show me yours i will show you mine


out with the old,in with the new

Posted in Uncategorized by yennengani on the December 19, 2008

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

Posted in Uncategorized by yennengani on the December 16, 2008

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

Posted in Uncategorized by yennengani on the December 15, 2008

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?