lesson from a 12 year old

On Living With A Full Heart

When one is too hurt one cannot see others’ pain, is too blind with one’s own.
When one has many weights to lift, one cannot enjoy life.
When one has many expectations, one cannot be patient with others.
When one has fear, one cannot enjoy life.
When one does not give, one is making the heart lonely.
When one does not take, one is making the heart feel inferior
When one does not hope, one is shutting oneself into a tight closet.
But when one does not love, one is killing one’s self.

(written by 12-year old Olivia, Berkeley, California, 2/12/02)

3D Me

Allah!

Alo!

eeh!

After a magnificently frustrating month, i finally get to update this space. Am in this fight to get the best of this year before the year gets the better of me. I have made this extreme ovehaul of Me.Dreams. Ambitions.Expectations etc and its amazing how many me’s am coming up with. Kinda like the 3D me.So to amuse myself,i got online for a couple of those psyhology personality thingees and the results just had me in stitches but thats a story for another day.

So in the course of embracing,celebrating me i told myself these words:

Thanks for the times
That youve given me
The memories are all in my mind
And now that weve come
To the end of our rainbow
Theres something
I must say out loud
You’re once, twice
Three times a lady
Yes you’re once twice
Three times a lady

And I love you
When we are together
The moments I cherish
With every beat of my heart
To touch you to hold you
To feel you to need you
Theres nothing to keep us apart
Youre once twice
Three times a lady
And I love you
I love you

(3 times a lady-Lionel Ritchie)

Call me vain if you want to-

But i have this need to communicat with the whole of me.The good. The bad. The ugly

Virgin Tales

Howdy People,

Its already mid Jan and in my world i feel i haven’t crossed over yet. My mind has refused to wake up my body to let it know that the holiday has ended. This heat aint helping either.

The brightest piece of sunshine is staying at my house. she sings,dances,makes funny faces with the purest form of laughter ever. In her words, dancing, is shaking bootay! she will not watch adults in the skimpiest thingies, wiggling all over, who she aptly calls “bootay shakers “, kissing or any adult play ,foul language,violence on tv  and if she happens to have a glimpse,she will sream turn it off pleaaaase coz, i quote “it’s not good for me”. Her fav thing to say is “why?”. She likes  This amazing human being is  six.  Sad thing is,  she will be leaving on Sunday, back to those outside countries.

I have been prowling the blogsphere and something out there,a word actually, prompted me to carry out a lil research.Am even  doing this at work,coz you see this word has given me courage. Should the boss find me, i would be more than glad to ask for his contribution coz from past experience and a few observations,this word has a very entertaining effect on the hearer.

The potential of this word according to goggle initates into many fields.The defintions, as wide as they are deep.its been attached to human beings,companies,alcohol,oil,metals,speeches,computers,castles,doughnuts,wood and because i dont have enough time to type everything, add anything you want coz it will still apply.

Allow me to discuss the origins of this word primarily on the closest meaning that this word conjures once used or mentioned by the average joe or the sick,dementeddeepthinkingS.O.B.

From French, lets pick the key word: intact

Latin : “to be green, fresh or flourishing”

The first letters of this word, in Latin mean “man” and the last two letters in good old english mean ” trap” so the word would literally mean “mantrap”,Well that is  according to some dude called Frank Harris.

Now that i have bored you with this stuff,  the word that seems not to miss in all 21 questions and the object of my Research issssssssssssssss  VIRGIN

So from this study i have learnt;

1.if someone asks if  you are a Virgin, see here and here, they simply want to know if your an intact, green,fresh ,flourishing mantrap?.

2.Female Virgins are called “marys” and the males are called “Josephs”
Hope you have been somewhat educated and from me to you,this was never intended to make any sense.

out with the old,in with the new

well ho ho ho hoooo ,

Merry Xmas, happy new year or in good old German, if memory serves me right “ein gluckliches weihnachten und neus Jahr haben”.

There ’s excitement all over town and i love the decorations at DFCU and the snowmen at Aristoc with the cute blue  umbrella.

I hope as we travel,meet,gather,decorate, catchup, eat,drink and make merry,we will remember the real reason for the season.IF you don’t know,better ask somebody.You can start right here, with me.

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If i were to summarise 2k8 hourly, daily,monthly lessons in one sentence. You have one life, live it, live it well and leave it good.

I read a story on monday about a monk who joined a monastery and as per the requirements,took the vow of silence. The monks would each be given a chance to speak every ten years. So after 10 years,the head monk asks him what he would like to share, He says,”food bad”.

Ten years go by and its time for the monk to say something,and he says,”Floor hard”

Another ten years go by and the monk’s turn to say something comes up and he says, “Room cold”

Eventually,the monk couldn’t handle life at the monastery and he left.When asked to describe that particular monk’s life at the monastery,the head monk says,” oh! that one, he has done nothing but complain ever since he got here”.

2k9,  i oughta drive myself to complain less and appreciate more lest 30years of my life go by like the above mentioned monk.

Heck! why wait for 2k9 when i can start right now.Hope your on your way too.

And do get yourself some Philly Bongoley Lutaaya ziki, listen to “tumunsinze,katujaguze,and merry xmas”  like am doing right now. Guaranteed to bring back some memories.

How we die

dying to finish high school and start college

dying to finish college and start working

dying to marry and have children

dying for the children to grow old enough for school

dying to  retire

and now,iam dying and suddenly i realise i forgot to live.

Anonymous writer

found this in a book i was reading on sunday and it reminded me of 8th July 2007,i wrote a desire list where number one was

to think more about how to live,time check was 11:05:39pm.  I have died some more since then.

All yee ladies

A woman went shopping for a hubby at NYC’s famous Husband store(insert Ugandan equivalent).The rules for the store posted in the lobby announced that a person could only shop at the store one time.she could choose a man from any of the six floors of the store but once she left a floor, she couldn’t return to it.
The woman begins on the first floor where the signage read,”these men have jobs”. Employment is a good feature,she thought,but she was pretty sure she could do better.
she rode the escalator up to the second floor and read the sign that said, “these men have jobs and love kids”.That’s not bad, she thought but wondered what was further up.
The sign on the next floor read “these men have jobs, love kids and are veeery good looking”. woman was tempted but could hardly wait to see what was waiting upstairs. she rode the esca on up.
Fourth floor had the sign that said, “these men, have jobs, love kids,are very good looking and extremely romantic.She could hardly contain her excitement and thought,if that’s what’s on the 4th floor,i can only imagine what’s further up!
She didn’t have to wait long because she quickly moved to the next level.The sign up here said “these men have jobs,love kids,are very good looking,extremely romantic,and do house work! oh mercy! she says, if these men are so nearly perfect,what’s on the sixth floor.Though surely tempted to choose a near perfect man,her curiosity gets the better of her and she continues to the final floor to mister perfect.
On the top floor,the sign read,”there are no men on this floor.it merely exists to point out that women are never satisfied.

SOOO, what floor would you have stopped at or would you?

one or two things

I have a niece. she’s adorable. she was born on august 9th. when i see her i cant help but wonder  how truly God thinks. They say babies change you, i can testify. I try as much as possible to think what my life was like at 3 months. Watching her creates a neat picture. she can stare at at her arms for hours,totally fascinated like, oooooh this is mine too! I love the way she recognizes her name. She has recently learnt that kicking and boxing are fun. why do kids tag at  hair? she pulled mine, the words that almost came out of my mouth would have tainted her lil mind for life.

Every month we celebrate her birthday. This right here is a neat idea. I have trouble celebrating the year thing may be i just need to break it down. so people, Nov 22 is my birthday and i have a neat little list of stuff you could bring me as presents. From ribbons to one of those numerous islands in exotic places i keep seeing on tv.

its 46 days till the end of the year,thats how much time i have left to do all the crazy things i had planned. In the taxi yesto, the one and only Kasirye Gwanga,feeling sagacious said “the most painful and hurtful words there are in the world are the  words, if only”. Live your life now,enjoy it,so that when your looking back,u don’t use those words.smart huh?

In something totally unrelated, our rocal artists amuse me. Infact guys in showbiz worldover. The larger than life they potray you would think they dont kakka.(bandwagon effect,dont hate). Have you been in a public place with on of ours,say a bank,restaurant, and do you see the look on their faces like you bet you a**e its me,recognise me, am a star,theeee star,swoon over me. so your Byeebe cool,so what?

Today at DFCU, Byeebe walks in with his miss fyne.And yep they had that recognize air about them. people in there couldn’t be bothered. We were there for the same reason,inject dimes,eject some.

Our so called celebrities do ordinary things,they eat,sleep,kakka, have kids, and yet to some,they might as well be God. so if you become famous,and i dont fuss about you,just know,your human too.

Am  done hatin

weekend after

well after some crappy Friday, i managed to get a fantabulous weekend with the gals. Plot one had me going all the way to Luzira for lunch at my recently wed galfriends place sorry home. We ate,laughed,ate some more, laughed and all this time i couldn’t get over the fact that she was married. A wifey. I tried to picture myself in her position and found it hilarious. I surely know that’s one bridge i aint ready to cross.

I had never been in this area before so seeing the prison just made me wonder what kind of life the guys in there led. i got myself an opportunity to find out coz one of the gals had a friend who due to a bad mistake that led to the loss of life has a life time sentence. She invited us to come along the next time she went to visit.

Later we went for a fashion show that we actually didn’t get to see coz we were late but at least we showed up and our host was happy. We walked in last yet we were the first to leave.

Time check 9:30pm. One of the gals is to shaken to drive to our next destination. She had frozen at a roundabout yet she was already there and some conmen aka police stopped us and later drove off merrily after getting chai.Mbu he needed something to house his pips at the back.My thought was to commit a real crime,something that would actually give him something to do or cry about, i wanted to kick his nuts.

well the house warming party rocked,did 2 liters of coke,white wine and at some point it turned red,lots of meat chicken and thoroughly enjoyed the pitiful attempt to belly dance. At 12:30pm we wanted to leave but our car had been parked first so we spent the next hour looking for the owners of the cars behind us.

Went to bed at 2:00am,was up by 7:00pm. I needed to be in Entebbe by 10:30pm for a thanksgiving service and a birthday party. My friend’s brother was making 20years. You may be thinking, oh well just another bd party but we had much more to celebrate. He was diagnosed with a brain tumour at the age of 8 after a year of excruciating headaches and moments of blurred vision. The tumour needed to be removed as soon as possible so the cancer wouldnt spread and by nothing short of a miracle,total strangers offered to foot the bill for everything,the operation,airtickets,accomodation, medicine for as long as they stayed in SA. The tumour was removed and later he was declared cancer free.

He later lost his ability to see, paralysis in the right hand and because his body is too weak, he’s wheel chair bound. Yet,not one day did he feel sorry for himself or blame God. He loves Life.Listens to the cartoons on tv,listens to arsenal,his bestest team play.

could have passed on any time, two decades later he’s still here. We are thankful.

Life is amazing.

lift woes

This week has been characterised by quite a few depressing moments but this afternoon seems to be the winner.I had gone to workers house to deliver something i had promised to give to a client and one of the things i love about this place are the lifts,not only  coz they help me do maalo but as it goes up i feel like am conquering the world. so i usually get a nice spot at the extreme end,and drink it all in.

But today,i take this one and am the only girl amoung 10 men between the ages of 35 and 55.This is why i wasnt happy.

one had a bad case of halitosis(yeah yeah,big word) and he kept talking until he got out at 14th floor.Thats 14 flooors of bad breath.

Number two was heavy set man with killer kabuzi AKA B.O.He got out on the 7th floor.

The third, i can only suspect coz i know it wasnt me, decided this was the best place to release some gas.No kidding.

And that was my halitosis,BO,gas filled afternoon.How was yours?

befriending

i believe the luganda/runyankore equivalent is ‘kukwana’. I was heading over to a clients office yesto and i sat next to this dude who devised this totally ridiculous strat to ‘befriend’ me.Just as i was about to take a seat,someone jumped out of the taxi and this dude moved all the way from the back to the seat i intended to take up so we became seat mates. now i had spent a considerable amount of time listening to life house the past week and most of the songs got stuck in my head ,so i closed my eyes and listened to the voices in my head.

I had this do not disturb,mind at work look on my face but this mister couldnt be deterred.He kept staring and when he couldnt do it anymore he finally said hello and i said hello.I wish i had said something like so

mister: hello

me:same to you

Am sure that would have ended the conversation quick. I didnt.His next line

mister :How was your day?

me : its about 10:40am so am just experiencing the day and i can barely describe it in the past tense.That is what i wanted to say, but what came out was- okay.

we are getting to the climax of this episode.

Dude keeps quite for 30 seconds,reaches for something in his pocket,i had my eyes closed but i could hear the sound of something being unwrapped.

He offers me some.The look on my face must have said it all.

what the heck was this guy thinking!

i looked on in disbelief as he kept saying it’s okay,its just chocolate.(like the  Chinese one being hawked in the park)

Now I’ve heard the eclair stories but for the life of me i couldn’t believe guys actually did this stuff.for reyo reyo

i politely told him i don’t eat sweet things.He didn’t bother me again.

Now off to the topic that seems to be getting alot of coverage in the bloghood as i prefer to call it.

marriage. i have friends who are married,friends’s friends that are married and those who are almost married.

Its  like the top thing on their agenda the moment one leaves campus.So when the rest of us who are not yet there get together somehow the topic comes up again with more revelations of who got married and who is due.When i meet old friends in town the first thing they look at is whether my finger is dressed. if its naked  they give you all the names they can think of all their single friends,cousins,brothers.

With the numbers i have accumulated,am sure i can hook all you single ladies up.Not for free though.This love business is tight.

I have  gotten loads of advice on what kind of man to marry and the one to avoid at all costs. This guy once told me not to marry any dude who was below 25 because guys below that age are no where ready to take on the responsiblity that marriage brings no matter what they might be telling you. its kinda like defilement, feel free to agree or disagree.

The guy who told me happens to be an ex.

He’s engaged.

Just another person  i know who is getting married. I bet this is not the last time i will be jazzing about this topic,watch out for me and denzel….yep that very one.