Me Me Me

I am now going to have some me time.

I will write as I please because it is my blog.

I shall not try to be clever, witty or exciting- I shall be just me

I will speak about whichever topic i feel like- and if you bring up a topic; I shall not always back you up (even if it is just for entertainment's sake)- i will speak my mind!

I will inform you- whether you are the boss or not- if your work just doesnt do it, i only use 4 muscles to smile, but i am now fatigued. think tough love. Tough ha ha

I will say no, if i dont feel like having some; and no i will not entertain your pervy ideas to retain your fuck-buddiness- plenty of fish and that is just the dam...

I will not suck up to your spongy friends- i am about all dried up; and no, i dont give a fuck if his dad is or was the CJ, minister or even president of our abundant regimes- bad manners is bad manners, even dressed up in burberry's

I demand that you return all my stuff- whether you think i am being funny haha or otherwise- it is mine- me- you borrowed. wait for your birthday, and hope that santa's still alive; he just might give me a call.

I request kindly *eyes glinting with evil* that you cease to discuss what you think you know of my love life- wait for the bleedin wedding card
note
this demand is valid for the next 2 decades- it is subject to change without notice

Dont hate me for being clever- i worked hard at 'clever' i read a book or two a week and yes, i get down to the nitty gritty of what i like- so fight fair; and dont get nasty when your shallow knowledge of an issue I am passionate about, runs out.

If I dont feel like talking to you i will not- i am 'trained' (see conditioning) to say hi, dont expect more- especially if you fall in the 'very small doses' category, or 'always rub me the wrong way' category; but if you fall in the I will talk to you when inebriated; say hi and get me a stiff drink- cheers

I am allowed to bitch about my job, I spend about 55hrs a week on it, and still work when not in the office- I would like to be doing better things like sleeping- but I love my job and will bitch about it as I please

Ok, you dont like me- that's alright, coz i really dont give a shit- just dont try to be nice, or worse still try to engage in 'meaningful conversation' my snap-o-meter is not resilient, so when i snap and cant unsnap- dont look at me like i am a mean icy bitch or raving lunatic at worst.

So, you are a golddigger; good for you went though that stage, what about you, like your men white? fine; oh, you cant stand women who take beer; you only have sex after the third date...cool; dont mind lesbians but cant stand homosexuals; you believe that a woman should manage the home while you party' you'll pay for the bills of course- ok refer to sentence 4... ; still chummy chummy? if you're cool- we could go places

Your complimenting me, and flattering me the whole night; and peeing around me to mark territory does not guarantee you a shag tonight love- was lovely, I love the attention- you're just not my type; well that is unless you are...

Yes, i get along with my 'partners' at work- we work together, got to know how he (well mostly) thinks- please stop reffering to their partners each time you see us together; i DO have a sex life; then again, I could always give you something to talk about.

ok, I can go on and on... but it just isnt the same as sleeping, it comes so easy...

ode to Uganda

“…I like I really like- I am falling in love…”

Finding out I was Ugandan as a teenager, was at the very least an earth moving experience for this teenage whose aim in life was to turn sweet sixteen like Maria in Sound of music.

It was like the female mammoth in ice age finding out she is not an opossum… hmmm but I guess, you always know deep down, like why cant you help me with my Kiswahili homework, and how come we have to kneel while greeting our granny, and mum it is not chikuyu for the nth time, ki ki ki kikuyu.

Now I am back home, no, home is not where the heart is… home is where home is… I love seating over a drink, with my people as they reminisce… and talk about my home, and my history

I love the boda boda, biker gangs in the making

The intrigue; how everyone seems to have a godfather of sorts

The grape vine; I fall, and you call me from Gulu in 5 minutes time to ask if I am ok

The scenery; yes, gifted by nature- flushing out all other holiday spots till I am done here

The silver back gorilla- you can see him in the picture- I am planning the trip to Bwindi park, the trek and my 60 minutes with him

The njawulo- ‘multi-tasking’ is everyone’s forte- everyone is making an extra dime

The stubborn need to be grounded- very vocal on moral issues, but.. eeeeh… you have to do as we say…

The kweyanjula and kuhinjira- a colourful ceremony where the guy asks for the chick’s hand in marriage- the cultural dress, the flair- the extended family

The love for life- we live everyday to the fullest

Those that wont let us forget- that they went to the ‘bush’ to fight

the list is endless, and so far I like I really like- I am falling in love- I am embrace my Uganda-ness; a new day a new story, my story.

I love Uganda, I love being Ugandan- I am home