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RECOMMENDED: "SCHOOLING LIFE" by Ms. Beyonce...

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 of a song...
In my late twenties, I find myself wondering about so many things...
Did I choose the right profession/ career?
Should I have married that other guy I 'put off' because I was not ready to be a wife/ mother?
Should I have done a Masters degree soon after LDC graduation?
Was it the right choice to cut my long hair off and opt for a 'Janet' cut?
Am I beautiful enough?
Should I have had a baby (or two) by now??
Does God really care about the world and what goes on?
Is it clever to keep dreaming about one day building a host of women's centres all over Uganda when my mom doesn't have her own house to date?
Am I too fat?
What do people think of me?...and on and on and on...
Sometimes I agree with Ms. Beyonce, the twenties came too fast, I was just beginning to wrap my mind around my teens, then viola! on came the twenties and I have been reeling since.
In a couple of days, I make 28...only two years away from the big 3-O...All I can think of is I hope to God when that 'number' comes along, I have achieved some of the goals on my heart, otherwise, it'll be a sad 3rd September 2013...
Sigh...
Indeed, 'who needs a degree, when you're schooling life'...
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  1. Isaac MunaniraSeptember 1, 2011 at 8:48 AM

    a friend of mine asked, what do you think your degree is doing when you are asleep? It is also sleeping. Nice read....actually fantastic piece. The road is long and in the end the race is only with yourself.

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