Resolutions for 2011
1. I cannot tell you
2. Same as above
3. Always return calls, reply text messages and emails – if only just to be polite.
4. Be happy and thankful.
Haha why make the world more complicated than it already is. Can’t wait to excel – I pray you do too.
Have a great week people.
All’s well that ends well they say – this year has been the darkest since my existence. I have failed at love and friendships, won with family, excelled in career and learnt to let go.
Despite being tough in more ways than
one, I am thankful to Him above that I can wake up with a smile and know that I will learn to love again, that my family’s got my back and that my career… well my career is where I wanted it to be at this time in my life. I have learnt that God is good, all the time and his faithful every single day – even when things seem hard.
If I am to take anything away from 2011 – the lesson is simple – To be still and know that he is Lord
I close 2011 with unbelievable by Craig David and Declaration – Kirk Franklin
Have a beautiful Christmas people and let 2012 be the year you need it to be - As for me its the crack of dawn. See you on the other side.
Literal meaning :
'I love you like fried chicken, I worry about you like I do about tuition, you take my heart like an electric bill ,therefore I will wait for you like the presidential elections in 2006.'
You gotta love this guy for trying right …lol..:-)
Happy week people :-)
This weekend three things happened, I met Zora, I met Angela & Brian, I met Brian & Tall Frank.
Zora: Not the best looking girl I have ever laid my eyes on, but her confidence did work for her all the way – though the arrogance and rudeness did not work well in her favour. After a few moments of our meeting I was appointed the task to set her up with my ‘white friend’ – DH as for this she informed us how she was going to lose weight so that she would get him to love her and yes she was very serious. Will I do it – hell NO.
Angela & Brian: I looked across the room and there is this dude staring at me like he knew me. Out of courtesy I extend my hand to exchange pleasantries and this dude give me my life history for way before this world took away my innocence. We talked for a while; he tells me Tall Frank is in town. I ask him how he and Angel know each other as the chic was giving me evils and I didn’t want to be trading on dangerous grounds. He explains that his ex boyfriend to her sister. I am uncomfortable, he asks for my number, I give it to him and sketch my others.
Brian and Tall Frank: I get a call Sunday morning, I agree to a meeting. We try to catch up. They are talking about getting laid, being laid, when the best time is to be laid , which man would be impossible for a Ugandan girl to lay (all this while i am thinking this is the kind of conversation I listened to three years ago- I mentally cross them out of my co – circular activates)
I will borrow leaf from Autorose and evaluate my choices(not my friends) and not to being a miss goody two shoes bitch I believe I should take hind of W. Somersetr Maughem’s words don’t you.?
Have a great week people.
Thanksgiving seem to have crept up on me this year, but that doesn’t mean that I have nothing to be thankful for despite the fact that I have lost track of the times and season that I still think its June at times but still have most of 2012 laid out. All being said and done this year I am thank for a lot;
The Lessons that I have learnt about love, being in love and patience. The heart wants what the heart wants but it’s not always that the heart gets what it wants. I have learnt the hard way that if you truly love, then you never give up on those that you love no matter what. That’s the difference between love the feel and love the action.
For the opportunities that I have had across my way, that I am happy, content and grateful. He told me to be still and knew that He is God. So when one door closed, he opened another for this reason I know that It’s not that I want to be a billionaire, it is that I know I will be a billionaire – not like Bad Black though
I am thankful for working for Americans who know the meaning of thanksgiving hence getting Friday off across the board.
For my friends, the old who have still love me through it all, the new who will stay for as long and for those that I have lost along the way – it was good knowing you, I learnt a thing or two.
For my family, who love me for who I am, the way I am, with no questions asked.
Food for thought;
Last weekend I came to a conclusion I had disputed for a long while – White people cannot dance, growing up in a black neighborhood doesn’t help their cause either.
Since I flew the nest, the longest I have been home has been eight weeks a time, but in all my travel and adventures I have come to realize that there is no place like home. And though I know I might be preaching to the choir here the things I miss about Kampala are countless, so I thought if I jotted a few down I would reminisce and drop it, so here goes;
The way that I ways feel there is not enough time in a day. If only we could get 5 extra hours I would be contented. The fact that I always seem to be on the move, in a rush to meet a friend for lunch, coffee, a drink or two after work, dinner, to make a drop or a pick up, to spend time with family, to catch up with a mate. There just seems to be not enough time in 24 hours.
The way my parents, cousin and brother beg me to make breakfast, lunch, supper, evening tea snacks..whatever is edible and requires preparation. In my mum’s worlds – living by yourself got you to learn how to cook. I keep saying to myself it’s not my fault I am gifted people..:-)
My girl Sheila – the one person who knows me, my ups, my downs, my deepest darkest secrets, all my personality traits. The one person I am so sure would cry with me, laugh with me, Jump with me despite how high, the one person who will be on my side of the road even though we both know I am on the wrong side.
The pork at Kyadondo ruby club - Ok you can argue with me on this one, but I have had the best nights, bumped into people I never thought I would ever meet ever again, danced to odd music, had some eventful nights, made friends who will I know will last a while, and finally understood the gentleman’s game all in the same place. Come on you gotta love this place.
My cousin ‘Kili Obvious’ (how she got that name is a story for another day) – The sweetest, funniest , craziest and most loving cousin a girl like me would ever ask for. This girl never seems to run out of what to say. She’s sister I never heard.
The stand still traffic during rush hour especially on the Mukono-k’la road, clock tower (you gotta love the traffic police – who in my opinion cause more traffic), the short cuts I came to learn and Kironde road- the one road I can go 80 on and still feel like I am going up hills and valleys.
The one K – who seemed to get me on a rollercoaster ride every week but at the end of the day I just couldn’t help but smile and fall in love all over again
My parents who seem to love me more now than they did when I was still dependant on them.
Home is defiantly where the heart is. You have got to see it to believe it.
Its all fair in love and war they say, but is it really..??!!
I am a firm believer in talking – let’s sit down and talk it though it like two grown adults and lets come to a solution even if it means that we just agree to disagree. This is one of the reasons politics leaves a bitter taste in my mouth.
What will war solve if it’s at a cost of so many promising lives? The future Bill gate, Steve Yobes, Besigye, Bebe cool and Bobi wine of a generation to come. So you want to control the oil, the gold, the salves, the prostitutes. How about we sit down and make a gentleman’s agreement backed up by the law. Let’s be civil about it and show who the bigger man is. So when the likes of Omara Bashira attack a people who are so fragile and helpless in the name on power and control. It saddens my heart and as the whole world watches I dread to be him on judgment day.
And when it come to the affairs of the heart, why fight, throw acid or arrange a bitch slapping session to another individual simply because the two a company has become three a crowd. If you are old enough to get the emotions flowing through you then you are old enough to know that it doesn’t matter whose taken what , who , when , where. The preacher man last Sunday said that if she stole him from you, its simply because you two were never meant to be, so stop crying, man up and move on (his words not mine). As big a curd it is for me to chew on, sometimes as hard as it is, it’s better to just walk away. After all they do say that time heals all wounds. You will defiantly learn to love again.
These words inspired by ; Whats a man to do? – by Usher Raymond. And the struggle after the partition of Sudan and south Sudan
Have a great week people.
My last girlfriend standing is due in dec/ jan – and she knew how to keep a secret well, not that I would have scolded her. Honestly I would have genuinely been happy for her.
The other day I had lunch with one of my girls and she had just been proposed to. I was excited for her, over the moon …thrilled in fact, then I asked her so how about kids and career ( she is a go getter like I am). Her expression did all the talking for her, ‘ Babies come first’, she said. At that moment it dawn on me I was the last girl left standing in my circle of friends who wasn’t looking for a baby anytime soon or willing to have a man ride me all night long in the name of making one.
So then my mother asked me the other day, if I was born without maternal instincts, next thing I knew I being introduced to some stinking rich guy who did not hesitate to get my number and ask me too lunch. The fact that he was shorter than me bothered me. In my mother’s words, ‘every girl needs a man, if you cant find any I will help you get one’, She went on to listed the qualities she knew would work for me. The funny part was all possible suitors did not fit the profile.
So this brings me to my question; would it be so wrong if I opted for IVF (artificial insemination) in our African society? Why would I opt for that?! Because I am a proud preacher the NBM (not before marriage) and I don’t see any wedding bells for me in the next six weeks let alone next year. So would it be so wrong if I waited to have a child of my own, chased my career and after am a big-time shot I run down a clinic, put my feet up and get some random doctor shoot sperm of someone I will never meet up me. Plus side high chances I will have twins that I have always wanted hence two for the price of one.
