tale: enjoy your Easter break! “Even death could NOT hold Him captive!”

Just running my mouth…cos i’m too lazy for anything sensible

Posted in Uncategorized on April 2, 2009 by Heaven

Eavesdropping

 

 

Listening to the maid talking to my nephew

 

Maid: In morning you say no wash my body. Why? Eh? Why? (He hates to bathe. In the morning he throws tantrums. In the evening he lies that he bathed at school. He is 4 years old)

 

Maid: where is stick of mine? (This is supposed to threaten him to do what she wants him to do because she is actually saying, “where is my kiboko?”)

 

Maid: you talk to baby sorry. (Telling him to apologise to his sister for hitting her)

 

….and from the mouths of babes:

My nephew sing to us : Headi, shoulders, knees and booboos, knees and booboos, knees and booboos, knees and booboos” (he sand booboos while touching his bu breasts!) he is a real male, this one!

 

My niece: “Auntie Nana have big big stomach.eh!”…pointing at my stomach.

 

My nephew: “Where is daddy’s president?”(he was asking me whether I had gotten a present for his dad on his birthday)

 

My niece (to my dad) : “I have baby in my stomach.” And that is how my dad found out that my sister-in-law was expecting again. She had earlier on told her daughter about the baby in her stomach and now the young girl imagines she has one too.

 

and now, because, i am young and foolish:

  I have always wanted to have dreds. recently, it got so bad that one time at church a lady with dreds sat infront of me and i got out my camera and took a pic of her dreds. so i decided, let me just do them and get over them. maybe its a phase, maybe its not. the first time my dad saw them he said, ” You are really broke, now i can tell. You always take care of your hair.”

me: “Daddy, my hair is taken care of. I did it 2 days ago.”

Daddy : ” and that is how it looks? who is going to employ you now?”

…and of my parents, my dad is the liberal one. Imagine the conversation i had with my mum! Thankfully, my new job(ya. i finally got something. nothing fancy. no fancy swivel chair. no air conditioned partitioned office. no door with fancy title on it. Heck, there is even no title but it is work none the less.)does not require that i look a certain way.

so here’s the look that i am loving. it’s not so clear but you get the picture,ya?

the new me!

the new me!

 

 

 plus, eons after everyone, i discovered Picassa…and i am in love!

 

and in totally unrelated news, this is the totally unrelated quote that i am leaving because i love to leave quotes and this line made me raise my eyebrows and laugh at the same time. here is this post’s quote:

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“Have you ever had mind-blowing sex and you just want to stop and die?! Like it is so good, you just want to lie down and…just die!?” Katherine Heigl in Grey’s Anatomy, Season 5 (read it in an excited, big smile i tot’ly can’t believe what has hit my world voice!)

OF FINDING HOPE IN A GOOD LUCK BAMBOO

Posted in from my notebook on March 31, 2009 by Heaven

Of course we are not the people we thought we would be. Either we set the bar too high in our naivety or the world has corrupted us. Or maybe we had it all underneath waiting to be scratched.

So here we are. Thwarted dreams. Beautiful surprises. Broken Promises. Unveiled talents. Poor judgement and down right stupidity. New opportunities. New friends: seasonal and permanent. New chapters. New stories.

How did we get like this? When did we get like this? Never calling each other for days even though we had promised to. Stashing away the scrabble board into the dusty closet and forgetting the Wednesday game night that was a ritual that we lived for. Promising each other ice cream and coffee dates that have never happened and instead sending each other bottles of Guinness on Face book. You don’t even know what Guinness tastes like!…Or do you now?

Today, I am not going to hesitate to call you and instead ask myself, “What shall we talk about?” I won’t even mask the loneliness behind the you-threw-me-out-texts. I am going to call and I will tell you about those failed relationships I have had and the amazing man that I have found after all the mistakes. I will tell you about the one night stand that I almost had. I will tell you about the job that excited me and yet almost killed my dreams. I will tell you about my confusion right now and surprisingly the ways that have found who I truly am. I might cry while I’m at it but I am going to call you today and ask that we meet.

And hey, I will listen. To the success story at University. To you berating yourself for not being what you know you should be. To the story of how you got deflowered even though we signed those yellow “True Love Waits” cards together. I will listen.

I will call you today because I know you have never judged me. Of course I might chasten you at some point-and I know you will too but I will tell you my story because you know me and won’t judge me.

Remind me to tell you about the brother whose childhood I did not share but who has brought me happiness since he became a part of my life.

I will remind you of the prayers we made and show you how God has answered each one of them in ways that we never imagined.

And I will ask again that you become my good luck bamboo. The one that I will water everyday and put out in the sun instead of the forgotten backyard garden that I had let you become. Today, I am not going to hesitate to call you and ask that we meet.

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 “Friendships are like backyard gardens. We plan to tend to them but always push them to next week.” -Boston Legal

Ndagukumbuye cyaane

Posted in it's just one of those days on March 27, 2009 by Heaven

My Baybay,

I miss you when I watch E!

I miss you now that I am watching American Idols!

I miss you especially when I watch E! news.

They have been showing the EPK of that new movie oba confessions of a shopaholic. Just the EPK is making me miss you. Cos I think the movie is about you.

I feel silly being a “woo girl” without you.

The ‘Paralyser’ song is on repeat in my head. I know! It’s supposed to be for you and your lover but it is now in my head (and I kinda lurrve it very much I want to force Ebony to luurrrvvve it too.)

There are no nice shoes in Kampala anymore…or I just can’t notice them cos you aren’t here to point them out to me.

The manicurist asks after you…and he makes me miss you more. But I think it makes him give me a more intense foot massage. Yay!

Abdul, the cab guy also asks after you. He says, “Omuzungu wange ali atya?”

Sweety and I no longer dance (jump in the chair) on Amani’s “I am missing my baybay” cos I think I will breakdown halfway through.

And that ka stupid song “Come back to me Showry” creeps up on me and makes me sad.

I miss you when they play Pepper pot.

I would have loved to see your expression when some chic told me to get ganja to make my bu dreds grow better…I looked around for you.

I missed you when I went to Effendy’s and you weren’t there to have B52 with me…I am terrified of going to Mateo’s or Alligator’s without you.

I miss you when I arrange our room.

I missed to see your face when the bu other tiny jeans finally fit. Malaria has taken my ka fat a*se as if. Yay!…even the bu shorts fit nicely without looking like ill fitting panties.

…and I miss you when I see that look in your lover’s eyes. The look that says he misses you but he is trying to be strong about it.

I love you…be good to yourself…for me.

Xoxo,

Your Baybay

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My Baybay is my little sis.  She went to live a Malaysian dream at a fancy Uni with a funny sounding name. I wanted to send this to her but it makes me so sad and I imagine she will feel worse. So I am putting it here until the day she annoys me and send it to make her weep. (*evil glint*)

15.09.08

Posted in from my notebook on March 26, 2009 by Heaven

      There is that song that you listen to or that poem that you read or that line that stands out from a whole page sentences and paragraphs. Or that hue that stands out of a tapestry…beauty that stands out in ways that only you can understand. Beauty that makes you wish there was someone you could share it with. Someone who can see the light in your eyes as you describe it and seeing that light understands it in the exact way that you do.

…I don’t wish for that person anymore. I have found you. I will sing you that song. I will read you that poem. I will quote you that line…and together we shall make our own hue in this human tapestry!

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Well I’m not paralyzed
But, I seem to be struck by you
I want to make you move
Because you’re standing still
If your body matches
What your eyes can do
You’ll probably move right through
Me on my way to you.

-Finger Eleven

Unemployment…and what you learn from it!

Posted in am back:) with tags , on March 24, 2009 by Heaven

1. Never. Ever. Ever quit your job if you are a workaholic. Leave? Yes! Quitting? No! Not unless you have something already set for you.

2. Series are a couch potato’s best friend. I can’t even begin to tell you what I have watched….and I doubt there’s anything I haven’t watched. Apart from 30Rock. I am dying to watch it.

3. Kids may become the most company you have while other people go make themselves “happy” at their jobs. Joining in adult conversation might therefore become a very difficult thing to do.

4. Free mango jazz to jazz calls may not be that helpful. While you have a lot of time to jazz, other people actually have stuff to do.

A conversation with one of your best friends might go thus:

Me: “Hey!”

Her: “Eh hey, my sweet katungulu. You’re so lucky. I was about to switch off my phone. So what’s up?”

Me: “Ummm nothing. Just thought we would talk for a bit. It’s been a while.”

Her: “Oh fudge! I want to. But I am doing gynaecology this sem and I have twins to deliver in like twenty minutes. Call me after like 7:00pm.ya?

Me: “ya, of course. Enjoy!”

But because I am thoughtful, I know how exhausted she will be in the evening so I don’t call.

5. You may become the nagging girlfriend that is always seeking for attention simply because you are always thinking, “How come I am the only one making time for us these days?”…well, you have the time! You constantly drag him into fights because now you have alot of time to bitch about anything and also you have time to cook up these fights.

6. You get very mad at people for always asking, “So, where are you now?”

7. You miss out on alot of things such as being present to receive that one award that you got even though it wasn’t “Blog of the year.”

8. You become fat from doing nothing and when you finally get a job , you have no clothes that fit you.

9. You get loads of time to read, write for yourself

10. You become a namikolo. Going for every plot there is in town. You may sometimes even gate crash.

11. You get sometime to travel

12. You eventually become broke

13. …and very depressed

14. You learn never to trust people who say they will call you after an interview. Don’t even believe it. that way, if they call, you will scream, “ Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God. I have my dream job!” (Gag)

15. …you eventually become cynical.

And a really big lesson, in on-a-personal-note kinda way, you realize that there are many people out there that will freely try to convince you that maybe you have had the wrong dream all this while. That maybe you aint got shit. That as a matter of fact all those reasons for which you quit your last job were just a bunch of B.S…and it is very easy to start believing those things because of what maybe around you. But then what will you say for those opportunities albeit small and short-lived that bring you alive and reinforce that belief that it wasn’t the wrong dream? I want to tie those down to God’s way of telling me that I still matter…and that I can still dream big and that I can still change the world!

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Granted, not all dreams are achieved, but not because they cannot be. Sometimes the timing is not right, sometimes the idea needs to mature. But to not give your dream some breathing space is cruel.

                               -Angela Kintu on Dream Killers