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Wondering About Me


forget Demarco and his loving life declaration:-(

Grey :-(

I am not ovulating, so that is removed as a reason for this forlornness I feel/ have been feeling lately.

It's been cold and dreary lately, yes, but even that doesn't quite cut it as a reason for my feeling like this...arrgghhh!

Anyway, it probably has to do with hope deferred. The Good Book in Proverbs asserts that that situation can make the heart sick. Yeah, gorrit...my heart is sick :-(

Meanwhile, that picture on the left actually cracked me up :-)
Who does that???, 'dude, do you think you are a rocket, oba?'

Scents & Bums :-)

In other news, a friend gave me a gift, the other day, of the Jennifer Lopez Love & Glamour perfume and I have to say, when it comes to scents, she does get it right :-). Way to go! to the woman with insured buttocks :-). My mom told me the other day that I have grown a sizable pair of buttocks in the last couple of years. I am still debating with myself whether that means I was really 'doing badly' before or it is 'just a comment' :-)

Did you haha this advert like I did???!!
I know my blood type, do you know yours???!!

In other, other news, do you know your blood type? Do you have it written on a card that you carry in your wallet? If the answer to that is no, then, you need to go to the nearest laboratory and find out today.

I am O+. Yeah, I know, always the giver, even my blood is 'wired' to give :-). You need to know your blood type for at least two key reasons;
  1. If ever you sustain an injury that can only be fixed by surgery, it would help the medical personnel to know your blood type and that way find blood for you faster/ easier as opposed to them having to find O+ blood.
  2. Especially for the women, if you ever want to get pregnant, it is important that you know your partner's blood type because when his rhesus factor (that + or - thingi next to your blood type) and yours 'mix', the child created may have an rh that your body rejects and that could kill your baby. Read more below...
babyworld.co.uk/2011/07/rhesus-factor-problems

P.S. While you are at it, the blood type testing, that is, please test for HIV too!

Abaye, let's kick HIV out!

It's our Turn to Eat :-)

Michela Wrong's book titled as above is a must-read for those interested in the political game, especially, the somewhat identical East African one.
On that note, I will end this blog post with a call to all those who think all banyankore in Uganda are 'eating' because Y.K. Museveni is on the 'engooma', to think again and get off the backs of the rest of us!
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