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The list below is so I can be understood better by kith and kin :-) The colour is Red The kiss is French The music is Jazz The chocolate is Swiss The day is cool and cloudy, no rain The night sky is starry The wine is red The movie is full of drama, laced with comedy The fiction author is witty The auto/biographer is evidently genuine/ honest, no corny lines The jewellery is gold The hug is ‘full’, warm and tight The belief is in an omnipresent, omniscient, omnipotent, omnificent God The ice cream is chocolate The coffee is dark and strong The handshake is firm The smile is wide The dress is of a sunny colour, figure hugging The hair is short and natural The friend is open and honest The personal income is six figured The shoes are judged by ‘comfortability’ before anything else The work-out involves swimming The nails are short and clean The best household appliance ever invented is a washing machine The sport is tennis The beer is Guiness The suitor is t

So, I made 28 on Saturday 3rd September 2011, (that's almost a whole two weeks ago!)... and I have so far learnt some lessons which I am happy to share here; A woman's facial skin will not always be smooth and supple...there is a reason for all the money that the cosmetic industry worldwide is making. Zits and all other such blemishes will appear on thine formerly smooth skin as you approach 30 for all manner of hormonal reasons...:-( 'A minute on the lips, forever on the hips' or around your midriff or your formerly toned arms, now turned 'flags'...Food must be eaten with extreme care as you turn the 3-O corner because food is not your friend anymore, woman! Rock music, Barbeque Lounge and Worship Harvest Church praise team is not deafeningly loud, your ear drums are just beginning to get worn out and thus more sensitive :-) 'One loyal friend is worth ten thousand relatives.' This is true as you begin to think of things like wedding guest lists and

A LETTER TO MY TWO YEAR OLD September 2, 2011 at 9:12 am by Pumla Nabachwa Every year, during the week of my children’s birthdays, i shall write them a letter and keep them in separate boxes and present them with these boxes the day they graduate. (& graduate they will) Today, I write a 2nd letter to my first born son…..now Trey Gateja……My pride…….My joy! My sunshine, It’s been 730 days & we’re both still alive………let alone sane. I’m not sure how I haven’t strangled you to death yet or left you out at night hoping that a hawk will grab you & take you far away from me. I’m quite perplexed that am not in a mental hospital, let alone 6 feet under. The doctors promised me that the pain stops immediately after the baby is delivered but nooooooooo…….we’re here today & I’m still pulling my hair out. Somebody once said; “it takes about six weeks to get back to normal after you’ve had a baby”…… that somebody doesn’t know that once you’re a mother, ‘normal’ is his

A dear friend has been badgering me to write here for a week or so now...'mbu'  my fans are craving my 'storro'. As I said to this friend, am not too sure, seeing as a fan base is ideally reserved for celebs and such other categories of human beings in which I am not...nonetheless, the following ramblings represent what has been on my mind in the recent past :-) So, Ms. Beyonce is with child...I congratulate her because since 2008, if she lived in Uganda, she would have endured a fair amount of ridicule from her in-laws by now :-)... Well, only a few days ago at the insistence of my little sister, I, for the first time, listened to her song, "Schooling Life" and I must say, she impressed my socks off...I had earlier 'snobbed' this particular album of hers, probably because there was so much hype about it and hype tends to bias me negatively :-) Anyway, this song, turns out to be deep, if ever such an adjective was allowed to be used in description

This afternoon I was foraging for food on my second attempt to step into a straight up Thai restaurant. One with no visible sign of English translations, in other words, one other than a handful of the western restaurants that screamed “Thailand: I am hungry, I am western, AND I am not even gonna try…” I had edged close to one, dipping my toe in to test the waters but jerked back in response to the blank stares that shot my way. As my stomach grumbled, I punked myself into going into one and not backing down (again).   So I wandered down an alley and settled on one with a few women at the front. To my surprise a simple menu with English translations (or perhaps I saw this from far away in a state of disillusion) was propped up on the table. I sat feeling simultaneously triumphant and a failure. My hunger would be satiated, and yet, I was still a wimp! I perused the menu wanting to flip it over and ask for the full menu. I see two things I want: fried noodles and vegetables.

It shows just how possible improbable things are, and reminds us that there is so much more than what we can immediately know. I think the value in being made to believe in improbable things, even if it's just momentary, disbelief suspended etc, is that it reminds you of one crucial fact: That just because you don't see it, doesn't mean it isn't there. That's what locks people's minds down: their inability to suspect, or consider, or let's just say imagine things beyond what they have felt with their own fingers. Fiction makes you realize that there are scenarios where aliens from outer space can plausibly kidnap the president and replace him with a clone, there are logical causal sequences that can lead to this. And if you can see your way into imagining that, then you are probably less liable to dismiss strange things or strange people or strange events as just stupid without examining them. Because you now know that there is probably a way in which this o

The following poem, I post with my friend Enock Kusasira in mind...considering that he is its original author...great poem, if you ask me :-)... GO WELL, UGANDA MUSEUM Born in 1908 to Mr.   & Mrs culture of Uganda A beautiful bouncing baby, God’s own hand work You stood there over the years with a mission To conserve, promote and interpret Uganda ’s cultural heritage You harbored research collections and ancient documentations Repository of cherished values, Databank of people’s history, There, you stood as a mirror, Giving us reflections of our true identities There, you have been, Keeping regalia of defunct kingdoms, Housing evidence of the early man’s existence Oh, Mother museum, Go well. You recorded the evidence of colonial rule, You captured the beauty of Uganda ’s independence, You survived the upheavals of 1970’s, And the temporary governments of 1980’s, Left you standing, unscathed, untouched. Your former curat

In light of the DSK issue and the more recent saga with the Makerere University VC under fire...I think the following is a very nice article to consider... The Double Standard of Sex Crimes By Jessica Stern Last night Nafissatou Diallo, the 32-year-old Sofitel employee who accused former IMF director Dominique Strauss-Kahn of sexual assault, took the unusual step of appearing on national TV before her criminal case had been settled. Because of this, the New York Post called her "the Blabber" and said she "suddenly and miraculously regained her memory of a conversation she said she had with Strauss-Kahn." I do not know whether she was brutally attacked, as she claims, or whether the sex between DSK and Diallo was consensual. But I do know this: neither her inconsistencies about what happened immediately afterward nor her decision to now go public should make us any more skeptical of her story. Her critics are making a big issue of the fact that Diallo

It is 2011 and  I still cannot figure out why some men cannot keep their things safely tucked away in their pants...I mean, one would think that with the stories of Samson, King David, Bill Clinton and Museveni; men would beware of consequences that come with being too 'hot-panted'...but that's just me, and one would argue that because I am female, I see things in a different light... Well, that notwithstanding, oba men wake up and start behaving, otherwise we just might be the end of them!..

"DSK Maid" Tells of Her Alleged Rape by Strauss-Kahn: Exclusive - Newsweek

It is not everyday that you meet a person with two names that are both rare :-)...(at least this is what I thought when I first met this young Sir :-) )...Am not great with numbers, so I do not remember date or year...all I know is I was in Makerere Law school at the time. I thought he was funny, his accent made him stand out, he reminded me of my little brother Jeremiah. For me, these were reasons enough to get me interested in him. We began to talk. We shared confidences. We had some good laughs. We studied together. I asked him to my Bible studies. We became friends; not chums, buddies, gangos or tights...FRIENDS... Today he is a year older and I have only just found out that his name (Bryant) is of Gaelic origin and these three words are used to 'define' it; NOBLE, STRONG, VIRTUOUS... I am in agreement with that definition where my friend Bryant is concerned...Since time immemorial, debates have been had about names and their role in 'defining' the character of s

It's been said that laughter is the best medicine. Researchers have been on the front line to study exactly what happens when laughter takes place and how our immune systems are protected and made better by laughter. Two researchers from Loma Linda university in California, have published their study on how laughter affects our immune system. They are Dr. Lee Berk and Dr. Stanley Tan and their results and conclusions were as follows. Laughing was found to reduce blood pressure, it was also found to reduce stress hormones. This will ensure that effects of stress for you will be a thing of the past for you. Laughter was also found to increase muscle flexion which ensure proper function of the muscles. Also with laughter, there was an increase in infection fighting T cells.  So, here goes... The LAPD, The FBI, and the CIA are all trying to prove that they are the best at apprehending criminals. The President decides to give them a test. He releases a rabbit into a forest and ea

So, Amy Winehouse is dead (the one who caused Russell Brand to say, 'Her surname is beginning to sound like a description of her liver'  )...and I am not only reminded that life is short but also that we individually have a role to play in making or breaking ourselves... her death has also brought to mind a TED Talk done by Elizabeth Gilbert of the 'Eat, Pray, Love' fame, I listened to a couple of months ago and liked and how true it is that creativity can be a 'curse'...

So, I was first introduced to the idea of blogging a couple of years ago. I have since been too lazy and or too busy to keep my blog alive... Well, I have spent the last couple of hours today ogling some dude's blog and the envy has gotten the better of me:-)...now, here I am, a proud 'owner' of a new blog...hopefully, this time I will be more consistent... I have thoughts by the way :-) and I oft think they are profound...so here I am! :-) :-) :-) (three's a charm!)