Of late I have been watching 4400 and heroes, they all have one thing in common, powers: flying, taking life, immortality, ability to heal, controlling others etcetera.
It struck me that maybe all of us have powers but maybe for the power to come out there’s something that’s missing in our lives that we rarely don’t give much thought or just ignore because it seems unreal,
There are times when something has angered us and you just wish you had the ability with just the flick of your hand someone disappears from your face, or if you’re denied something may be wish you had power to just command someone to hand you the damn thing.
There’s an instance where you see the most beautiful face and figure of some hoooooooooot babe driving a BMW with very nice everything from shoes, pants and top and her hair even if cheap looks very expensive to you and she parks her car, gets out and locks it while talking to some dude on phone(latest nokia you haven’t even heard of), with the best accent and sweetest voice you have ever heard and at that moment you just know she’s not your type, you don’t want to believe it but she’s not your type or sorry your not her type. It’s in these situations you wish you had some kind of power that would just make her be yours without even a simple hi to her or saying anything.
Everyone has an ability your not aware of,
Lets assume that all of us had the ability to fly, my inner self tells me we all do and for this ability to come out may be we have to think of a happy moment, something that we treasured at some point or something that will always no matter what, put a smile on your face or take away all the days troubles and worries,
that if you really thought about it or remembered it and it made you happy, joyful or feel like there’s a part of you that you feel like your in your world and its yours, you could fly,
what would you think of? what could make you fly?
Thursday, May 10, 2007
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
phrase it
The alarm goes off in your deep deeeep sleep, you were with beyounce knowles probably in Jayz's yatch and she liked you so much she almost became too charitable to you( i mean charity charity with S). You get up pissed to turn it off but realise it was the phone ringing, you glance at the watch and its 5:00am. Now who could be calling me at this time. ohh!!! its her. Perfect timing when your just in the moment, it brings a smile to your face.
H: "Hi babes"
She doesn't say anything
is she ok.
You hear a sob, then another and it gets worse.
H:"baby whats wrong? whats ..........."
You go on and on asking what it could be but your figuring it all out in your brain.....why would someone call at this hour ....oh my....... SHEZ PREGNANT!!!!#@^% UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
The world has been crashing at her feet from the time she got the news! How could he do this? how could he do this to me. She busts up in tears, she doesnt want to but she cant just stop crying. She has never felt like this before. How could he?
She tries to swallow it inside but its too much to contain it just regugitates back. She takes a deep ब्रेअथ........that doesnt help........, she takes a deeeeeeeppppp breath,........ and another. Then trys to regain her composure by siting down. She takes a deeeeep one again to keep her cool. God why is this happening to me. I thought we were meant to be. Of all tramps he goes for that one?
She gets her phone and scrolls through the phonebook looking for any of her girls for help: trisha..no she will not help..prisca...no, crystal...uhmmmmm...no.
And finally lands on the devil himself. Its way past midnight but she doesnt care.
Crmmmm crmmm....the tears come back and she cant help it but cry.
H:"whats the problem babes?"
...you've already figured it all out...so you try to calm her like any gentleman would at this time....you cant freak out...not now. So your thinking...what are we going to do...can she have the baby or..? you cant bring up the or ......you dont want to but....no...you were carefull..yaa..you were carefull...its probabaly another false alarm just like last time.
H: "Hi babes"
She doesn't say anything
is she ok.
You hear a sob, then another and it gets worse.
H:"baby whats wrong? whats ..........."
You go on and on asking what it could be but your figuring it all out in your brain.....why would someone call at this hour ....oh my....... SHEZ PREGNANT!!!!#@^% UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
The world has been crashing at her feet from the time she got the news! How could he do this? how could he do this to me. She busts up in tears, she doesnt want to but she cant just stop crying. She has never felt like this before. How could he?
She tries to swallow it inside but its too much to contain it just regugitates back. She takes a deep ब्रेअथ........that doesnt help........, she takes a deeeeeeeppppp breath,........ and another. Then trys to regain her composure by siting down. She takes a deeeeep one again to keep her cool. God why is this happening to me. I thought we were meant to be. Of all tramps he goes for that one?
She gets her phone and scrolls through the phonebook looking for any of her girls for help: trisha..no she will not help..prisca...no, crystal...uhmmmmm...no.
And finally lands on the devil himself. Its way past midnight but she doesnt care.
Crmmmm crmmm....the tears come back and she cant help it but cry.
H:"whats the problem babes?"
...you've already figured it all out...so you try to calm her like any gentleman would at this time....you cant freak out...not now. So your thinking...what are we going to do...can she have the baby or..? you cant bring up the or ......you dont want to but....no...you were carefull..yaa..you were carefull...its probabaly another false alarm just like last time.
You take a deep breath of victory/triumph...she cant be, she was in her safe days and....बुत....
why cant she say something...its just a false alarm.....
P:"Hannington, i want to talk to you@#".
That"s not good, she called you hannington, she never calls you hannington. So shez pissed, its not entirely my फूलत......Why do i always have to take the blame.
H:"Yah: we can talk tommorow morning at 7:00. I'll cut the morning lecture" P:he was going to cut it अन्य्वाय...., he always cuts stat, he thinks i dont know his timetable.
P:"Tomorrow it is"
She switches off without anything like; ugh, the uusual.
Whats her problem, its just another false alarm. You switch on the tv and catch the latest on the cricket world cup. Its not entirely my fault ..you keep on reminding yourself.
You think about the future but it keeps on fading away, your really not sure if you are getting married immediately, or if you want a job, no..or you'll get one. Sleep steals you away.
BANG!! BANG!! That can wake you out of hell. EH! banange.
you get up and open the door and shez still crying..
P:"How could you do this to me? How could you hannington?" You try to calm her by touching her or a hug or something but she just shrugs you off. Ohhh thats not good, thats not good at all.
H:"Whats the problem?" P: He even has the....... ugh, to ask me that? Does he think am a fool @ #
P:"I thought we were happy Hanny, I thought we were a good couple, I've given you all my all inspite of the few things you have done for me."
H:"The few things i have done for you!!" H:i have given her everything, I spent the whole of last sems allowance on her. What does this have to do with her pregnancy. It's getting to her in her first stage, how will she be in 3 months?
P"... and you go around sleeping with that tramp!!,, hanny i thought you were different ..."
Hmmmm!! You take a breath of defeat, so she found out. You touch touch around for a chair for support. Your wordless, speechless, verbaless, nothing comes out as you keep on recalling that night. How you tried to stay way from that Ivy, her bitchy friend but she got you. No no no no no you weren't drunk, you were normal but pretended to be drunk and you got her though she got you too. You keep quiet and she goes on and on but you can't hear her. Now would be the best time to say something, come on think of something, something that has never been said/phrased or composed or written, something einstein and shakespear have never mentioned or thought of.
P:"Am done, i have done everything for you, everything. But i guess they weren't enough. I wasn't good enough( she says all this in tears). You can go and have fun with your bitch."
She heads for the door, now would be the best time to say it, the phrase.
H:"Babes (she turns and looks at you, guess she still likes calling her that)........you pause and then you...
"Am sorry".
She gives you that look of I dont want to ever see you again and turns back heading for the door. Bangs the door hard.
You've probably never been real sorry in you life but this time you were....you meant that word.
But it just wasnt the perfect phrase or word for that moment, and you guess they'll never be.
why cant she say something...its just a false alarm.....
P:"Hannington, i want to talk to you@#".
That"s not good, she called you hannington, she never calls you hannington. So shez pissed, its not entirely my फूलत......Why do i always have to take the blame.
H:"Yah: we can talk tommorow morning at 7:00. I'll cut the morning lecture" P:he was going to cut it अन्य्वाय...., he always cuts stat, he thinks i dont know his timetable.
P:"Tomorrow it is"
She switches off without anything like; ugh, the uusual.
Whats her problem, its just another false alarm. You switch on the tv and catch the latest on the cricket world cup. Its not entirely my fault ..you keep on reminding yourself.
You think about the future but it keeps on fading away, your really not sure if you are getting married immediately, or if you want a job, no..or you'll get one. Sleep steals you away.
BANG!! BANG!! That can wake you out of hell. EH! banange.
you get up and open the door and shez still crying..
P:"How could you do this to me? How could you hannington?" You try to calm her by touching her or a hug or something but she just shrugs you off. Ohhh thats not good, thats not good at all.
H:"Whats the problem?" P: He even has the....... ugh, to ask me that? Does he think am a fool @ #
P:"I thought we were happy Hanny, I thought we were a good couple, I've given you all my all inspite of the few things you have done for me."
H:"The few things i have done for you!!" H:i have given her everything, I spent the whole of last sems allowance on her. What does this have to do with her pregnancy. It's getting to her in her first stage, how will she be in 3 months?
P"... and you go around sleeping with that tramp!!,, hanny i thought you were different ..."
Hmmmm!! You take a breath of defeat, so she found out. You touch touch around for a chair for support. Your wordless, speechless, verbaless, nothing comes out as you keep on recalling that night. How you tried to stay way from that Ivy, her bitchy friend but she got you. No no no no no you weren't drunk, you were normal but pretended to be drunk and you got her though she got you too. You keep quiet and she goes on and on but you can't hear her. Now would be the best time to say something, come on think of something, something that has never been said/phrased or composed or written, something einstein and shakespear have never mentioned or thought of.
P:"Am done, i have done everything for you, everything. But i guess they weren't enough. I wasn't good enough( she says all this in tears). You can go and have fun with your bitch."
She heads for the door, now would be the best time to say it, the phrase.
H:"Babes (she turns and looks at you, guess she still likes calling her that)........you pause and then you...
"Am sorry".
She gives you that look of I dont want to ever see you again and turns back heading for the door. Bangs the door hard.
You've probably never been real sorry in you life but this time you were....you meant that word.
But it just wasnt the perfect phrase or word for that moment, and you guess they'll never be.
Tuesday, February 27, 2007
lone-.....
Am in my room watching season three of scrubs and there’s this surgeon who cant spell his name …and its so simple that a p2 kid can spell todd without first writing it down but the dude spells it tode…..and his a surgeon. It wasn’t funny but I was so stressed that I decided to just laugh it off ...but before I was through current said see ya, till 10 pm. I shout out all the insults I don’t want to hear my self to the UEB director or manager whoever is responsible, but realize later that the dude can’t hear me.
I decide to take a nap but the bed is way to cold... and I don’t know why it’s very cold of late this time of the year.
I take a walk instead, my roommate is not coming back today, hez spending the night at his gals'....but am not sure which one...i just hope its not x coz he'll show up late and start telling me what went wrong.. killing my sleep in the process.
I take the long route coz i may bump into mrs y who is ever asking for something and gives nothing in return( its not what you think). Its too cold...I should have brought a jacket. I pass a couple snogging each other in some corner and some other two holding each other tightly, i pass another who seem to be 2 weeks or 3 weeks old..the gal seems happy, the dude looks impatient.
I get lonely instantly...hmmm. I get really really lonely. I think about my ex... i ask my self what if?
I sing a few lines of baby face's what if
"what if we were supposed to be together, would that not mean anything
what if that was supposed to be my house that you go home to every day..."
ughhhhhh...the song doesnt give me what i wanted...it wasnt her that left me.
I get really really lonely...should i call someone?, anybody, as long as its a gal....i pull out my L7, scroll my inbox and her name comes first on the list....i call but disconnect it.....i cant do this to her again.
I think about other options...the new gals, Ivy, Eleanor, Priscilla, Nakamya, Kirabo,....list seems long.
Then it hits me...much as am lonely, I cant stand another relationship. The stress that comes from it, the endless needs thay have....the premiership, airtime.
GOd what should i do.
Am counselling some two friends of mine....they want to split but at the same time want each other....what is wrong with Love.
I recall how the last one who really had my heart in her travel bag told me the dreaded four-word phrase:Can we be friends? .....I was dumped.
Should i go down that road again? hmmm?
But the loneliness: (i miss the arguments, i miss her standing by my side)thats baby face.
I reach wandegeya before i even know it.....eddie tells me Departed is in.....my loneliness kicks the bucket. I get back to normal.
I decide to take a nap but the bed is way to cold... and I don’t know why it’s very cold of late this time of the year.
I take a walk instead, my roommate is not coming back today, hez spending the night at his gals'....but am not sure which one...i just hope its not x coz he'll show up late and start telling me what went wrong.. killing my sleep in the process.
I take the long route coz i may bump into mrs y who is ever asking for something and gives nothing in return( its not what you think). Its too cold...I should have brought a jacket. I pass a couple snogging each other in some corner and some other two holding each other tightly, i pass another who seem to be 2 weeks or 3 weeks old..the gal seems happy, the dude looks impatient.
I get lonely instantly...hmmm. I get really really lonely. I think about my ex... i ask my self what if?
I sing a few lines of baby face's what if
"what if we were supposed to be together, would that not mean anything
what if that was supposed to be my house that you go home to every day..."
ughhhhhh...the song doesnt give me what i wanted...it wasnt her that left me.
I get really really lonely...should i call someone?, anybody, as long as its a gal....i pull out my L7, scroll my inbox and her name comes first on the list....i call but disconnect it.....i cant do this to her again.
I think about other options...the new gals, Ivy, Eleanor, Priscilla, Nakamya, Kirabo,....list seems long.
Then it hits me...much as am lonely, I cant stand another relationship. The stress that comes from it, the endless needs thay have....the premiership, airtime.
GOd what should i do.
Am counselling some two friends of mine....they want to split but at the same time want each other....what is wrong with Love.
I recall how the last one who really had my heart in her travel bag told me the dreaded four-word phrase:Can we be friends? .....I was dumped.
Should i go down that road again? hmmm?
But the loneliness: (i miss the arguments, i miss her standing by my side)thats baby face.
I reach wandegeya before i even know it.....eddie tells me Departed is in.....my loneliness kicks the bucket. I get back to normal.
Saturday, January 27, 2007
dem days
Back in the days when we used to wear back cloth, some nothing and others leaves....
when there was no blogging, only collecting firewood, fetching water(....ok i for one i wouldn't have done this because of my royal blood), wrestling...listening to poems i bet they clould beat www.africansunrise.blogspot.com .......
and of course parents used to choose their daughters' husbands for them. Qualities they wanted in a man were simple. only the strong were choosen and i mean strong in all ways possible. They knew externals played a minor role — if any — in creating a healthy family.
I’m not suggesting a return to those days (and am not saying its a bad idea) — they had problems of their own — but we can borrow a principle from them: if a woman is paired with an upstanding man, love will have a chance to grow. Why should women look for men of outstanding integrity and pray for God to make the soil fertile for love to grow? And why cant women stop the "Oh, we're just friends; we've never thought of dating; we're not romantic.” Why do they often overlook us in the “just friends” category?
If this should remain the case, then am suggesting we borrow a leaf from dem days.
when there was no blogging, only collecting firewood, fetching water(....ok i for one i wouldn't have done this because of my royal blood), wrestling...listening to poems i bet they clould beat www.africansunrise.blogspot.com .......
and of course parents used to choose their daughters' husbands for them. Qualities they wanted in a man were simple. only the strong were choosen and i mean strong in all ways possible. They knew externals played a minor role — if any — in creating a healthy family.
I’m not suggesting a return to those days (and am not saying its a bad idea) — they had problems of their own — but we can borrow a principle from them: if a woman is paired with an upstanding man, love will have a chance to grow. Why should women look for men of outstanding integrity and pray for God to make the soil fertile for love to grow? And why cant women stop the "Oh, we're just friends; we've never thought of dating; we're not romantic.” Why do they often overlook us in the “just friends” category?
If this should remain the case, then am suggesting we borrow a leaf from dem days.
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
phewwwwww
I was so bored today that i decided to go through my old mail looking for something amusing and i landed on quite some lovely application letter from some guy. here it goes, i dont know ehere it came from, i just copied and pasted.
I am aply to my job of security guard to you boss inyou company of KDDA.
I complete to Sitandad 7 examination certificate in1997.
My skool Kibungut
high very good. I am 27 ears to be Born of age and nomallied and no childish. My father is dead long time ago and mymother mary in Swaziland country there 10 years now, no see she sonobody known to help me.
My certificate is just sitting home for itself, butpasses in Mathematics, Geography, Science and all subjectsbut fail in English because of Luhya teacher teaching meis jelos of myself. Me wear expenses cloth that Luhya teacher.
I here people you want security guards to you companyand I tell you I am one of that job experience for 2 years. I shotthief dead.
I want to join the company of you and chase criminal out with meAK47. Please consider my aplication careful and call me anytime ! because me have celphone. I am red for! interview with you.
I am very hornest and can speak English free. Please also great your wife.
what amused me most was the great your wife.
I am aply to my job of security guard to you boss inyou company of KDDA.
I complete to Sitandad 7 examination certificate in1997.
My skool Kibungut
high very good. I am 27 ears to be Born of age and nomallied and no childish. My father is dead long time ago and mymother mary in Swaziland country there 10 years now, no see she sonobody known to help me.
My certificate is just sitting home for itself, butpasses in Mathematics, Geography, Science and all subjectsbut fail in English because of Luhya teacher teaching meis jelos of myself. Me wear expenses cloth that Luhya teacher.
I here people you want security guards to you companyand I tell you I am one of that job experience for 2 years. I shotthief dead.
I want to join the company of you and chase criminal out with meAK47. Please consider my aplication careful and call me anytime ! because me have celphone. I am red for! interview with you.
I am very hornest and can speak English free. Please also great your wife.
what amused me most was the great your wife.
Sunday, December 31, 2006
happy new year
wish you all a super doopa gropy mighty lovely fabulous
fantastic happy prosperous and a full of blessing new year.
enjoy it to the fullest
fantastic happy prosperous and a full of blessing new year.
enjoy it to the fullest
Thursday, December 28, 2006
is it her fault
so am at the kantata at k.p.c and am seated between two very
beautifull friends of mine... and they happen to be best friends.
I'll call them timon and pumba. So i got to know timon through Pumba.
I happened to have a liking for pumba before, but it was just like.
so Pumba's phone is faulty, it cant call or sms ...it just recieves.
so she asks for my help and am like it needs only 40gs to get back to normal.
Pumba: whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaattttt, 40gs, thats a lot of money, i'll need someone
to sponsor me.
timon: hanny will sponsor you
i turn to timon and whisper to her, " I am not her boyfriend"
timon: Is it her fault your not?
what did she want me to say?
by the way it left me thinking...was she interested but i didn't counter attack
or is she still interested and it's some kind of message from her to the best friend to tell me on her behalf?
i need help here!!!
beautifull friends of mine... and they happen to be best friends.
I'll call them timon and pumba. So i got to know timon through Pumba.
I happened to have a liking for pumba before, but it was just like.
so Pumba's phone is faulty, it cant call or sms ...it just recieves.
so she asks for my help and am like it needs only 40gs to get back to normal.
Pumba: whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaattttt, 40gs, thats a lot of money, i'll need someone
to sponsor me.
timon: hanny will sponsor you
i turn to timon and whisper to her, " I am not her boyfriend"
timon: Is it her fault your not?
what did she want me to say?
by the way it left me thinking...was she interested but i didn't counter attack
or is she still interested and it's some kind of message from her to the best friend to tell me on her behalf?
i need help here!!!
Tuesday, December 12, 2006
happens to everyone
Am not in love with this gal but everyone just seems to think so. I just happen to have a soft spot for her....Doesn't it happen to everyone?
I mean have you ever heard someone you just cant say NO to....Even if she or he was in-conviniencing you? Ok you yourself may think your in love but after a long period of time, after she has realized that she has that effect on you, you bounce back to your senses and realize its just something your not capable of controlling.
Do you know she what she does to me......Lots.
I have to dress up every Sunday for church, so smart that you may think am going for a wedding after.... just because she's going to be there...And there are these particular seats in church where we always seat ...So smart that you may think they are going to announce our wedding next week.
I always take her for ice cream after church and walk her up to her taxi in the old park...These days it has been raining heavily and you just don't want to go to the park in that mad....In you best shoes..Goodness...Cant she just tell me to stop like at the entrances of the park? All she needs to do is say hanny you can stop here.
And why does she always ask me to push her? Cant she just hug me and say goodbye honey...I mean Hanny.
She beeps a lot, and I think she is just lucky that whenever she beeps, I always have credit on me, its like she has some computer guy on the other side that tells her Hannington has just loaded, beep after 3 minutes...And guess what...... I always call back. I asked her one day why she cant call me just this once...And she said.."U don't beep me".... Could some one tell her am not a gal!!
Whenever she is ending her goodbyes ..She always asks for airtime...She told me in one of the days she "calls" to 'bless' her with airtime...hmmmmm. I felt like I was the father in the confessions room after asking his lamb.." What troubles you my child?"
So Cece Winnans was in town and she was to stage this mega show at one of the best..I think its the best hotel in town of late....Where I hear that a soda is sold in dollars. She told me she wanted to go for the show....Can I take her? hmmm.....And you know when it comes to her ...NO is really hard....No seems like proposing to the gal I have loved my entire life. So I say we'll see. I looked for money !!!! banange....Every where...... I failed.
Meanwhile there was some gal in a hair salon I had promised ice cream. I had no idea she was doing her hair for our ice cream thing...I had two things on my mind.
I rarely pray but this time I asked God to intervene.....It was coming to one. It was just one of those days when am in the mood for gospel and I tuned 104.1.... miracles do happen people, they are real...The presenter announced how the tickets were sold out. I shouted a small halleluyah with in. Its so happened that she was listnening to the same station..she beeped immediately..I called immediately..
her:" Hanny have got the tickets?"
me: am just at the offices and they've just told me they've been sold out.
her: not even one is available
me: would have bought it for you if it was
her: why dint you come earlier
me: had no idea they would game like that
her: am so sorry for you
(me losing or ......)
me: may be will go for something else
her: maybe ....
me: ok bye
her: ok bye...Could you please send me some airtime I sent it....But God does work in mysterious ways....
I actually said no to her for the very first time...... Bravo Hanny...Bravo.
I mean have you ever heard someone you just cant say NO to....Even if she or he was in-conviniencing you? Ok you yourself may think your in love but after a long period of time, after she has realized that she has that effect on you, you bounce back to your senses and realize its just something your not capable of controlling.
Do you know she what she does to me......Lots.
I have to dress up every Sunday for church, so smart that you may think am going for a wedding after.... just because she's going to be there...And there are these particular seats in church where we always seat ...So smart that you may think they are going to announce our wedding next week.
I always take her for ice cream after church and walk her up to her taxi in the old park...These days it has been raining heavily and you just don't want to go to the park in that mad....In you best shoes..Goodness...Cant she just tell me to stop like at the entrances of the park? All she needs to do is say hanny you can stop here.
And why does she always ask me to push her? Cant she just hug me and say goodbye honey...I mean Hanny.
She beeps a lot, and I think she is just lucky that whenever she beeps, I always have credit on me, its like she has some computer guy on the other side that tells her Hannington has just loaded, beep after 3 minutes...And guess what...... I always call back. I asked her one day why she cant call me just this once...And she said.."U don't beep me".... Could some one tell her am not a gal!!
Whenever she is ending her goodbyes ..She always asks for airtime...She told me in one of the days she "calls" to 'bless' her with airtime...hmmmmm. I felt like I was the father in the confessions room after asking his lamb.." What troubles you my child?"
So Cece Winnans was in town and she was to stage this mega show at one of the best..I think its the best hotel in town of late....Where I hear that a soda is sold in dollars. She told me she wanted to go for the show....Can I take her? hmmm.....And you know when it comes to her ...NO is really hard....No seems like proposing to the gal I have loved my entire life. So I say we'll see. I looked for money !!!! banange....Every where...... I failed.
Meanwhile there was some gal in a hair salon I had promised ice cream. I had no idea she was doing her hair for our ice cream thing...I had two things on my mind.
I rarely pray but this time I asked God to intervene.....It was coming to one. It was just one of those days when am in the mood for gospel and I tuned 104.1.... miracles do happen people, they are real...The presenter announced how the tickets were sold out. I shouted a small halleluyah with in. Its so happened that she was listnening to the same station..she beeped immediately..I called immediately..
her:" Hanny have got the tickets?"
me: am just at the offices and they've just told me they've been sold out.
her: not even one is available
me: would have bought it for you if it was
her: why dint you come earlier
me: had no idea they would game like that
her: am so sorry for you
(me losing or ......)
me: may be will go for something else
her: maybe ....
me: ok bye
her: ok bye...Could you please send me some airtime I sent it....But God does work in mysterious ways....
I actually said no to her for the very first time...... Bravo Hanny...Bravo.
Friday, November 10, 2006
battle at kikoni water front
This post is dedicated to all the comrades that were injured in this war.
What a week this has been? I would have never prayed for anything better.
The week kicked off with the lecturer's scaring the government that they would strike..blah blah... and well to show their patriotism, they went back home and sat, actually most went back to rwakitula, kabale and that whole region. mbui they were striking...one of the relatives of the lecturers was stunned to see the guy on a monday morning and she asked "Aaroni, nenchi?" she thought the guy had been sacked. " Aron explained the whole situation and bla blah to the granny.
we the students were so pissed at the lectures, mbu they were striking by sitting down and doing nothing, what happened to patriotism? freedom fighters? tghe nelson mandelas, obote, Akol, Omar..ok those are not common names but are legends in lumuba.
i being an activist and fellow activists could not just watch as our love for freedom fighting, disambiguation, strikes be murdered and ruthlessly distorted by products of uncaring, child insensitive, poor village kabale, rwakitula, toro products.
our fellow comrades in the famous lumumba hall had been locked in, the chairman told us to look for reinforcements from all corners of our posts and to lead a war that would set an example to all those boys from rwakitula. he said the battalion on the central front had been ambushed. this was our chance to prove to him that we were men of honour. we joined arms, collected all the best weapons from all the posts and at exactly 6:00 am we attacked the famous kikoni.
everyone in the nieghbour was shcoked and surprised to see young men in their famous uniforms(undergradaute gowns) shoutinng in unison...i can steal hear the cries of weewe...weewe, eh strking oyee!!!!
we set up our platoon at the north gate, got the best bullets(stones), clubs and everything you could la your hands on, and attacked the northern army(police), they had all kind of artillary, but the commander kept on telling us to attack, attack..
we did the best we could, we took out some of the ground forces and the southern army was not doing also good.
things were going smoothly until they could take in no more, they brought thier airforce(tear gas), the southern front had warned us of this and we were well prepared. they took thier first shots, but like i said we had our countermeasure(water in buckets and basins), the counter measures completeky cooled off thier missiles and this annoyed their feild marshall real bad, he had underestimated us. In war never never underestimate your opponet, you just dont know what jhe is capable of. So the field marshall ordered the airforce to bring in the stelath fighters( big trucks of tear gas), and woooooooooo....what they didnt do to us!!!!
everyone started running for his/her life, the commmanbedr kept on sending orders but no one was listening, there were stampedes every where, people were running for their lives, i thought i was a good runner but i was disapproved that day, masks came out of nowhere, all white and only covered your nose, the whole place was misty,
people could not breath, i didnt know why they named it tear gas but i found out that day....it was total fraccass.. i couldn't breathe, see or talk, commander told us to man our stations...everything started to die out ...
i woke up in a cell and i had a feeling it was luzira...turned out i was right.
What a week this has been? I would have never prayed for anything better.
The week kicked off with the lecturer's scaring the government that they would strike..blah blah... and well to show their patriotism, they went back home and sat, actually most went back to rwakitula, kabale and that whole region. mbui they were striking...one of the relatives of the lecturers was stunned to see the guy on a monday morning and she asked "Aaroni, nenchi?" she thought the guy had been sacked. " Aron explained the whole situation and bla blah to the granny.
we the students were so pissed at the lectures, mbu they were striking by sitting down and doing nothing, what happened to patriotism? freedom fighters? tghe nelson mandelas, obote, Akol, Omar..ok those are not common names but are legends in lumuba.
i being an activist and fellow activists could not just watch as our love for freedom fighting, disambiguation, strikes be murdered and ruthlessly distorted by products of uncaring, child insensitive, poor village kabale, rwakitula, toro products.
our fellow comrades in the famous lumumba hall had been locked in, the chairman told us to look for reinforcements from all corners of our posts and to lead a war that would set an example to all those boys from rwakitula. he said the battalion on the central front had been ambushed. this was our chance to prove to him that we were men of honour. we joined arms, collected all the best weapons from all the posts and at exactly 6:00 am we attacked the famous kikoni.
everyone in the nieghbour was shcoked and surprised to see young men in their famous uniforms(undergradaute gowns) shoutinng in unison...i can steal hear the cries of weewe...weewe, eh strking oyee!!!!
we set up our platoon at the north gate, got the best bullets(stones), clubs and everything you could la your hands on, and attacked the northern army(police), they had all kind of artillary, but the commander kept on telling us to attack, attack..
we did the best we could, we took out some of the ground forces and the southern army was not doing also good.
things were going smoothly until they could take in no more, they brought thier airforce(tear gas), the southern front had warned us of this and we were well prepared. they took thier first shots, but like i said we had our countermeasure(water in buckets and basins), the counter measures completeky cooled off thier missiles and this annoyed their feild marshall real bad, he had underestimated us. In war never never underestimate your opponet, you just dont know what jhe is capable of. So the field marshall ordered the airforce to bring in the stelath fighters( big trucks of tear gas), and woooooooooo....what they didnt do to us!!!!
everyone started running for his/her life, the commmanbedr kept on sending orders but no one was listening, there were stampedes every where, people were running for their lives, i thought i was a good runner but i was disapproved that day, masks came out of nowhere, all white and only covered your nose, the whole place was misty,
people could not breath, i didnt know why they named it tear gas but i found out that day....it was total fraccass.. i couldn't breathe, see or talk, commander told us to man our stations...everything started to die out ...
i woke up in a cell and i had a feeling it was luzira...turned out i was right.
Tuesday, October 03, 2006
i am tired
I'm tired of being last on the list of people's priorities.
I'm tired of never having a place in their decisions. It's time I started worrying about my own damn self like others do and do what's best for me.
I'm tired of being accused of being selfish when I share everything I have with others, and try to share more but they won't let me.
I am tired of abstaining when am in a sea of girls.
I'm tired of saying ok when its actually not,.... i mean cant someone see that it's not without them asking.
I'm tired of people who are confusing my roomate, it affects me when his angry and when he has so much to talk about that you just cant sleep.
I'm tired of your judging me and persecuting me.
I'm tired of people who can't pronounce my name, it makes me sick inside. Why cant you cut it short, ....it's hanny, and say it like you mean it....guys pliz dont when there are girls around.
I'm tired of lieing...ok not alot but to get what i want or run away from what touches me...why cant i just tell the truth all the time. Am not saying everything I say are lies.
I'm tired of the job my uncle gave me, ...the problem is that everyone older than you is your boss...the most annoying are the daft ones especially his sister in law. My uncle thinks he knows everything, am tired of him asking for my grades when my Dad doesn,t.
I'm tired of rolexes, it's the only supper you can get past 10;00 in kikoni.
I'm sick and tired of some neighbour of ours who is so beautiful, sexy,....and all. I always just see her in a towel with a cute tatoo on that body of hers...and she never says hi to me.
I'm sick and tired of going to waterloo to say hi, ....there are some few people that i would love to go see but i end up going to all rooms.
I'm tired of ever complaining in my heart, someone pisses me but i just can't yell at you or fight, i fight with in.
I'm tired of my former roomate, the guy just wont grow up, hez still pimped up and uses the same vulgar language. But he is my friend and i love him and .......
Ok am tired of writing now, ..... by the way i was joking.
God,
Please forgive me for all my wrong doings. And please forgive me for neglecting you.
I'm tired of never having a place in their decisions. It's time I started worrying about my own damn self like others do and do what's best for me.
I'm tired of being accused of being selfish when I share everything I have with others, and try to share more but they won't let me.
I am tired of abstaining when am in a sea of girls.
I'm tired of saying ok when its actually not,.... i mean cant someone see that it's not without them asking.
I'm tired of people who are confusing my roomate, it affects me when his angry and when he has so much to talk about that you just cant sleep.
I'm tired of your judging me and persecuting me.
I'm tired of people who can't pronounce my name, it makes me sick inside. Why cant you cut it short, ....it's hanny, and say it like you mean it....guys pliz dont when there are girls around.
I'm tired of lieing...ok not alot but to get what i want or run away from what touches me...why cant i just tell the truth all the time. Am not saying everything I say are lies.
I'm tired of the job my uncle gave me, ...the problem is that everyone older than you is your boss...the most annoying are the daft ones especially his sister in law. My uncle thinks he knows everything, am tired of him asking for my grades when my Dad doesn,t.
I'm tired of rolexes, it's the only supper you can get past 10;00 in kikoni.
I'm sick and tired of some neighbour of ours who is so beautiful, sexy,....and all. I always just see her in a towel with a cute tatoo on that body of hers...and she never says hi to me.
I'm sick and tired of going to waterloo to say hi, ....there are some few people that i would love to go see but i end up going to all rooms.
I'm tired of ever complaining in my heart, someone pisses me but i just can't yell at you or fight, i fight with in.
I'm tired of my former roomate, the guy just wont grow up, hez still pimped up and uses the same vulgar language. But he is my friend and i love him and .......
Ok am tired of writing now, ..... by the way i was joking.
God,
Please forgive me for all my wrong doings. And please forgive me for neglecting you.
Monday, September 25, 2006
you got me wrong
First of all, a huge debt of thanks to all of you who spoke up, publicly and/or privately, to support me and the expression of myself through this blog. Some of you were 100% ....."you go, boy"; some of you don't necessarily agree with me, but support me in saying it; and some of you expressed neither approval nor disapproval, but encouraged me in some way. Regardless, I love all.
The main issue wasn't that some people expressed disapproval of what I said, or what they think I do. There were only two or three, actually one...and she knows herself who fit that category, and it certainly didn't rise to the level of harassment. Shez entitled to her thoughts, and I respect and understand her point of view...though...i will leave thay hanging.
No, I had second thoughts about this only because I wasn't sure that anyone was interested, but to my surprise, Ed liked it. I guess all men are the same, am speaking ldeally.
But whatever, i still think that given the opportunity, anybody can.
The main issue wasn't that some people expressed disapproval of what I said, or what they think I do. There were only two or three, actually one...and she knows herself who fit that category, and it certainly didn't rise to the level of harassment. Shez entitled to her thoughts, and I respect and understand her point of view...though...i will leave thay hanging.
No, I had second thoughts about this only because I wasn't sure that anyone was interested, but to my surprise, Ed liked it. I guess all men are the same, am speaking ldeally.
But whatever, i still think that given the opportunity, anybody can.
Wednesday, September 06, 2006
dont get me wrong
Many of you think I can’t handle a relationship. Someone told me that he thinks that I think cheating is ok in a relationship. Well I won’t say its not and won’t say it is.
But ideally, what is just so wrong with it if your not caught.
As far as men are concerned; major percentage believe that "if she (I mean the Haille Berry’s) agrees I will not miss the golden opportunity" but many would wish secretly in order to avoid any clashes, and if I find a gal who knows the fact that I’ am in a relationship but she is ready to fling, how can I basically say NO? I mean am a man.
It is the dream and an expectation of a man, yes, if the relation your in is unsatisfactory, becomes journey to heaven. However, no one can stop imagining the dominant personality of colleague (opposite-sex) even in a Christian surrounding.
Don’t get me wrong here, am speaking ideally. I wish I could mention some of the gals we know here but I wont, it might cause some problems.
There’s a friend ….ugh this one I’ll mention Ed, his hooked to this fine sister and the brother has love…for real if your reading this D,
But( ed it wont hurt) he still gets crashes yet his the most faithful brother I’ve known.
Now put him in a room with the G unit queen and she’s willing to go extra miles, I don’t think he would resist.
Gals on the other hand control their sexual desire in fear of social consequences (how many have I slept with, what will hanny think?), despite inadequate sexual appetite. That’s why most of the time they are upset, restless, tedious and etc; in their life. Research shows that sexual appetite is natural process connected with our body and brain functioning, as the relief is by the process of releasing so controlling is not normal can lead to major psychological diseases such as depression, sickness and lifelessness etc; are enough to invite blood pressure, mental and physical problems etc. which am not ready for at this tender age of mine.
Most people prefer to follow social norms and do not act, who act are either careless or their necessity or desire overcomes the society norms. It does not mean those who follow social norms are honest, they too have the feelings and desires, which they repress in order to avoid facing social consequences, indicates they are emotionally prepared for relation but social boundaries restrict them. Now I don’t know where I would fall.
Every one is honest as long as HE(very sure) or she doesn’t get the opportunity.
But ideally, what is just so wrong with it if your not caught.
As far as men are concerned; major percentage believe that "if she (I mean the Haille Berry’s) agrees I will not miss the golden opportunity" but many would wish secretly in order to avoid any clashes, and if I find a gal who knows the fact that I’ am in a relationship but she is ready to fling, how can I basically say NO? I mean am a man.
It is the dream and an expectation of a man, yes, if the relation your in is unsatisfactory, becomes journey to heaven. However, no one can stop imagining the dominant personality of colleague (opposite-sex) even in a Christian surrounding.
Don’t get me wrong here, am speaking ideally. I wish I could mention some of the gals we know here but I wont, it might cause some problems.
There’s a friend ….ugh this one I’ll mention Ed, his hooked to this fine sister and the brother has love…for real if your reading this D,
But( ed it wont hurt) he still gets crashes yet his the most faithful brother I’ve known.
Now put him in a room with the G unit queen and she’s willing to go extra miles, I don’t think he would resist.
Gals on the other hand control their sexual desire in fear of social consequences (how many have I slept with, what will hanny think?), despite inadequate sexual appetite. That’s why most of the time they are upset, restless, tedious and etc; in their life. Research shows that sexual appetite is natural process connected with our body and brain functioning, as the relief is by the process of releasing so controlling is not normal can lead to major psychological diseases such as depression, sickness and lifelessness etc; are enough to invite blood pressure, mental and physical problems etc. which am not ready for at this tender age of mine.
Most people prefer to follow social norms and do not act, who act are either careless or their necessity or desire overcomes the society norms. It does not mean those who follow social norms are honest, they too have the feelings and desires, which they repress in order to avoid facing social consequences, indicates they are emotionally prepared for relation but social boundaries restrict them. Now I don’t know where I would fall.
Every one is honest as long as HE(very sure) or she doesn’t get the opportunity.
Saturday, August 19, 2006
ugh
The season kicked off in high gear and everyone was certain of his team taking the trophy, going unbeaten all season and not losing to the virgin teams of this season. Well things backfired on my side, we almost lost on our first match in the emirates stadium but it was the future Beckham (if only he was an inch taller) that rescued us. That boy looks really good, he makes you think of fags otherwise.
Sorry Eddie, we’ll live another day, and I promise you this, can’t guarantee, but …you’ll fall in the emirates stadium.
So after our disappointment I decided to go get a prison break or X3.
As I was going through the lib shelves, some lady (I’ll call her that for formality)
came in and asked the new librarian that she wanted Jack Bauer part 5.....
God...its amazing..just amzaing...the poor librarian searched through all his collection and failed to find Jack. Yet he had all the 24's sleeping in his shelf comfortably.
So she decided to choose an "alternative", she asked for a Nigerian movie...my day was getting worse.
I just can’t believe that some one can go to a lib and get a “two can play that game remix in Nigerian and leave Pink panther on display. What is it with Ugandans and Nigerian movies? And the annoying thing they remember the titles and forget the flick Dicarprio drowned at the end (by the way to most it was the first time to see an actor die in his movie).
All this brought back sad memories ... there was a time we were watching a flick and a guy called Orlando bloom, Dicarprio...I felt like crying for the first time since crys called me a muganda.
He actually went on and told us more how Warlberg is Damon...
he not only stopped there... he told us how jack Bauer has just come on scene...
very few people know jack Bauer’s real aka, so is James bond, and Rambo (ok at one time we all did, if you don’t believe me ask a boo boy at home).
Yet the annoying thing they know Jenevive and some other fake guys of Nigeria Hollywood.
Can you blv they compare Julia Roberts with that gal, dammmmnnnnn!!!!
People these guys are known throughout the world, they have won Oscars and several other trophies (whatever they are) and are recognized as ambassadors, how do you get the zeal to compare them with akinukwa (whatver it means)?
Sorry Eddie, we’ll live another day, and I promise you this, can’t guarantee, but …you’ll fall in the emirates stadium.
So after our disappointment I decided to go get a prison break or X3.
As I was going through the lib shelves, some lady (I’ll call her that for formality)
came in and asked the new librarian that she wanted Jack Bauer part 5.....
God...its amazing..just amzaing...the poor librarian searched through all his collection and failed to find Jack. Yet he had all the 24's sleeping in his shelf comfortably.
So she decided to choose an "alternative", she asked for a Nigerian movie...my day was getting worse.
I just can’t believe that some one can go to a lib and get a “two can play that game remix in Nigerian and leave Pink panther on display. What is it with Ugandans and Nigerian movies? And the annoying thing they remember the titles and forget the flick Dicarprio drowned at the end (by the way to most it was the first time to see an actor die in his movie).
All this brought back sad memories ... there was a time we were watching a flick and a guy called Orlando bloom, Dicarprio...I felt like crying for the first time since crys called me a muganda.
He actually went on and told us more how Warlberg is Damon...
he not only stopped there... he told us how jack Bauer has just come on scene...
very few people know jack Bauer’s real aka, so is James bond, and Rambo (ok at one time we all did, if you don’t believe me ask a boo boy at home).
Yet the annoying thing they know Jenevive and some other fake guys of Nigeria Hollywood.
Can you blv they compare Julia Roberts with that gal, dammmmnnnnn!!!!
People these guys are known throughout the world, they have won Oscars and several other trophies (whatever they are) and are recognized as ambassadors, how do you get the zeal to compare them with akinukwa (whatver it means)?
Sunday, August 06, 2006
muganda
i asked someone last night to define me and
to my surprise she said, " muganda", well it surprised me because
the definition of muganda is mega depending,
say it could mean that you are too local; you watch yourself on tv and you dont beleive its you cause there's no way you got in.
accent; well most baganda's accents are not appeasing..and they just add luganda words to the english voca and it seems ok...like "kale those guys are bad".
dressing: baganda are smart people...even if hez going to a burrial.
am still pondering on the rest but whatever she meant left me thinking a lot.
to my surprise she said, " muganda", well it surprised me because
the definition of muganda is mega depending,
say it could mean that you are too local; you watch yourself on tv and you dont beleive its you cause there's no way you got in.
accent; well most baganda's accents are not appeasing..and they just add luganda words to the english voca and it seems ok...like "kale those guys are bad".
dressing: baganda are smart people...even if hez going to a burrial.
am still pondering on the rest but whatever she meant left me thinking a lot.
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