Here I Am.

Isaiah

2011-11-23T07:23:00.000-08:00

So i did't I announce the coming into this world of my nephew Isaiah. The good news was broken to me while in Mbarara at Agip Motel having a good time with my 3 month fiancee. That's a story for another day.
I was the first person my little sister called after delivery. It was a such an emotional moment and the first thing that came to my mind was mom. I wished she was here to experience the joy of being a granny.

Awesome little thing he is. I'd also be so mean if I didn't share his awesomeness with you.

Isaiah at about 1 month.

Learning to suck his thumb like his uncle, at the same age.

Fun moments chilling with Uncle Fab.

Pondering how to convince these guys that we need to take a walk.

On duty (baby sitting) after a very long night. I couldn't stand up but he was very comfy where he was.

Two years down the road and we shall be hitting those supermarkets and kids play areas to bring down two birds with one stone. Isaiah to play and the uncle to add to his list of admirers. Ain't it universally acknowledged that a gentleman in possession of a baby (baby sitting) attracts many ladies' attention and admiration.
Don't ask when i'll get him a niece or nephew; the fiancee run away with all those dreams.
Leggo young man.

Being thankful.

2011-07-31T04:47:00.000-07:00

So today marked 29years since my sweet momma brought me into this good world. Too bad she ain't here to see what a fine man i've grown into. Big up to the old man, u rock.
Thankful to the All Loving God for all He's done for me.

Grateful to family, friends and in-laws to be. I got to thank the in-laws in advance. I know one day i'll have some and i'll love them like my own blood relatives.

I have a lot of prospects for this year. Something BIG got to go down. By the time i hit the big-30, i should have something to be very proud of. Experienced almost all of life's desires so it's about time i move on.

Thanks to all those who've been there for me. My blogger and twitt family, "gracias mushos'.

You rock.

02.07.2011

2011-07-05T04:50:00.000-07:00

I saw him while Golola was doing his thing.

The Virus

2011-07-01T03:48:00.000-07:00

Being inconsist and unrailable is not my middle name but with blogger i just got infested. I would refer to its as a disease but that would be pushing it abit too far. so i will just jot down my thoughts as below,
1. I met someone, a blogger infact but i am not at liberty to name and shame.
2. .............
3. My mind goes blank. hence reason i blog no more.

Am off to twit..find me there if anyone wants to holla.

Philip Tendo Pip "Kapale"

2011-06-28T13:38:00.000-07:00

Today 28th June 2011, marked 3 years since you passed on.

I still miss you Philip. Moments of your life are still so alive. Bugolobi has never been the same since you departed. The boys all miss you. Very few sittings at Kagame's go by without your name being mentioned.

You didn't have to go so soon. You should have been here and see how crazy this world has become. Offer some crazy but very informed and intelligent ideas.

But anyway it was all God's plan and we are consoled by the fact that one day we shall meet up there and continue from where we stopped. I really wonder how Bob copes without you. It's really hard for me, so how about him.

So glad i knew you and we were friends. Spare a place for me bro.

Till that day. R.I.P Philip.

Oh, another good guy just joined you up there (Sunday 26th June 2011). His name Philip Magezi. Wait, he's your namesake. Please take care of him and initiate him bulungi.

Mourn till we join you Pip' and Philip.

The one

2011-06-09T12:30:00.000-07:00

She is so sweet,
Loves and honors the Lord
Self-disciplined
Not a gossip
Enthusiastic
Respectable
A lot of Inner beauty
Good personality
Good sense of humor
High degree of integrity and honesty
Trustworthy
Godly wisdom
Makes wise decisions
Well-organized
Fun to be with
Intellectual
Modest
Kind and caring
Non-critical
Similar interests
Good communicator
Forgiving
Good listener
Not materialistic
Thankful
Supportive
Good manners
Accepts me for who I am
Friendly
Hospitable
Patient
Can cook
Non-sexist
Responsible
Noble Character
Prompt
Humble
Smart
Someone you want to be the
mother of your children
Creative
Resourceful
Nurturing.......just to mention but a few.

24 but even at 95 she'll remain that way.

What more would one want....The One.

Party time.

2011-04-19T02:48:00.000-07:00

So my kid sister's giveaway or traditional wedding is this weekend 23rd April 2011.
We have gotten over the shock of her getting married at 23years and are now very happy for her. Actually looking forward to the day.

One lesson learned though. Never despise people because of their tribe, religion, job, social status, etc etc. I'll soon have a brother inlaw from a group i once considered less equal with others. Not anymore. We've gladly and happily accepted him as a brother.

So anyone want to join us in celebration this weekend? We even got Magharita and Cosmopolitan for the corporate Kampala belles. Gin and tonic for the guys.

Madness

2011-04-05T01:47:00.000-07:00

This morning while listening to one of the morning radio shows, a guy writes in
complaining about people's short minded nature because of the negative reactions he's received on a life decision he has made. Apparently he is married and the wife makes a lot more money than he does. So the wife has suggested he leaves his job and take up role of baby sitter or house husband. The guy's friends are so against it and his mother has labeled him a disgrace to the family for abandoning his role of main bread winner in the family.
People, isn't this total madness. How can one be comfortable living off his wife? This is a total patriarchal society and the men are supposed to provide for their wives and children. In this case it’s going to be the reverse i.e. the wife fending for the husband.
Imagine a situation where the guy wants to have a drink with the boys. Would he ask his wife to give him some money? How about asking wifey to buy him a deodorant, boxers, airtime, or money to go to the barber shop.

Jeez, this guy needs Jesus.

Blogville

2011-03-24T08:32:00.000-07:00

I miss this place and reading all the nice Ugandan blogs out there. Plus i heard there are a lot of new bloggers.
One thing though, i try so hard not to miss the Uganda Bloggers' Happy Hour every last Thursday of the month. I wonder if that still makes me a blogger.

Lately, my day starts at 6pm. Am usually indoors till evening. No am not into any dirty business, just life and its strange ways.

Time check 18.45h, off to see what the day has got to offer.

See u next week at UBHH.

Beauty and Brains

2010-10-06T10:03:00.000-07:00

There is this little young girl whom from the first day we met has never ceased to amuse me. Not only is she so beautiful but also very bright and focused in life.
We met at a party at my house and when leaving, she asked for my number. I thought it was a moment of "i know what i want and i go out and get it".

After a few days she calls and we do a post party redition. Talk later drifts into business. In a few days we were speaking big sums of money deals. All we planned didnt work out but we made some money together.
All this time, i overlooked her beauty and was simply mesmerised by her brains. This girl has done almost all kinds of job. Work at the parliament building, hotelier, freight business, airport handling, you name it. And all this time she is in school doing her University education.
One day i ask why she is working her A** off and not living like normal University students. Her response, "my dad told me i should be 5 times richer than him". Her dad is a prominent business guy in Uganda and has appeared in various editorials as one of the top 10 richest guys in Uganda.

Today over lunch and catching up after a long time, she tells me she's leaving the country for further studies. I take a look at her documents. Then her passport ..........Oh My God, this girl is JUST 22years.

I always argue with some "chauvinist" guys that there are so many cases of beauty and brains combined in one. {They shd actually come meet all my lady blogger friends}
Thinks i over heap praises on her and that she has her negative side. I dont know.

If this aint marriage material, then what is it? My bachelor friends, holla at your boy for a hook up.

September 2010

2010-09-30T02:51:00.000-07:00

Apparently some dude read my blog, found out i was dating the sister, and decided we were not worthy being friends anymore. Along went a couple of people i previously regarded friends. All i was charged with was breaking the unwritten bro code.

Anyway, a number of them have returned and things are getting back to normal. Me and the maama, there's definately a big change. She's been abused and scolded for coming between her brother and his friends. I seriously dont see light at the end of the tunnel. Guess i was meant to be a freelance for life. hehe.

But all is well. It pays having a million genuine friends with 800,000 being ladies.

God bless the woman some more.

A memoir to a departed friend

2010-07-15T00:23:00.000-07:00

11th July 2010 and many innocent lives were taken by what is believed to be suicide bombers. Amongst them was someone i called a true friend.

Keziron Muwanga William. We met way back in 1997/8 and became instant friends. Just like your name Keziron, you were unique. Never met anyone else with that name, same way ill never get a friend like you.

So long my boy. I vividly remember our last meeting on Friday 9th July 2010. On that evening i decided to stay with family and not with the boys as is the routine. That's the night i run into you. I was happy and suprised to see you that night. I inquired where you'd been as i hadn't seen you in a while. You told me you had just returned from RSA for the world cup semi-finals. You even left your friends for a while and joined us. I remember you talking to my old man and assuring him that all we were left to do in this world was take good care of ourselves as life was too good to loose. (I told him of your passing and he was so hurt).
We didnt stay long but we agreed to meet the following day at Just Kicking and do what we do best, party. Too bad i didnt make it.

Fast forward to Monday 12th July and i receive a call about your disappearance and like most of us would do i brushed it off. I knew you was somewhere working hard as you always did. Work hard, party hard was our unwritten motto.
I tried all your phones but all were off. You were later discovered in the mortuary and the sad news broken to me. I cried........., lived in denial for sometime untill i saw you "sleeping" in that coffin. My man, that "tux", eeh! Was it the one for the wedding? And only 2 cuts on your face, you seemed so fine. I was with you 'till your final resting place. Why am i even explaining myself out, coz i know you were watching down on us.

You really left so soon my boy. So much projects left incomplete. Your one month old child who'll have no sweet memories of his daddy. He'll only hear stories of how a noble man his dad was. The Master's degree you were about to complete. How about all those Min Of Health projects you'd started but never got chance to complete. Your wedding day slatted for December 2010. All i can do is imagine what a glorious day it would have been. Your dad not to mention mom were hit so hard. We all had such huge hopes in you.

12 years have been a very long time. You was like a brother to me. We went through life's stages together. We were so naughty, young and so free.
Some of the moments ill never forget;

-Our first drink at Canada. Remember we even had an anthem.
-How we'd escape and go to watch movies from those local cinemas.
-The not so good looking chics you made passes at and i'd diss you.
-Playing tennis at YMCA.
-Watching basketball at YMCA and Lugogo courts.
-When asked to handout English textbooks, our policy of "boys first" skipping the girls making the teacher so cross and chase us out of the lecture to our delight.
-How we made friends with the ladies in the home economics class so we'd feast on their nice food from the practicals.
-The transday discos at Hotel International Muyenga, Sparks and Roof Top.
-My man, never met a man as cunning as you. Dude, the way you'd hide those summaries; i haha-d. But you saved me those F9s in accounts class.
-The very many names we had for you. Musomesa aka Mpambara from one of our teachers. Was that why you offered Education for a first degree. We all laughed at it as you could never make a teacher.
-How we assured people at school that we had simply enrolled to make friends and people to employ in the future.
-Rememeber when we disbanded our class soccer team coz they were loosing. We named a new tame consisting of only our friends and whoever thought could kick a ball. Luckily we drew one match and won one. We've always been good managers; right?lol
-The way we read hard towards our O'level final examinations. Dude where did you get all those notes from.
-Many a time you bailed me out when i spent my break and lunch money on some ka-chic. haha.
-At school lunches, you always had a way of making it to the front of the line and you'd allow me step in infront of you.
-How we joined the interact club just so we could take trips to other schools. How we mimed a DMX song the 3 of us. But i beat you guys to it seeing that the chics only "screemed" at my part. haha
-Do you rememebr the day some guys mock-married off a ka-girl you liked and we were barred from attending. Dude i missed out on those free eats just cause i was your tight. Bouncers were put in place to keep us at bay.
-That time in school when 2 very old chaps got into a fist fight and you looked for me everywhere on campus so i could witness this tyson-holyfield bout.

And later in our adult life;

-That afternoon at Me! when you introduced your lady and told me you was walking her down the isle.
-The partying at Just Kicking and Rugby club. Too bad you met your death there.
-Those nights with Aggrey when you tried to call me out of bed and i'd refuse. You called me all kinds of names but it was okay as i knew it was friendly fire.
-The stupid prank you and Afande Mbareba pulled on me. BTW i'll never forgive you guys.
-You always updated me on all those people i hadn't seen in a long time.
-You never introduced me to any of those UCU ladies and yet you were supposed to be our ambassador there.
-You always gave me personal and biz advise and most of it was on point. I should have bought one of those Min. of Health cars at a laughable price.

And what i believe was your greatest quality in life, PATIENCE. You took your time in whatever you did. You never did anything in a rush nor rushed people into doing things. More to that, i never ever saw you get cross with anyone. You always had a smile in place. I wish there was a way you would have passed on that quality before you departed this crazy world of ours.

R.I.P my good friend and please grab a place for me. Am so glad to have met someone like you in my life; 12years aint small.

To the Al'shabab rebels, you got it right. You hit where it hurt most.

And to the other innocent lives taken, we mourn till we join you.
Angela Namara, only golden memories.

Down memory lane.

2010-05-31T05:13:00.000-07:00

Was flipping through my archives and came across this lovely lady.

Please dont comment.

Happily married with 1 lovely baby boy.

Random

2010-05-03T05:42:00.000-07:00

Am tired of always starting my posts with ".....Its been a while since............"

I didnt post anything all through the month of April. This time it aint Mrs. Blogcks to blame; its TWITTER. With twitter i interact with a good number of the bloggren on a daily. This makes it hard to put up a full blogpost.

April was an interesting month. Apart from the too much work. I badly need some rest by the way. Coming to 2 years now and i report to office on every working day. Believe me even the paid leave aint helping a thing. Need to take annual work leave just like all normal working people. Problem here am the MD, CEO, Accountant, HRM, Operations Manager, tea man, photocopier, etc of our small firm. So if i took leave all these departments shall collapse.

Through the rigorous socialising, ive also made a few more friends. This included a local celeb if Ug TV presenters count for celebs (But our Lulu is a celeb no debate on that). Oke, all the nice, eloquent, intelligent, confident TV presenters are celebs; right?
Proud to state that the fine young lady that presents Showtime on one of the local TVs is my bosom friend. We got along so well from day one. Very nice intelligent beautiful young lady. The KB (do people still use that word?) flowed so well and she told me she does a show on TV. First thought was one of those budding TV stations but wasn't the case. You see my TV is choosy so it doesnt pick the signal of some stations while doing an auto search so i watch very little TV.

I have also picked up on a not so cool habit of GAMBLING. Of late my most frequented websites are sba.com, vitibet.com, mybetworld.com, soccernet.com, sportsresults.com, etc. That's for sports betting. I had resisted joining sports betting untill one guy nailed a jackpot of 1.3m ugx off ugx 5,000. Would you regard me as a greedy person for i want to also win some big money off my little bet!

Then there is the casino. Pyramids casino. Thought gambling was for the super rich but not so true. These guys have chewed a fair share of my hard earned money. However, i also always make sure i consume a fairly proportional amount of their drinks seeing that while on table all drinks come free. Actually on a loosing day, i make a mental calculation of the money lost and order for drinks twice that amount. haha. Am not a bad looser afterall. That way it appears like i spent the money on a normal night out. It also makes me look cool when in company of "some" ladies.Reminds me of those primary school science books on reasons why people smoke and drink alcohol........to look cool".

American and not Russian Roulette is my favourite gambling game and number 23 from jny23ug is my favourite number although its never lucky for me. But i insist as i know i'll one day hit a jackpot and quit.

By the way it feels better loosing money trying to win some more than buying some very hiked and hyped beer prices at Cayenne and Boda boda bar.

So what you guys been up to? BLESS.............

Life is good.

2010-03-25T04:11:00.000-07:00

March is fast coming to an end and no new posting. Just a few highlights of my escapades in the past few days.

Am so lucky Giko's candle never burned out so i was able to make that trip to Kigali. Met her and Sibo. Shared a drink and some quality time.

Was meant to be a part of my boy's gusaba/kwanjula/kuhingira/introduction/traditional wedding entourage, but we only met a day after in the drink house. Crazy, right? Blame it on the......sorry am not good at remembering names.

Just like on my previous visits to that country, I still lost the battle to Mutziig beer. Could it be the next best beer after Nile Gold.

Kigali is such a small town. I met almost all the people i know in that country in just one night. At a house drink up, the bar Sundowner and in the club KBC.

Made new beautiful french speaking friends 4 of whom are planning a trip to Kampala come April. Apart from their not so good English language (which sounds so sexy though), they are such kids. At 20years one is deemed an adult, but that aint true. It should be moved to at least 25years.

Took some lovely shots in Rwanda but was made to take an oath of secrecy before my return. However, that can be broken if you got MAFARANGA. Money is power you know.

My man Normzo for not spilling what i saw in Rwanda, i'll introduce you to my little french speaking friends when they come to Kampala. Deal?

On my return, i happened to meet another lovely blogger from Kibaki's land but working in Uganda at the moment. Thanks PeeKayW for inviting me over for that farewell party at your crib. It was fun.

At the moment a very close friend is out of the country for a week. Boy do i miss her so much. Thank God for messenger for i dont know how much harder it would have been. Ever been so happy to speak/chat with someone that you are always fighting not to use the L-word on them.

Easter weekend is fast approaching. Road trip, Kla to Kigali all the way to Bujumbura. Anyone want in?

Otherwise, BHH today. All routes point that way.................BBQ Lounge.

Be good ya'll and take care.

2010 its just a few months.

2010-02-19T08:30:00.000-08:00

Its been a while since i was last here.

The year 2010 is yet to bring in any disappointments.

Work is good. Too much work but that's okay as more work means more money thus living the Ug dream. Clients from heaven and hell; ive met them all.

Advertisment break....
"Anyone in need of freight services i.e both sea and airfreight from all parts of the world, you know who to call"....end of kalango(read advert).

Been to extremes in life. The other day i mused at selef after realising how unconsciously i'd become a kayungilizi (read broker) of sorts. Selling land at the shores of lake victoria, another plot in Jinja, Nalya and a house in Namanve. Dude, it aint easy being a guy as brokeness is a no-no. And this aint my normal line of operation. Just helping out friends and the dimes ofcourse.

Had to cancel 2 trips to the land of 1000 hills. Missed out on those beautiful belles(does anyone still refer to ladies that way?). Ma'bad to the guys down in Kigali for i aint coming to see you. I am on invitation of the ladies so its only them that i'll be hanging with. Normzo, i have to make you feel so jealous one day soon.

And oh yeah, i have a lady friend with whom we are getting so close by the day. All naughty and stuff but it aint our fault.

Right now its lent season and people are fasting/ keeping away from things they really love. Listened to so many crazy resolutions and the craziest was "not having sex during the day time." I for one am not going to taste soda throught the lent period. Yes soda, coz on average i take like 3 sodas a day. My friend its not going to be easy.

Thats what's up on my side; yours?

See you all on the twitter side.

Highs and Lows of 2009

2009-12-31T01:16:00.000-08:00

2009's been one helluva year.
Year started on a high as Sheba(now X) returned home from France. Boy it was one hell of a month.

Lots of partying all through the year. Made many more friends and kept the old ones as well. Put faces to different blogs. Got more hooked to the twitter thing and i must say its made life and work in 2009 very interesting.

A couple of friends got married, others introduced, kukyala-d,kuhingira-d. A number of hookups and breakups as well. New babies in the year. Congs to my boy Timo, Franco and Rhiza, Lillian, Kaija on getting married. Franco, Shakespeare, Chanel, Lillian, Bliss, Cathy, Raquel on joining parenthood.

Couple of lovely ladies in my life this year too. Charlotte, Cynthia, Ann, Annet, Pauline, Rachael, Betty.
Also some more; Millie, Faith, Annabel, Barbara, Carol, Cuyler,Grace, Ophrah.

Also happened to move house from Nalya to Kiwatule. Miss my old house though. It was way too cool compared to the current one. didn't even have a house warming for the present residence. My family moved to the new house as well and the old man is happier there.
Kid bro graduated from Uni.

Work just got better and next year am aiming for the highest. 2010 is gonna be my break through year.

On the low side, a couple of friends and family members didnt make it through the year. R.I.P and we still love you.
There were days of absolute brokeness and days when i thought i had too much money for my own good.

My friend broke a leg as we were playing soccer and boy was he in alot of pain.

Other low moments like lost phones, property, minor accidents, spoilt gadgets, fights with friends and family but that doesnt come close to the good times of the year.

What can i say, 2009 ROCKED and all ye my blogger family and tweeps, you are one awesome bunch. Thanks for being nice people and all the best through the new year.

HAPPY NEW YEAR and decade.

STARS

2009-11-12T05:14:00.000-08:00

Last night as i was chilling on my veranda with glass of juice and "making clouds", I looked up into the sky and marvelled at how beautiful it was with the many brightly shinning stars. At that moment one thing crossed my mind; those were our dearly departed friends and family looking down on us. I named a couple of them and broke into a smile. I was in safe custody.

The count was as follows;

1. Dearest MOM.
2. My 3 grand parents
3. Auntie Penina.
4. Auntie Mable
5. Tendo Philip(Pip)
6. Timothy Agaba
7. Kagoda Jesse
8. Brenda Nsangi
9. Mugabe Kaijuka (Gabs)
10.Lydia Nassali and her baby.
11. Jean Muwanga
12. Little Keira Nagimesi
13. Michael Birungi
14. Wilbrod Oketcho(OX)
15. Sebulime (Santos)
16. Dedan Kiruri
17. Uncle Tom
18. Bukenya Bryan
19. Kennedy Wanguria
20. My cousin Joyce, Roscoe, etc.

3/4s of these were only in their mid 20s.

You could add onto this list. We love yu all.

Confessions

2009-11-03T22:12:00.001-08:00

From spending after work evenings as family, on to frequent text messages, then phone calls which graduated into very long phone calls. Of late it's pick ups for lunch. Am very scared of where this is headed.

Why now and not five years back? What's really changed that am now being viewed in a different context and not a big-brother? Not going to loose it this time round.

What explanation shall i give to mamma and all her siblings who are more than brothers and sisters to me. This is not allowed. This is supposed to be family.

Call me a coward but am off into hiding. New phone number, email address and i guess change of house.

Girls girls girls girls.

Dreams

2009-10-13T08:24:00.000-07:00

Do dreams really come true?
Last night i had this one dream that i pray shouldn't come to pass as i have witnessed it before.

some years back, like all young foolish campus boys, i had somethng going with 2 lovely ladies at the same time. I lost the games and to make up for their earlier fights and verbal exchanges they became very tight friends and i their sole enemy.
Three years down the road and and i hook up with one of them. We are now good friends. We regulary meet for a drink, lunch, she introduced me to some really tastey steak and we always talk about anything and everything including her husband and 6 month old son. Even reminds me of those times when my game was really weak; like never ever allowing her access to my phone, having phone conversations whereby my responses where entirely "yes" and "no" plus "hhmm". All this we simply laugh about and let go.

However, last night came the dream. The other chic appeared in my dream. She was so nice and good to me. She then picked my phone, called her friend and the fights started again.

Do you think this dream may come to pass? Should i let these 2 be and enjoy their friendship?

Baby sitting. A time well spent.

2009-09-21T01:57:00.000-07:00

My godson Smith shakespeare II is fast coming of age. Dude is counting four months at the moment and moving on fast. This saturday we had the chance to spend some real quality time together.
My godsister had a function to attend and couldn't take with her her little bundle of joy. The only safe custody was his dad and godfather. Fast track to 12pm and the little man is delivered along with 2 big bags of baby accessories. A few minutes of orientation from mom and she is off leaving us to our first task of babysitting. Before the mom left, she had to first to do a thorough check to establish that there was no liquor in the house. Ofcourse we didnt let her do this as we confessed being in possession of some. That way she didn't discovered in what quantities but made us promise not to over do it and also not to get tempted into introducing the little one to "the drink" at such a tender age.
On the whole it was a weekend well spent. Such a challenge if i may say and kudos to all parents out there. Parenting is surely a full time job.

The full story in pix below.

Introducing Smith Shakespeare II

Shrek wannabe.

Last moments with the mummy.

He just couldn't wait to be with the boys.

Father to Son moment. My boy Shakespeare Snr.

Drooling. The frequency at which he drools i concluded it's one of his fav pass times.

Learning the basics like how to carry a four month old.

Time to feed.

And then came the big moment; CHANGING DIAPERS.

Daddy cool.

Chilling.

Loungers.

And finally to catch some sleep.

And as the saying goes, work without play........ we needed our drinks to keep going.
Not alot baby gal, just a little bit.

DISCLAIMER;

I DIDN'T TEACH HIM THIS.
Too much TV i guess.

His mom finally showed up at midnight but i must say we didn't miss her and neither did the little one.

All in all, it was such a good time.
And my boy's first lesson from his god dad is that crying is for sissys. All the time he tried to cry i'd remind him and that way he cried less.
Nice godfather so far, amn't I?

Don't think anyone had a better time than i did.
Blessed new week to you all.

Presenting Miss Eve.

2009-08-03T01:07:00.000-07:00

Just to show yu the lovely painting i received from miss Eizzy and to also officially let yu know am her self appointed marketing manager. Anyone out there that would like a piece done for them let me know and a deal shall be cut out.
Believe me this young lady possesses some very lovely artistic skills.

Presenting miss Eve as she chills peacefully in my lounge area.

Why Eve? That is what her creator decided to call her and i thought it wouldn't be nice to change. Eve is a cool name as well; aint it?

And then Carsozy fooling with my Eve. From the kick he received, he couldn't step out this weekend.

Normzo, Carsozy, Santosh , Rhino, Sleek, a version highlighting the posterior can be done for yu.

Nev; how about ordering for one of Abba's only son.

Silverbow, Antipop, Heaven, Lulu, Ug Girl, i know what piesces shall put smiles on yo faces every time yu walk into yo houses. so get in touch.

Disclaimer;
By the way, am only doing this for fun. Miss Eizzy didnt ask me to do marketing for her but i only think she's gat some talent and should do some more peices especially for her blogger friends who appreciate nice art.

And this is how her creator describes miss Eve.

"A beautiful woman"...Nudity because its raw beauty, floral like finish and fruity colours to link it with nature, which is true beauty, i also kept the outline unfinished and let it merge with the back ground and only defined the main curves in order to only capture the essence of femininity but not confine it to a single particular body shape, frizzy green afro to keep it afro centric, lol, plus it just looked cool! yeah?

AM SO SPECIAL

2009-07-31T02:15:00.000-07:00

27years old today. Wow!!! Am ageing.
And what better way to spend yo birthday eve than with a group of cool guys like the Ugandan bloggers. Party all the way into the wee hours of the night.

How about sharing a birthday with 3 very pretty ladies and my friend's little baby gal(making one year today).

Oh did i mention the very lovely painting i received from a beautiful young blogger miss eizzy.k

Party rolls on all through the weekend. Anyone wanna join me?

Blessed day to all yu my dear friends.

....................

2009-07-16T00:28:00.000-07:00

It's just July but i officially write this year off. I dont think there is any good coming out of this year.
Am now counting more than 8 friends gone down. Could i be next?

So unbelieveable. Dude was taking his morning jog so he could better his health and thus have more years on earth but God had other plans. He simply collapsed and passed on.

Rest in Peace Timothy Agaba.

DUMPING

2009-06-30T07:05:00.000-07:00

I believe dumping in this case rubbish is one of the worst habits one can possess. As any human being i aint perfect but i try not to dump just like many Ugandans do. I chew alot but make sure i always throw the gum whose sugar is finished in a rubish dump after properly wrapping it. When i was still a smoker i always made sure i had an ashtray at hand and properly dispossed off the butt in this case that of the cigarette or threw it away in a rubbish can.
However, last weekend on my way to work i diverted from my normal practices. After loading my fon, i threw the scratch card on a heap of rubbish an old lady had compiled around The New Vision offices. This wasn't so bad as the old lady was going to properly dispose off the rubbish. Imagine my shock when a few steps forward i realise the airtime hadn't loaded. Two things run through my head; go back and search for the scratch card or simply move on and regard it as one of the day's losses. The first option looked the best for me so i turned to go back. To my horror i see two very beautiful ladies standing just next to the pile of rubbish. There was no way i was going to go through this rubbish in search of my card while they watched. I proceed to office but 10 minutes after am out again to salvage my A.T. This time i find only a group of cab drivers and i thought with them there was nothing to loose. I get closer to the heap and all i could see were about 30 scratch cards which meant finding mine out of all this was an impossibility. And that is how my weekend of losses started.

How about people who eat on public commuters. You board a taxi and yo neighbour retrieves 2 boiled eggs from his trouser pocket for the guys or handbag for the ladies. Gross; right? However, doesn't beat my friend's tale of his most horrible journey on a public commuter. No sooner had their vehicle started moving when his neighbour started fidgiting with his bag and removed a small package carefully wrapped in a newspaper. With a beaming smile dude unwraps a ka-fried fish. He happly starts munching away while tactfully screening and sorting the bu-bones from the flesh with his tongue and spitting em out through the window. There is that tribe of people so obssessed with fish, i wont mention.

Am also one of those Ugandans who are in full support of the government's ban on importation of used fridges, computers, and other electricals. Dude, this was another form of dumping as most of those items were so old and rotten. Anyone in doubt should come i take him to a place with BLACK and WHITE computer monitors.

What do yu guys think?

Godfather

2009-05-12T00:25:00.000-07:00

Its been ages since i last posted. People have refused to respond to ma texts let alone speak to me untill i post something. All i have been doing is read other people's blogs and leave comments. Just couldn't think of anything to write about.
In order to keep ma friends and also keep the blog spirit alive let me just update you on some of my life's recent experiences.

The greatest of all is my friend's galfriend gave birth to a lovely baby boy saturday morning. Had to stay awake till 4am awaiting the birth of our son. Ofcourse i wasn't in bed. Was in one of my bu-spots 'till the long awaited call. Call was shortly followed by a text asking that we carry bu-drinks for taata baby. Bought the bu-drinks and drove off to Hospital to celebrate bulungi. At hospital we weren't allowed to go to the delivery room. Its after alot of convincing and reminders that that was my godson they were denying me to see, the nurses gave in. For yo information, i am a self impossed godfather. The moment i learnt that Char. was expecting, i bestowed upon my self responsibility of godfather. It turned into some kind of song that the parents gave in, the grannies laughed about it but later accepted, the other friends have nuggu and still fail to give me some godfather respect. Ladies and gentlemen, please start refering to me as godfather Jny.
So saturday May 12th Smith Shakespear II my godson was born. The Shakespear name was passed on from his dad.
This got me to some realisation, almost all my boys are daddies now; anyone out there want to be a mommy soon? Only to the first kid as i already have a deal with the mom to my second child.

Meanwhile my boy who lost a galfriend and kid at birth is recovering really good. Thanks to friends sacrifising time to be their for him so he doesnt get so lonely and feel the void left by galfriend's pass on. Had bit though was breaking to him news of Smith Shakespear II's birth. We always talked of how their kids would be buddies, taking care of each other and if of the opposite sex no making passes at each other as they'd be more of brother and sister. All this can't come to pass now.

Meanwhile Sleek of the Sleek and Wild fame gave me a buzz this week. I now know his/her sex. Antipop, do you still want to know? Actually me and him could do some biz together.

On work; all is well. The past three weeks ive been on a roll. Always at my desk by 8am. Even on those days when it rains/drizzles in the morning and you just dont want to get out of bed. Going to reward me self with a bottle of Jamessons so i can take a shot each morning i wake up early.

Meanwhile i met some ka-reallly nice gal but.................

Have a blessed week all ye nice people.

HONEST SCRAP AWARDS

2009-04-20T05:02:00.000-07:00

Obugalo obugalo to Miss EizzyK for the HONEST SCRAP AWARD she bestowed upon me. I now know why people say garbage while receiving PAM awards coz am also mumbling some gibberish stuff due to the excitement am going through right now.
Webale nnyo, webare munonga, wanyala, Asante sana, Yalama, gracious senora,grazie, etc etc.

Now off to some of the 10 honest things about me;

1. I love, like, favour, admire, want to be associated with, (can do all positive things) for beautiful women.

2. I dated and was in love with 2 women at the same time during my campus days.

3. I am an alcoholic.

4. I have shared a bed with a chic for more than a month but never got into any kind of kinky stuff.

5. I am a shy guy but only me knows. (Damn did i just spill that out).

6. I get so emotional and i cry at very moving circumstances like death of loved ones although i try so hard not to let people see me at it.

7. I am a very poor ''eater'' and i dont care about what i eat. I have beef everyday at times on all the three major meals of the day.

8. I have dated 2 of my closest friends ex galfriends behind their backs. Still have feelings for one and i always tell her.

9. I flirt alot, i like it and it has gotten me into trouble a couple of times. (I've lost some good friends as they thought i was taking them for a ride).

10. Lastly, i am a believer although i never go to church. I say a prayer b4 i sleep and one before i switch on my computer at work.

Now, the Bloggers i think who deserve this;

1. Emi's

2. carsozy

3. Antipop

4. Neatsilverbow

5. Solo King

6. Nevender

7. Angella Kintu

8. Mudamuli

Then the instructions for the 'chosen ones' ;
1.You must brag about the award
2.You must include the name of the blogger who bestowed the award on you and link back to the blogger
3.You must choose a minimum of seven (7) blogs that you find brilliant in content or design. 4.Show their names and links and leave a comment informing them that they were prized with Honest Weblog.
5.List at least ten (10) honest things about yourself.
Then pass it on with the instructions!

Blessed Day to yu all.

On a very sad note

2009-04-16T23:59:00.000-07:00

Death just robbed us of another very young beautiful intelligent lady. As if one wasn't enough, her baby also never made it.
Wednesday 15th April is one day i'll never forget. It is the birthday for a certain lady i believe ill never get over with but now something sad has been added to it. Speak of a bitter-sweet day. On this day, my main boy Ivan lost his galfriend and little angel.
Of all my friends, Ivan is the hardest of us all. But seeing Ivan shed tears at the galfriend's burial, i couldnt hold back my tears as well. I imagined the so many things running through his mind. How was he to leave without his lady, what would his kid have looked like, was it a boy or gal(they had never taken a scan but awaiting a surprise on de day), what was he to do with all the toys and small baby clothes he'd bought.
This is a lady he had known since o'level. Started dating way back in s.4 and they've never looked back since then. Why now that he has found the dream job, she has a perfect job, just completed her MBA, and life seems so glossy for both of them! So many things they had planned to do together. Build the perfect house, give their kids the perfect upbringing, have a lavish wedding, but all this shall never come to pass.
Pity on to her parents. Seeing their gift of a daughter grabbed from them by the evil hand of death. Denied the chance to see and share in the fun that comes with grandchildren.

As i type this i get all so teary. Fcuk the macho guy bullshit. This is so heartbreaking.

Rest In Peace Lydia Nassali and be strong my man Ivan Mpagi aka Neke.

Update

2009-03-20T03:09:00.000-07:00

Looks like the blogcks is in my neighbourhood. I am tongue tied, fingers tied, thouts tied and just can't get my self to write anything.

However, a summary of my past days;

Been doing the usual lounging with the boys. One is planning to leave bachelorhood but all signs show its the lady calling the shots. Annnnnnnnd, tha boys dont approve of the chic but its his choice and his life. Ffe we shall just wear kanzus 4 kwanjula, contribute to the wedding ceremony and also perfect new tactics of sneaking him out of the house for a drink once he moves in with kyana.

Somehow this month i run broke so early in the month. Around the 6th of the month and not the usual 17th to 21st of the month.

Haven't attended any Rock Night in a long time. Both at Steak out and Effendy's.

My presence on the soccer pitch has greatly improved. Been playing for about 4 sundays in a row and i feel much improved as regardless my physical fitness.

Returned to attending local rugby matches. I made one recollection here; pretty gals dont watch rugby anymore. Back in the hay days, it was about the rugby games, beer, pork, and "bird watching". Not anymore.

I also took some time off and scrolled through my phone books. I found so many names i couldn't match up with a face. Most of these we get when out having fun. I vowed never to ask for phone numbers again. Very serious on this one. I also deleted all numbers of people i know but haven't called or received a call or text nessage from in the last 8months. I dont think i need those.

Looking forward to this month's BHH.

Nice weekend folks.

House, friends and an almost new lifestyle.

2009-03-02T23:04:00.000-08:00

It's on a low note that i announce my moving out of my old house in Naalya. After all the good times i spent in this place, my very disorganised room but very comfortable, the ceiling i very well knew when sleeping on my back and getting......, So many memories. The lovely kitchen which on a good day i'd take over and fix my self and the boys a good meal. (Good meal as it was alaways accompanied by some hard liquor so no one ever complained). The lounge where i'd chill on those broke nights with my legs up the chair and think of all the fun i was missing out at rock night. The parties, the ladies, the kids, the visitors that would spend some days, my humble and at times "kukus" house keep Andrew, our house maid Daphine. The easy accessibility. All you needed to tell first time visitors is that it was opposite SKY hotel or it was Matembe's house and within no time they'd be at the gate. The ka-shop where they'd allow me take whatever i wanted on credit to the tune of 80gs a month and they wouldn't hassle me to pay up. On second thought, weren't these people reaping me off? What was i getting from this shop in a month that would total up to that amount. My investigations start now. Anyway am'a miss this place and my good neighbours that stood all our crazy ways(at times).

Im moving on to another house in Ntinda, but this has to wait for atleast 2 weeks as the current occupants move out. Currently i am staying with a good friend in Bukoto flats and boy oh boy my lifestyle is changed. This dude is the laid back, very humble, kind and a workaholic type of person. Time check 6am and he is at my door waking me up. In my old place i used to be the early riser. 7.20am and am up. My houssemate used to refer to me as his alarm clock coz when he heard me get up at 7.20am he'd be reminded that he has only 30 minutes of sleep left. Nowadays 6am and am up, get set and 6.30am we are on the way to office. Time check 6.40am and we are it his office as there are a few cars on the road so we try out some Raikkonen moves on the Lugogo bypass and Kololo drive. 7am and am at my desk. Thank God of late i've been having alot of work to do. I wonder how it would have been back then when my work schedule was abnormally light. By mid day am done with most of my tough tasks, watch some OZ, then do the light work in the afternoon. Hope i can keep up this new schedule even when i move into my new place coz i think i like it.

On a good/bad note, this dude does all the spending that i am left feeling so guilty. From food, to breakfast, pizza for the evening, his galfriend and not mine comes over to prepare dinner. All i do is look on, eat and keep my wallet cngested. If this is the way ladies feel when we dudes pick all the bills, then i don't wanna be a lady. (not that i have ever even imagined). It doesn't feel right at all. One would ask why i dont buy or share the bills. I have tried but dude always claims he wants to break down the 50k notes. Kale, let me enjoy after all its for only 2 weeks.
Problem comes when we retire home after work. I want to watch NatGeo Wild he wants to watch Hallmark movies. I drink J.D, Bell Lager or Nile special, he is down for Mirinda pineapple or Alvaro. I love my cancer stick and he doesn't at all. However, he loves the club(read disco) like it is closing the following day. One thing in common is we both like and appreciate beautiful ladies. (At times i wonder how we ended up being so close; but yes we are.)

Atleast I have been saved all those bu bachelor expenses on buying people coffee b4 going home, chicken and chips at ME!, and the invites for supper at people's homes which dont come cheap. Before you get to place of supper, a call comes in and she politely asks you to buy some raw liver and a bottle of wine on your way. In the end you end up spending the same amount you'd have spent at Face2 on sizzling oba sizzled PIG and beer on a good day financially, or those roadside chips and pillawo on a bad day. (The life of a bachelor)

But again, i just can't wait to get into my new house. I am not sharing house anymore. No waking up to soundtracks from housemates room at ungodly hours. I'll have a spare room for a brother that can't find his way home after a night out. Have the freedom to do whatever i want without consulting anyone or wondering what they'll think of my acts and when the crdit crunch ceases, who knows a house warnming pareeeeeee might be on.

On the off side; I think am deveoping special feelings 4 someone. Thats for another day.

Happy week my people.

Some of my recent life's lessons.

2009-02-17T04:53:00.000-08:00

Been away for like 2 weeks now and as usual ive been discovering new things and getting into very funny encounters

The other weekend i was robbed by a boda boda chap on my way home from the bar. After having a couple of free drinks at a house party in Naguru, decided to crown the night by checking out one popular spot in Kisementi. This is one of ma favourite hunting grounds. Anyway, this time the only person i met was out to burst her boyfie who had apparently come into the country without her notice. She was in no mooods for small flattery talk so i left her accomplish her mission. Unfortunately i was late for my ride home as ma friends thought i was sorted and decided to leave me. The auditor in me (auditors are thosee guys who spend like indians) decided i jump on a bike to ntinda. Around Bemuga house and it sarts raining. Boda guy decides he cant continue riding in the rain and that i should hitch another boda. In the meantime i have to pay him for the ride there. So he flags down another boda to finish my ride. So i ask 1st boda guy if he had change to which he answered in the affirmative. Out goes my 20k note and no sooner had he handled the note than he accelerated his bike leaving me looking like a fool. Second chap volunteers to run after the thief and return with my him. I simply laughed at his "kindness". Luckily i had some more money on me so i flag down another bike to finish my journey home.
To avoid the same ordeal, i go to Chicken royale to buy food and get changed money. I get the food, hop on the bike and we sped off to my house. I thank the guy like 3 times which i never do as i assume my sitting on a boda is doing the rider a favour. I properly check my wallet to avoid overpaying this guy and out goes 6grand. Guy rides away so fast. Its after i get into the house that i realised i had over paid the dude. Instead of 2grand, i had given him 6grand; a 1k note and a 5k note. I simply threw away the food and entered my bed very frustrated.
Lesson re-learned; cheaps things are not really free. Instead of paying 15k for a safe comfortable ride home, i paid 26grand for a very uncomfortable, very cold , rain filled ride on a boda home.

By the start of the week i had completely forgotten all about my weekend escapade. I was looking forward to a highly billed drink up at a friend's house. Only trick was it was on the day of lovers and most ladies were claiming they would be with their boyfriends. This didn't deter our moods as most of the guys who had comfirmed attendance were in relationships but had already planned for the day. Some feigned sickness, others tok the ladies out in the day and then came to party later; so i knew there would be very many other gals with such boyfies and they would be readily available for the party. Party was such a success. i actually met our own Silverbow.
To cut it short lady luck was on my side that day. I hooked a fine mukiga lady. Oke big is not my kind of thing but i also surprised myself. Time check 4am and am the proud winner of mukiga lady. However, trouble started when she assured me away atches aren't her kind of thing. Nigga i have never slept out of ma bed in the last 5years unless am travelling. The devil in me accepted to go and see how good i can perform on a foreign turf. can't go into details but am nursing injuries right now. Two full days on foreign ground aint kid's play.
Lesson learnt; never take all yo friends advice so serious. About a week back a one Igiss of the blogging fame assured me that bakiga ladies are not as tough as they are widely claimed to be. He told me they are really soft in everything. Igis, how do yu plead?

Oh, before i forget; one of ma friends is so bitter with me because i have been in touch with his ex girlfriend. Dude has a steady girl friend and a daughter at the moment. However, for all times sake he used to run to ex-galfriend once in a while till she found out he had a baby and a steady girlfriend with whom they stay with. So they had a very big fight and she pulled out for keeps. However, me and her remained good friends. So saturde at the party dude asks for my phone to make a call but instead moves to my inbox. Speak of guys who have female insticts. Sorry ladies. So once drunken happy guy now went silent all of a sudden. He then decides to just drive off without telling anyone. Am so lucky he didnt smash my fon. So Sunday morning am in a place i dont remember, when my phone rings and the number on screen is my friend's ex but no name. She asks me if i had told my friend anything about us. I then ask her if there was anything to hide about us. Tells me of how dude was calling and referring to her as a whore, very cheap and a slut. I try calling the dude but he didnt pick. I send him a text but no reply. Call the other boys who say he wasnt answering their calls as well. How bitchy. Anyway, the boys managed to reach him somehow and a Rugunda, Rick Machar, a Mao, and a Walter Ochola plus Matsanga have already taken their positions and a round table hearing is set for Thursday this week. My first question to this dude is going to be; what the fcuk where yu looking for in my inbox? He erased all messages from her as well as her number. Only issue here was the language this lady kept using in her texts and their frequency. But for a mature understanding guy, someone refering to you as darling, sweetheart, my dear aint a big deal. Ive seen it everywhere even hear in the blogging community and it doesnt mean a thing.
Meanwhile the lady has intensified the calls and texts. I think she has decided to use this as payback to my frieend as he really got her through some really hard times.
Anyway ill update you my people on Friday afer we sit and resolve this as mature guys.
Lesson learnt; not all men are men enough.

Otherwise, am too busy organinsing my friends wedding slated for this saturday. Normzo wait for your holla.

Nice week my people.

weekly uodate

2009-02-06T02:04:00.000-08:00

This week has been a rather exciting one for me. Started the week on a low note as she from Lyon had to go back on Monday 02 Feb. And oh yeah i didn't do things the "Kiwewesi" style. Day before she left, i teasingly asked that we go and have a civil marriage (is it the one at the register of marriages?). Ofcourse i was kidding, who would want to be tied at this day and age. You should have seen her reaction. I didnt know people of outside countries also still treasure cows and all that hullabaloo that takes place on kuhingira and kwanjula. She told me all about how her wedding is meant to be. From the dress, to the maids, the colours, food, etc. I regreted why i started such a weak convesration.
Monday evening she boards and leaves. Its like it had been announced publically that she had gone coz i received 2 phone calls on my way from EBB and faced questions like as yu are so quiet and why do yu nowadays switch off yo phone in the night. Maybe it was just a coincidence that campus is now open and many people out there are party malnourished.

Tuesday started on a rather very sad note. Brenda passed on. Got wind of her sickness last Friday while doing the usual polite one with the boys. We was all shocked and planned on going to see her that evening but it wouldnt make sense going to hospital intoxicated. Come saturday, we go to hospital and we couldnt see her as she was in intensive care. Tuesday morning and the very sad news is broken. R.I.P Nsangi.

Back to the remainder of my week;
I must say in all my C.V's i claim to have very highly developed organisational skills which skills i have never put to good practice. So on wednesday i decided its about time people witness these skills. My former workmate and good friend has decided he wants to now "do things" officially and he is getting married. I have volunteered to head the food committee. I refused to take up the post of incharge drinks for reasons well known to all of you. My thirst for the bitter seems to be unquenchable. So come 24th this month and i will be the Director in charge of food at my boy's wedding. Anyone wanna come?

My housemate is currently in Rwanda and as if on exchange programme some friend of ours from Rwanda decided to come to Ug. Dude, these boys are so party starved. They party day in day out form 7am to 7pm. when am leaving to go work they are coming to sleep. Good thing is they have very "chute" friends as my French friends would say. And they the chute friends stay here. They say this world is very small. so we may meet someday.

Moving on to last evening i for once comfirmed that not 100% of what red pepper writes is false.It is very true some Campus chics dont wear panties. wallahiiii it is very true. Atte in skirts. Atleast if it were trousers. Whoever is doubting holla me right now and i'll take you and meet a couple of them. I hear it starts as a joke and it later gets so comfortable that those small pieces of cloth are reserved for CALTEX moments and visits to the gynae. Don't ask me how i found out all this; read the red pepper.

Friday morning m leaving the house for work and my Kigali boys are returning home. They had a real FAMUUU ( as abdu Mulasi would pronounce it). If i wasn't a "seen it all before guy", i'd now be home blasting away. I saw very many lovely intoxicated little ones all coming into my house with a swagger like theirs not ours. But the xtian that i am, the advocate of abolition of cross generational sex, and the very focused guy i am; i chose work and not getting laid. However, if i return this evening and they are still in my house, heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. (I'll get a stick and chase them away).

That in brief is how my week has been. looking up to friday night then saturde and sunday. As regards work, there is been very little to do. The guys at Heathrow have been cancelling flights to EBB like they are doing it for fun. No flights to EBB means there is no biz for me and therefore i remain redundant and as they say, an idle mind is the.......

Still to come;
Have a house warming party 2mrw and ive been asked to take along some very nice gals. Am stuck, Igiss can i borrow your gal friends. My sister wants to come along with her friends but that shall ruin my fun. Dont want her to see big bro being shaddy and i also can't stand seeing a ki-guy make a pass at my little princess.

Listening to every Bob Marley song i can get ma hands on.

enjoy yours weekend.

PG18

2009-01-22T22:14:00.000-08:00

Last night was one of my hardest nights in my own house.
You see sharing a house is nice because you get to share bills, rent arrears and housemate can bail you out when the credit crunch really bites.

However last night was horrible. I was broke and so decided to head straight home after work, eat homemade food, watch telly and sleep. Housemate wasn't in so i did my thing and slept.
Time check 12.00am and dude comes in with his very beautiful girlfriend. Hardly 5 minutes passed and i hear these crazy moaning sounds. I down play it as a man is entitled to some good stuff from galfriend. Dude, 2 more minutes and you'd think housemate is strangling someone. The oh yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah's were too too loud. Sparkatuss, i think this jamma is a size nine, or he has access to the blue pill. At one moment i thought i'd go knock at his door and advise these guys to clearly outline the rules of the game. I was also worried that the house might come down crumbling on us; or if we were lucky only the roof would fly off. All this time my stereo was on and so was music from housemate's laptop connected to some heavy speakers. So i can hardly determine what exactly these guys were doing. I think the chic also added "fujjo" oba wa "kujjubisaring" both meaning exxaggerating.

Okay 45 minutes later and they are done coz i could hear beautiful lady's giggles. Giggle's that can only be compared to a very satisfied baby. Time for me to get back to ma sleep. Off goes the stereo and put ma head back on the pillow. Before it was on top of ma head. Dude, 5 minutes and the "cat licking milk" sounds are back again. Then the verrrrrrrrrrry loud screams. Nigga, this time i couldn't handle. Just got out of bed, got my cancer sticks and off i went to blow rings of smoke. But seriously, i think my neighbours even heard. So am done with my 3 sticks, and an ofwono fanta and am ready to go back to bed. At this time our tigress is also in need of some refreshment. So we like collide in the corridor. She screamed so hard and run back to her man's room. Dont know what really scared her; was it the ka-tall tiny only in boxers creature she bumped into or she thought that there was a ghost in the house as there were no lights on. But serious how did she expect me to sleep with all the noise she was emitting!
My boy then started playing some Gospel music. I dont know if this was some kind of white flag or he was trying to play along with galfriend who had turned so religious throughout the battle.

Meanwhile, my boy told me this lovely thing had only started eating things in December last year. He had the honours of being the opening batsman, as my cricket friends would say. So who taught her how to sing oba the ringtones are inbuilt in every lady?

Anyway 2 lessons i learnt last night. Omwavu talina choice loosely translated as a brokeman has no choice. If i was not broke, i would have gone for rock night, come home drunk and slept all through this noise.
Secondly, i should invest in a good set of ear phones.

On the offside: I have 2 confirmed grad parties with alot of food and drink. I am going to eat and drink to the brim and return home sorted. Housemate bring it on tonight, i wont feel it.

So far so good.

2009-01-13T04:02:00.000-08:00

This year has really started with a bang. I thought this would be the year when i would discover my other self. I mean the introvert in me. Spend most of my times at work and home. This is the year i chose to launch my plans of having 2 kids by the age 30. First step towards this goal is to accumulate big monies, then the rest shall follow.

2008 ended well for me and this one has also started with too much fun.This wasn't the way i had planned things to go. End of last year i met a very interesting pretty girl.This girl is so off the hook. First problem is the French mama was also meant to be in the country on Jan 3rd 2009. She came in a day earlier. So here i am with two ladies i want to spend most of my free time with. All was well untill i refered to lady from France as a "fcuked up French blonde". We didnt talk for about 3 to 4 days.

Last week, was a Monday to Thursday work week for me. Coupled with the fact that i always got to work late and always left early, you'd say i worked only three days that week. Add the hours i spent chatting and day dreaming and you will realise i didn't work the whole week.
Thursday evening was meant to be our make-up night so off to the Kla Casino for supper. Ofcourse i didnt choose the venue as this year i had (mark the tense) promised to live the life of an auditor (those guys even ask their househelps for invoices). Anyway dinner is fine untll i notice 2 bu-gals looking our way and gigging. after taking a closer look i realised i knew both of them from way back in my hay days.
Madam came with 2 bu-short french men who are too crazy for their 5'6 sizes. Never in Uganda had i ever seen whites with a good taste in women. These chaps told me they wanted Ugandan girls and i thought that would be an easy task for me. I was not ready to hook them with any of my girls as i thought that wasnt their taste(beautiful) and my friends are not for playing around with. I was shocked when after doing the streets, visiting the beach and most pubs that these chaps go like............"i think Uganda doesn't have the most beautiful girls in Africa." Imagine such an insult. These bu-men want girls in Zuena's league. Not that she is the prettiest but i know most of the guys shall concur with me that she is nice. They even want bootay. Actually there taste is so similar to Igis'. For insulting me and my country, am not getting them women. Let em "starve".
My weekend went away just like that without me seeing my beautiful Ugandan friend whom i've grown so fond of. Imagine it has to be this way untill Feb 02nd when they go away.
Monday morning i was too tired to go out of bed. Woke up at 10am and realised its too late to go work. At 1pm i was in Jinja on a bungee jumping mission. Nigga that sh*t is scary. I'll go back this saturday and this time i will not disappoint.
Today i came to office, very tired, and BROKE like a problem. Yes these guys have the Euros but they are guys. It aint cool enjoying another man's hard earned dimes. We always shared the bills. (So all you guys out there who accompany their oba sisters, cousins, galfriends to feast on account of a fellow man get some shame).

Friday i shamelessly attended my cousin's wedding in jeans, an untucked in shirt with folded sleeves and timbaland boots. This is because i have been away from my emails and that's where the wedding invitations were sent. You know these guys who live in outside countries. At around 10pm that night while on ma 5th tequila shot, i received a phone call from my old man wondering why i wasn't for the wedding. Had to rush there and found everyone so well dressed and having a ball. But being family and the fact that i wasn't fluking, all was well. I joined in the fun and partied the night away. Later, we stormed EQUATOR(Former Rhino pub). Trust these chaps called "ba-summer", they knew this bar had been re-opened before me. Nice place with pretty ladies. No full of whites like it was in the past.

Today its Ug vs kenya. Am'a be there cheering our lads on.

Solo King thanx for the tips on effective spending. I just saw it today. Guess i'll start on your tips next month because this month there is nothing left to save. All is gone.

Guess what, my bosses have summoned me to Nairobi this weekend. Dont know if they read my post on jobo being so boring and me sleeping in office every day at 3pm.

Otherwise, hope all you guys are having a great start to the new year.

2K8....OH WHAT A YEAR

2008-12-29T05:37:00.000-08:00

I cant believe 2k8 is finally over. i must say its been the shortest year of my life filled with all sorts of happenings.
For starters, i made so many new friends. Had too many parties in my house that i have decided come 2k9 i'll charge everyone who wants to hold a party there. Been to almost all the bars in town and most of the highly billed social events in town. Enough of all that sh*t. The weekly rock night and friday binges, a'ma drop them to once or twice a month in the new year.
Ive also been a regular to church but mostly on weddings and funerals.(definately has to change next year). A number of people i know have passed on this year. The first being in around March. Santos a very talented cricketer passed on. Come May and another great sportsman Ox (Oketcho Wilbrod) passed on. June 28, the most hurting; Philip tendo drowned while on study holiday in Uganda. Exactly a month after PIP, Jesse Kagoda fell from garden city and died. Come september, ma uncle Tom died from pneumonia just 3 days after the son's wedding. Yu can now imagine how many funeral services i attended.
It is in the same year that i quit my job. This wasn't the normal resignation where you write a resignation letter, given a good luck pat on the back by fellow staff and a package from management for a job well done. I ended my job in a fist fight with my boss of barely 2 months.
Stayed home for a good one month and later got another very interesting job on paper and in the pocket but very very boring in practice. still hanging in their though.
In this same year i got to meet the very elite, kind and very humourous Ugandans known as the bloggers. These guys and ladies are for "world...". Their parties are a must attend and the monthly BHHs yu only miss if you must. I have learnt alot from their various posts and also been entertained a great deal. Bloggers ye rock.
This year i havent been so close with my family memebers except my camppus sister whom i always keep so close. She's enjoyed more of ma soft earned dimes to which i have no regrets as i'd rather run broke than have a ki-sugar daddy provide for her. Which reminds me its this same gal that almost gave me a heart attack when she boldly introduced some ka-guy as her boyfriend. Still trying to find out which bars this dude goes to.
As regards relationships, i have managed to stay out of one although i was active. Met the most beautiful to the non performers and the craziest gals in Uganda. This was the year of "pick ups". Not even in my campus days did things come that easy. The ultimate was ma mulokole wench whom i told straight up ours was going nowhere. As the year drifted by, my luck seemed to be drifting away as well. However, the end has been a happy one.

And the greatest sport/ activity/ pass time this year was Spin the Bottle.
Silverbow........as the saying goes, "one good turn............."

I think am ready to take on 2k9 and am dropping most of my crazy habits as her flight is one day away.

Otherwise, may yu all have a blessed new year and lets keep the fire burning.

What do yu think?

2008-12-16T00:05:00.000-08:00

Its been a while since i last posted here.My life's just been the same old. An outing here, a house party there, a brokenheart along the way, etc etc.

Just yesterday i had a job interview. This is a really good job with a good salary (yet to confirm how much) and alot of benefits. Two issues here.First I haven't gotten the job yet although i left a great impression on the panel.The MD didnt hesitate to tell me before i left the interview room. Second issue is that i have been on my current job for only 4 months now. My current job was interesting in the first month only. Apparently my immediate boss is based in Nairobi and the other in RSA. The pay is very good; actually in Obama's currency. No one to follow me around. All the good things you would wish for in a job.However, this job ceased to be interesting after the first month. It is now very boring. Imagine a job where everyday at 3pm yu are at yo desk dosing away due to lack of what to do. I am only busy on only Wednesday and fridays of some weeks. This job is totally boring. No challenges. Everything is just flat. Call the airline company to confirm cargo arrival. Send someone to pick the documents and thats a day gone. Following day get in touch with another firm that handles the clearance with customs and find out how far they've gone with the customs clearance. Third day find out if cargo is delivered to client's premises. Thats a week gone. Can you imagine. this job is not helping me in my career growth.
It is for this reason that i decided to find something else to do. Get to work, outline my tasks for the day and make sure i dont leave office till all tasks are accomplished. That way i'll get some personal satisfaction and at the end of the month enjoy my monies for a job well done.
Asked a few friends for advise and some said i should hang in here as things may brighten up in the near future while others can't believe ive stayed on this job this long.
My people what should i do? Even if i don't get this new job i was interviewed for, i still have so many other opportunities out there.

On a different note, there are so many company xmas parties going on and mine being a one man company in Uganda, there wont be a party for me. However, i plan on having the biggest corporate party. It started yesterday by going to the cinema to watch Eagle eye. Its a good movie. Today true Body lies, Wednesday a drink for me self. The party is to stretch all the way to the start of next year.

January 3rd is also fast approaching. A very beautiful lady is returning to Uganda from France that day. Between Jan 3rd and 1st February.............simanyi. We are both very excited. One problem tho; she wants us to try out some new stuff which am not ready to try out. i am not going to do it in the OTHER opening.

Back to the new job. Once i get it, it may entail me to leave my lovely town of Ntinda as the offices are far away from Ntinda. Maybe if that rumour about getting an office ride is true.

Otherwise may yu all have a blessed festive season.

My latest visit to Kampala City

2008-11-26T01:40:00.000-08:00

Just yesterday i went to the city centre in a long time.
Was for a friend's wedding meeting which was so much fun and miserable as well.
The fun bit came that i met so many long lost campus friends and not fun
coz i was fined so heavily that i almost went home with nothing. Crime being i
was holding small meetings within the general wedding meeting that everyone had gone for.

Anyway, i realised that there are so many changes in Kampala city after a long time without being there.
There were so many new buildings, i saw a beautiful green park around railway house.That place infront of club rougue. And my God, traffic jams are still massive in Kampala. I also saw a new Bank directly opposite Kenya Commercial Bank. The way i gazed one would think i was from Kabale and in Kampala for the first time. Mateos looked so lovely that i had to drop by for a sweating beer.
Okay, i am not from the village and neither am i coming from outside countries. I am from Nalya and i work in Kampala. I work just near new Vision offices. Every morning i leave home for work and stop just after Lugogo. In the evening i return home after making the occassional stop over at my bank, supermarket, and bufundas all located in Ntinda trading centre. There is absolutely no need for me to go to the city centre. All i need ranging from groceries, recreation, medicines, banking services, laundry services, house brokers, schools and cinema i can get. Ntinda has its problems like the occassional traffic jams, the very poor state of roads(which part of kampala has good roads), poor drainage but they don't match upto what is in the city.
Its only last evening that i sat down and pondered what real development could look like. Just these few facilities and services i get from my local town make me feel so good. I save alot on transport costs, i can plan my travels very well, shopping is less tiresome and i dont have to scramble with alot of people for good services. Wonder if our country was really developed. How happy and healthy we would all be.
But again kudos to all the Ugandan people for always having a smile on their faces and ever looking so beautiful regardless of all the hard times we go through.

In a related incident let me tell yu about a very close friend who told me a very fuuny experience he went through. This dude was born in Mulago and raised in the Makerere flats. Was always dropped and picked from primary school, went to Kings college Buddo and Makerere College school for high school. While at University, he was commuting from home. His parents then shifted to Ntinda and he now works with Bank of Africa Ntinda Branch. A stone's throw away from his home.
One day this dude is at Crested Towers and has an appointment at MTN Towers but he doesn't know where it is located. He parks his vehicle and decides to use a boda boda. Boda guy asks for ugx 1000 to get him there. Dude rides past the crested towers round about slopes down to the road leading to shimoni(ex-shimoni), turns to the lower entrance of crested towers and heads to MTN towers.Time to pay the ugx 1000.Was that worth ugx 1000.
So i dont know what to call that, being spoilt or overly spoilt.
One or two of you may know this dude. Please go ahead and tell him i shared his story here. I'll settle our score over a "Uganda-wa" at our fav. kafunda in Ntinda this evening.

This dude has too many crazy experiences. I'll tell yu about him soaking and washing his suits and ties plus the results obtained.

Big love..............

The strange turn of my life

2008-11-11T06:25:00.000-08:00

Of late i just can't explain the twist my life has taken.
I am not the old very charming and outgoing person i used to be.
No more pretty girls around me. Of late its the not so good looking,
very hard working and ready for marriage chics that seem to be attracted
to me. All these are so well off financially and holding very influential
positions of responsibility. All these ladies i met as my clients and due
to my excellent customer care skills we became friends. I wonder if they
were never educated on the fact that biz and pleasure dont mix.
To be precise three of these ladies have confessed their feelings and the
idea of us being an item and an envy to many.

Am wondering where did all my bu-lovely, ready to have fun, friends with
benefits go. Am working now, dress so fine, very very mature, focused, very set carrer wise with a place of my own. I have never lost ma rich sense of humour but things are falling apart. Back in the days i didnt have all these things but " I was the man".
About ma social life, i don't have a thing for classy places anymo. I go out
almost everyday of the week but it is to my kafunda in ntinda and then home.
I always keep company of the boys and its only on a few weekends that i may
be in company of a very tight marking old time fling.
There is a way these mamas have failed to let me go even when i dont call them, don't flatter them as i used to my bu-flings, and never remember their birthdays. One is 38years with a 8 year old son and believes we can still have something. She has pleaded with me to keep one of her rides but ive refused giving all kinds of excuses. She promised to fuel and service it on a regular. That one ive refused to fall for. I can still stand the conductors' smelly armpits untill i buy my own ride. These ladies shower me with niceties and i feel so bad coz i heard some ladies discuss that men are nowadays detoothers as well.
Am getting so fed up with this life. When i meet the bu-flashy chics i simply look(not stare), appreciate and move on without saying a word. These are the nice things am looking for in life but my once over flowing confidence is gone. Those who knew me a few years back can testify.
Am very worried coz i seem to be loosing grip on life. I just cant say anything nice to anyone, rarely appreciate good things, and don't spend on people no more. This is because i dont have anyone to do goods things to and for. Only nice thing left in me is the "please" and "thank you" words and an expensive gift to ma kid sis once in a while. Otherwise am so indifferent.

Just wanna get back to ma old self. The old party loving geezer with so many niceties around me. Yes, it was expensive but less taxing and worrying than being sorrounded with old "minyamas" all waiting for the day ill propose to them. You may wonder why i dont assure these ladies but i have. Told them of my fiancee and 2 kids living in France and coming to Uganda on holiday on January 3rd 2009, but none seems to remember or show signs of withdrawal.( Okay it is a lie, i have no kids but truth is "SHE" is coming for holiday on that date)

Its only last evening that i seemed to regain my old touch. Went to the cinema to catch "Quantum of Solace" and met some of my old nice things. Managed to interact with a few of them and get their digits. Hope that is the return of my favourite personality otherwise i am loosing it.

At times i wonder if i had too much fun too early in life or that this is the reward i get for the very many hearts i unintentionally broke years back.

Anyone been here before? Advise please

What a weekend

2008-10-27T04:17:00.000-07:00

Last weekend was such a good one till saturday evening.
As usual i went out for ma saturday work out at MUBS
play ground. On arrival i immediately changed into my soccer gear and hit the field.
Two hours later and we are back to the cars to discuss who has improved in skill and who had sex the previous night basing on their performance on pitch.
10 minutes into the discussion and one of us realises that the car doors were open.
Damn, all our things were gone. My rucksack containing my clothes, my two phones, my wallet, 2 health cards, my ATMs, identity cards, watch, 2 hankies are all gone. My wallet was containing a good some of money that i was meant to give to ma little campus sister. This i always do to avoid her getting involved in cross generation sex for dimes. some dimes were to pay for my sarturday pint.
Anyway, that was what befell us. This guy took about 500 thou in cash, 8 mobile phones, plenty of documents he wont use and ATMs whose pin cards he doesnt have.
Everyone who lost stuff went into a panic. Wishing they had left stuff back home, but as they say yu cant fight fate.

However, the most amazing thing is that after realisng we had been robbed, we did the next "automatic" thing which was to try calling the phones. All the other phones were switched off except one of mine. Dude picks up bulungi and goes on to say that the fon was his. After alot of questions and laughing at me, he goes on to say, i quote, "........muli awo muli mukajuzza naye nange ndi mukola" directly translated as "........yo there working out as i also work(stealing)."
One of us tries to negotiate with the thief to return our dox and we give him money. Dude laughs and asks for 300 thousand. We bargain to 100 thousand. Remeber he had taken around 500 thousand in cash and property worth 2 million shillings.There was no way he would return said stuff.
Next thing was to hit Jinja road police station to get police letters lest our dox are found at crime scenes and we are held responsible. Got to the police, narrated our ordeal and one "sheeeeeeee" cop goes like "that is negligence". I was almost put in for assaulting an officer at his duty station. After spending more than 2 hours we were told to return the following day as they could not write down all the statements. Yes, they write on paper as there are no computers or type writers in our police stations.
When we returned the following day,officer in charge took us to a private office to have our police letters made. Dude asked us for 100 thousand shillings to have our letters made. What the fcuk is wrong with our country. We had lost alot of property and money and this fool is asking for money and not 20 thousand but 100 thousand.
We promised that we would return but never did.
Am going back to the station this evening and if he gives me the same bullsh*t, ill scream so loud.......bribe bribe bribe.

Anyway that was ma weekend. No phone, no ATM, no money. Can't believe i lost all ma pretty chics' numbers. Some numbers i'd just gotten at a house party on friday night. My empire of chics has gone down crumbling just like that. I'll be back...........

Hope yu guys had a good weekend.

Words of wisdom

2008-10-27T02:41:00.000-07:00

This is not an original post but it was the favourite quote of my departed friend Philip.
Thought i'd share these words as they are such strong words of wisdom.

" Its not the critic who counts, not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles or where the doer of deeds could have done them better.
The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly, who errs and comes up short again and again.Because there is no effort without error and shortcomings, he who knows the great devotion, who spends himself in a worthy cause, who at the best knows in the end the high achievemnet of triump and who at worst, if he fails while daring greatly, knows his place shall never be with those timid and cold souls who know neither victory nor defeat."

R.I.P. Tendo Philip, Kapale, Pip, Pips, Boyii, etc

getting drunk

2008-10-17T00:43:00.001-07:00

These chaps had really lost it.
Anyone been in this situation b4?

THE F. WORD

CHILLING
CANT RIDE ANY FURTHER
IN THIS CLUB
RUBBERBAND MAN
ITS SO COLD IN HERE

I COULD DO WITH A DRINK....ANY DRINK

my house

2008-10-15T02:30:00.000-07:00

Lately i havent been so in love with my house.
It is not the beloved pretty house i always looked forward to returning to after a long days work.

It all started when my rent arrears were due. IMF as i call my boss had wired my funds but hadnt gotten onto ma account which seemed a weak story for ma landlady to buy.
Did i tell yu my landlady is Matembe, yes Miria Matembe. That lady who wanted all male defilers castrated. So b4 i paid i always left home very early and returned ery late in the night. I think that somehow affected the bond i had built between me and my beautiful home.

At ma place i have a house help called Andrew who used to be such a nice chap. He would clean the house on a daily, wash the dishes, make our beds (that wasnt his role guess he be'z looking for stray coins. Andrew would wash my clothes and also iron them. In turn i pay him at end month plus a ka-2k here and there, plus a piece of pizza or kabizzi once in a while. Did i mention he'd watch free telly.
But of late Andrew cleans when he want. Yu go home and house is filthy, dishes dirty and yo socks are in the corridor where yu left em the revious night. I leave him clothes to wash in the morning and yu'll find him starting on them at 7pm as yu return from work.
We used to send Andrew to Ntinda to buy us food, or to the nearby shop for beer but of late he has added a new word to his diction......am busy.
Kaleeee, come end month he'll see.

The biggest(in size) asset in my house is ma fridge. I used to be so in love with my fridge. This' because it used to be smiling all the time i'd open its door. This always made me smile in turn. The lovely fresh fruits, milk, tomatoes (tho i rarely cook) but they are such a ppretty sight, and ofcourse my beers. By the way i drink any beer brand so my visitors were always cartered for. But of late i dont know whats happening. I open my fridge and simply frown. In the few seconds i looked in there, all i see is a 5litre jerrycan of water, chilli from the last round of home delivered P.I.G, some gnut paste, a half drunk beer, ntula (dont know there english name) and i dont know who put em there. Anyway it aint a pretty sight and i hate ma fridge of late.

Moving on to my bedroom, maan things are all messy.
Househelp doesnt make ma bed no more. So i come home late at times a bit intoxicated and getting into bed is a disaster. Everything i used in the morning while getting set for work is on the bed. The comb, lotion, perfume, wet towel, and clothes. so imagine am from my fav. kafunda, very tired and thats how i find my bed.
I previously used to like my house coz things like mosquitoes i'd only hear from friends i considered unlucky and lived in wetlands. Nowadays these bu-guys are my roomates. In the day they chill in my closet and at night they come around my bed to feast.In the mornings i dedicate a cool 10 minutes to killing thease monsters that my room now needs a new coat of paint probably red.

As if this is not misery enuff the MULTICHOICE guys decide to disconnet my pay TV on sunday. Man this house is miserabole without TV. Local TV reception is so poor so yu cant see a thing. That is if there are any good programmes anyway. I really reallyy missed to see sheila move out of BBA3. I wanted to see that boy's tears.( remind me if she is a gal)

Have i mentioned that i have a housemate. Oh yeah. Me and him are good friends since childhood. We have been going on well till he and the galfriend started having fights. For starters galfriend is a first year campuser who occassoinally comes in on friday to sunday. This chic cant cook(tried once and we ordered her never to do it again), cant wash dishes nor clean house and drinks too alot. She drinks my wine, my beer, vodka, tequila, even malwa nad kasese. Not that i dont want her to drink, but ladies shd stick to one drink. If it is malwa let it be.
Anyway of late these two are always fighting. Miserable looks allover our house.Nobody is willing to talk to me after a fight so i decide to stay away lest they make me misearable as well.
One day i was awaken by her "sound tracks" only for housemmate to emerge from the room 45 minutes later and assuring me that its over between the 2 of them. Left me wondering if that was a farewell "shine".
But bu-young gals....aha. On sunday am trying to watch local TV and housemates' galfriend screams from the bedroom......."J please kol me when Barbarita starts. Almost shot back..F**k Barbarita"

My pretty house used to be an attraction to many young bu-gals especially campusers. This is because it was a venue to very many house parties, always had a constant supply of alcohol, pork was a call away, but now, wapiiiiiiiiii.

The bu-gals always call wondering if they should come visit but i lie that am away for days. What with the dirty house, mosquitoes, gloomy faces, no TV, no alcohol, Andrew wont run to the shop no more.

Just wondering how i can get back my ex lovely house.

Did i tell yu i left no airfreshner in the washroom this morning!

meeting the family

2008-10-13T01:07:00.000-07:00

Saturday 11th october marked a landmark in my blog life.
I met the real guys.

Friday night and am in the best bar in Kla ( Rock Katalina as it has the cheapest beer. ugx 1500 everyday) having a polite one with the boys when i get a text from Antipop inviting me for a bloggers drink up the following day. I had 2 other parties to attend on that day but none seemed a better idea that meeting the bloggers.
Come saturday and the excitement is on though i didnt know what to expect. All i knew was that i was going to meet very intelligent, witty and Ugandans who speak very good English.
Time check 08.00pm and i finally meet the group. Didnt talk much with everyone but the whole group seemed adorable.
Antipop i knw and she was looking ever so hot.
Rev is a cool guy and i commend him for having such neat "locks".
Chanel is a great lady and such a lovely host.
Ivan was on top of his game. Dude is sooooo funny.
B2B seemed so down to earth but very intelligent.
Solomom is such a cool guy.

And oh yea, i met Detamble as well. Beautiful lil'white gal i must say.

Basically evening was fun.Plenty to eat and drink.

And being me, i happened to make acquaintances with another pretty lady at the drink up although she aint a blogger. The next day Sunday when i went to support the Ug Vs Benin game at Namboole, i had female company.

All in all it was great. One day i'll never forget.
Ma boys picked me up late and they were all surprised to know that i was indeed a blogger. One actually wondered if i simply wasnt fluking as he's never known me to be that serious.lol.

And to all the bloggers that day, thanx for letting me join the family.

My savedee belle

2008-09-24T00:34:00.000-07:00

I must say am enjoying my new job.
Fat cheque, no boss (my immediate boss is in Nairobi), no reporting or closing time, and recently i added someone else to this list.
There is this "saved" chic that am supposed to be working with. As in she cordinates my company and ours. This is yo typical beautiful Ugandan lady. In the beginning i had absolutely no interest in her besides work issues untill word went round that she was a born again. She goes to church every morning b4 coming to work.
Either i am the devil itself or i just like challenges. I started seeing this lady in another context. I saw a beautiful gal who was missing out on something. I am too detrminedto find out about her real life.
My internal calls to her increased, the compliments became so regular,i satrted seeing her in another context. Se is also a regular at my colleagues desks especially the ones directly in my view. Actually am seeing her now as i type this piece.
What even made matters worse is some other lady at work spilled out Savedee's secret tha she had a thing for "the new guy at work". Actually the new boss at work. (selefu)
We hit it on so well with this born again lady. We always talk and ask questions about each other.One day she inquired about my love life and i didnt hesitate to give her my winning profile...." i have 2 kids living with their mom in France." Funny but this profile has never let me down.
On to my other side that is the lounger in me, little was there to talk about. I am this kind of guy that never talks to my workmates every saturday morning for fear of making them drunk as well. My eyes are bloodshot and at half mast each saturday morning. That kind of guy who considers the bar as my second sitting room.
So i ask her what she thinks of guys like me! Her answer threw me back.........."I love the bar" is what she said.She went on to ask me where it was written that born agains dont go the bar. Its at this moment that i asked to buy her a drink this weekend and she answered in the affirmative. I dont know what kind of drink she does but am eagerly waiting for saturday to hit the bar in the company of a very beautiful born again lady.

I dont know if the good Lord shall ever forgive me cos this will be the second born agian chic am taking to the bar. The firs was another workmate at my former job. That one we split up so badly as she had gotten so into me and was willing to cross to my world. This time, i wont go the full mile as am planning on pulling out after this saturday.

Someone out there help me and find a cure to my uncontrollable bad habit of flirting.

I enjoy it though..........

Relationships gone bad

2008-09-18T00:07:00.000-07:00

In the past few months ive really been proud of myself.
So many friends have been coming to me for some guidance on how to go about with their faultering relationships. Its so funny but all these have been gals.
I don't know if i am really that friendly or seem one who can keep secrets, or maybe am just a nice guy.

Been approached by many bu-nice gals but ill look at three that really moved me.

First there is this nice "bootylicious" gal from western Uganda who came to my house for a drink up. We made acquaintances and later exchanged numbers. In the following days, we sould exchange calls. I then invited her home one day to test my cooking skills. I must say we had a good time. A really good time. Next day she asked to visit again, and because i was jobless and was staying home i accepted. Its on this day that i assured her i was a fther of two living with their momma in France.( By the way this has won me so many followers, stalkers, admirers, and so much trouble).
She also opened up and told me of her boyfriend with whom things weren't going on so well. It also turned out that i knew the guy but i didnt disclose this to her. She told me of how dude wasn't calling no more, how she would call and he didn't pick, or when he picked he would assure her how he was busy with his friends all of whom where gals because he would mention their names. On this day she asked for my phone to call the guy as he would not pick if he saw her number. She went ahead and called using my phone . When the guy picked she almost went on her knees begging hin not to hand up as it was an important call.Dude hang up.
I was now confused, why was this chic clinging onto this dude after al this! Reply was, when we are together he is so lovely. My advise to her was to move on, period. Saw her yesterday and she told me her and Brian where finally over but still they were still in touch. I asked her if he ever calls and she answered in the affirmative. So i wondered, why call now when its over!

Second case was this beautiful young gal who had the meanest boyfriend you'd ever meet. Gal is so beautiful that i would make a move if Antipop wasn't ma..........(4 another time). Anyway for this one, her boyfriend sits her down one day and tells her its over between the two of them. just like that. On asking why, he goes like....." honey i love yu so much. I also love my family sooooooooooooo much. I love my mom and i need a gal i can introduce to my mom and that gal is not you."
Can yu believe that? So this little heartbroken sista is asking me J., am i that bad? Do yu think i deserve this? All i said was no yu dont deserve such a looser. Move on baby, and out we went for her favourite ice cream.

There is also this pretty very intelligent young gal who runs a computer software firm. Hers was a case of lack of communication with boyfriend who is out there pursuing further studies. She says this dude calls only once in 2 weeks. He has access to internet everyday but never ever replies her emails.
This gal recently met a hot dude who she really likes and treats her like a lady. Dude is such a getleman, takes her for expensive dinners, buys her expensive gifts and is so kind to her. He has clearly showed he has interest in this gal. He is also aware that she has a boyfriend out there. Actually Mr. Nice guy is moving to another E.African Country and would like to take her along.
To further complicate this gal's situation is that someone she refers to as her best friend has back stabbed her. This is someone she has been telling all her secrets, shares her everything with, u know how ladies can be. So-called best friend is now dating her ex-boyfriend. She feels so betrayed and belives best friend could even have told her boyfriend about Mr. Nice Guy thats why he aint communicating no more. This lady is so confused so she runs to me with these three issues. Im confuesd as well so someone out there please help.

Three beautiful girls, all being trapped in the love triangle. Not receiving what they deserve. Wish i was living my old skool life coz i'd be having three lovely ladies to share my bed with.....ofcourse not at once.

Pushing the wrong button

2008-09-10T01:48:00.000-07:00

In life we can never stop learning.
To some of us we thought we had learnt some of life's lessons the heard way but we haven't.

For a long time i had been bothering my housemate's chic to hook me up with one of her cute University buddies. The fact that she knows how i do things she wasnt willing to hook me up.
Then one day she loosens her grip and gives me a number to call. Mbu her best friend. And on this particular day i hadn't asked for any hook ups.

One call follows the other. thirty minutes, forty minutes and even an hour long call and things are all positive. Its not untill i bragged to my housemate how his chic had hooked me up and "i was in Business" that things started crambling. Dude laughed so hard and all he could say was "tekaliyo" loosely translated "she is not haaaat".
Actually he reminded me of how we had met her in Wandegeya sometime back.........OMG.

From then on the calls from my side reduced drastically but shortie wasn't ready to give up. Misery is during my quest to prove so serious a dude, i'd given her both my mobile phone numbers. She started caling me when she is sick, bored, hungry, feeling low and expected solutions or words of comfort from me.

Calls from her became so frequent that i started telling lies of how very busy i was and make promises to call back. She would wait exactly thirty minutes and call back opening the conversation with an apology for calling again b4 i did.
Now my boys noticed and wondered who it was. Its not my style talking to ladies on the phone with a screwed up face and a non sexy cold voice. All i could them was thar there is a ka-orangatan making my life a living hell.

The other night she called just to let me know how she was in bed nude. I jokingly asked if i could join her in her bed and she accepted. When i announced it was a joke, she asked me to visit her the following day and get kinky. This is a true story by the way. Reminded me how she sleeps alone at her University.

Ofcourse i didnt show up and the next day at 18.00hrs Ugandan time she was calling to inquire if i was on my way to her place. I lied. 9pm, she kols.....i lied some more.)3.30am she kols again and this time i lost it. Gave her a busy tone. In the morning. as i was fighting for a taxi in Ntinda, another call come in.
Maaaaaaaaan, am in trouble.

Just wondering what i shoud do!

Remember me and this chic have never met.

HOUSE PARTY

2008-09-05T01:02:00.000-07:00

Of late i am so into hosting ma friends to my house for house parties. Of course i dont fund them its always collective efforts with the boys. In the last one month ive had two good ones.
My favourite though was the one for ma birthday. Couldnt have it on the exact date but a week later. During the course of the week all was set as i was the treasure.
Come d-day and i have to go for a workmate's kwanjula which didnt go down with the boys as wat kind of party wd that be minus the host and birthday boy. kwanjula was for bakiga so the flow of alcohol was abnormal and remember we wea the bako but these guys didnt want to know. All they wanted to see where blazed people allover the place.

back to the party. Guys are calling me at about 7pm and all is set. The dudes are all home but no single female. I almost passed out in disbelief.
One hour later guys are calling and all they could say was............''on fire''. The ladies where in the house and having fun. However, they were all not amused that the host was away.
Yu shd have seen how i rushed back home.

From the roadside i just felt for ma neighbours. Noise was unbearable. I walked in clad in my kanzu and mo noise.
One and i mean one cutie caught my eye. Never had there been so many beautiful gals in my house at the same time be4. Misery was Toni the guy who stays in the house above mine had my gals attention. Sorry i meant the gal i had eyes on. At all costs this one was meant to be mine. Dude drank himsellf silly and passed out. So i my selefu and i took over. Lies, lies and mo lies. I actually told her i have a wife with two kids in france. Dont know whats wrong with beautiful Ugandan gals nowadays. This line ive used sooooooo many times and never lets me down.
This gal wasnt taking any alcohol but seemed more intoxicated than anyone at the party. She had her legs on ma head, ma back, the ceiling, under the chair, tickling me................damn, i was in trouble. Lie, lies and mo lies...sorry lyrics, lyrics and mo nice words and shit was tight on ma side. It was for only one Sh.........re ma boy who was making great use of ma room but i almost broke my 1 year and three months self imposed fast on chau. Damn, ive never been this tempted b4. Chic kept assuring me of how stary i was. Making her do crazy things while sober. She had no excuse but to accept that some ugandan chaps are not for jokes.

Anyway, i had a blast and thank god i didnt break my fast. The other times we have met is pretty face is high which makes her not so tempting. This comfirms the saying that unlike poles repell.

Having a house party 2mrw, waiting for the next suprise.

WORK

2008-09-04T23:16:00.000-07:00

Today is the second day on my new job and believe me am not as excited as expected.
Yu can't believe but am sad. Missing the good life i've been enjoying the last one month since i resigned my earlier job.
The last one month was so enjoyable. I would sleep in the day and go out in the night.

Brief outline of ma past one month.

1. 3 a.m till midday.........................sleeping.

2. midday to 1pm...........................freshen up.

2. Switch on ma telly to see what those fools in the BBA 3 house are up to.
But i was always dissappointed as id always find the same. No sex as yet. Morris
is so weak. A beautiful daft chic allover his a** and no action as yet. That guy is
not Ugandan.

3. 2pm................fix ma'self something to eat. was getting boring as it was
always rice and beef/ chicken as it is the easiest meal to prepare.

4. Meanwhile ma fon is always off the hook and it always felt good assuring my past
clients that i resigned. Then the part where my former boss would call asking me to return to work yet it was same fool giving me sh*t. (Oke not Lynn but Humphrey).

5. 3pm.....ma boys would jealously call in to find out if am home or i went back to work. I always assured them that am home having fun. And remeber they all know my house is never short of drink and food. 30 minutes later and about 3 guys are colliding at my house all escaping from work.

6. 4pm to late............Party, party and more party.

7. 8pm to 9pm...........guys are now calling their bosses assuring them of how they
wouldnt make it to work the following day due to various reasons. Believe me one dude re-
mixed that ad on radio of a guy who called his bossssssss.............
The one's who had made it lucky with the ladies where calling their wives
assuring them of the vigil they were attending that night. Vigil indeed as sm1
was bound to die.........

8. 9pm to 3am.................drink, telly, bar, anything to make me smile.

And the cycle would go on.

This all sounds so smoooth. Ofcourse there were bad times as well. Like the numerous times i went to my next door kiosk to ask for 20 thousand shillings after generously spending the night before.

There were those times when i didnt have any money on me but had piles of food and alcohol in the house.

The fact that i had no job would also bother me at times. How was i to spoil my first born french baby, and second borne mukiga baby with no job.

Then there were those bu-gals who wanted to make my house a place to get free drink and food on a daily. Atleast they would clean the house and the dishes.

And ofcourse browsing the net from home. Damn, that was the most expensive thing. Made me miss work and the free internet.

Otherwise it always felt so good moving around town in my jeans, tee shirt and boots on a wednesday afternoon and not a tie.

Friday was the best. No reports to present at the weekly operations meeting, but simply sleep with so much rock music pumping in my head.

I was leading a very good life that some of my unfocused friends thought of leaving their jobs too. I went thru hell trying to convince them not to.

But as that famous lines goes...........all good things come to an end. Am now at work.

And on a very sad note, ma housemate is resigning his job tomorrow. As i speak he is home now for the second day running with the excuse of being sick. Atleast he has another job coming his way but i think i played a role..........sob sob

GOOD BAD WEEK

2008-07-08T08:55:00.000-07:00

The month of June 2008 is one that i will leave to remember all my life. damn like is a b***h indeed.
I mean how can yu have the best and worst weekend of all your life. believe me it happened to me.
back to the month of June emphasis being on the last week. June 21st i invite my boys for a small drink at my house. small as i less than 5 crates of beer for 10 guys and 9 chics.
24th i go for Rock night in a long time and meet my favourite writer. meet my friend's chic for the 2nd time in life, be nice to her and she is impressed. Meet another female secie jazz her up and buddy's chics is getting jealous. I wonder why coz i dont think she would have offered what i wanted from fresh new chic.
Next thing i know buddy's chic and new chic are exchanging. I couldnt believe i could still spark a fight between two lovely chics. aaam, way too unattractive nowadays. By the way ive sparked fights before and am not proud of it.
Anyway chics later realise am not taking non home so they give up the fight.
Buddy's friend decides to find solace in her American friend. Goes ahead and introduces the dude. We be crazy with my boy and introduce yankee to some Ugandan madness. Guy is enjoying and later blunders. He refused to ululate. I hear thats for Africans. Poor thing didnt know that the previous laughing was to help us be as non-racist as possible. There and then he was asked to present his visa and work permit. Poor thing sweated like .....watever.
Buddy's chic sees this as an opportunity t repay me for earlier cruelty. Dude, she yells at me assuring me how mean i am. Assured me how we weren't going 2gether. Shit......p***y just went by just like that. Gave her her bag and what does she do puts it on a stool and asks for her drink.. Thank God am a changed man now. We dropped her off in Mutungo, drove to nt.....oh home and SLEPT MY BEER OFF.
Friday, work, more beer in the evening, saturday more beer. Three pretty chics for company and instead went off with my mom's(R.I.P) agemates till 5am. ( Thats for another day)

Saturde have to escort one of binge mates to officialy declare himself the official molester of some nice innocent chic. Remember we had slept in the morning. Thats for 2mrw.

To crown off my nice weekend, mine friend, brother, binge mate, look alike was pronounced missing reportedly drowned in Lake Victoria on saturde while on a family cruise.
R.I.P. PHILIP TENDO

AKON IN KLA

2008-05-12T07:12:00.000-07:00

This is one bloody show ill never forget.

Friday 09th May 2008. I woke up in very high spirits.
No i wasn't drunk. I dont go 4 rock night anymo as my
boss had started realising that my Friday input aint worth
my pay.
So on this particular Friday, i was in high moods as usual.
Got to work in my funny sky blue ''corporate'' shirt, wrote
my weekly report and by midday my work was over.
Time to start lounging.
My little cousin calls and reminds me of some senegalese
performing in town. The reminder was supposed to earn him free
beers from me .Check my wallet and i got money for only 20 beers
in my favourite kafunda in bugos.
One of my clients comes in and hands me 20k so i have 40 beers.
Not a bad start for a friday. I'll buy 20 beers, and my lounger friends
will continue from from there.
Time check 14.00hrs and my cousin calls to comfirm if am on the show!
Then some Doctor friend calls and tells me to pick my ka dime of 180thou.whoooooooa.(T.G.I.F)
Am now definately on for the show. Didnt see any better way to clear all this dime than going for tha show.
Rushed to town, picked the dimes, and as i was rushing back to offfice one of the usual loungers shakespeare gives me a buzz saying he is already in Lugogo getting blazyngoed for the show. Time check 16.00hrs.
Rushed to the nearest outlet and purchased my ticket.....can yu believe that?
Hit office, switched off my computer and then rushed to Lugogo.
Fisrt thing i saw was beer. I was too hungry to eat so i settled for a beer, and another, some bond 7, saw 2 lovely Ugandans made acquaintancesand later ordered drinks for them.
Its now getting dark and ma vision is blurred. One Ugandan looks fresher than the other so i settle for she. We drink, dance, talk and life is good for all of us.
She is rubbing her yu know wat on me and am enjoying. Some goon notices and decides to end my fun. He realised i had too much money to spend on booze yet his kids had no tuiton fees. On realising i had lost the money, i just kept quite as my fun wasn't meant to end here.Atleast i had beautiful Ugandan doing nice things to me.
Show was oba how? i dont remember except the part when Akon was right next to me. Guy is no different from me save for the weights of our wallets.
Show is over and i got only 30thou, my blazyngoes, and ofcourse beautiful Ugandan by my side.
Left for some Irish pub with the drunken loungers and beautiful one by my side.
Time check 4.00am and am too tired to pareeeeeeeee no more.
So i ask my lounger to drop us home. Got to my gate and i dont want any1 to share my bed with me. So i let my lounger celebrate with beautiful Ugandan.

If he got lucky i dont know but i woke up to a very rude text from beautiful ugandan and believe me i couldnt remenber meeting any1 by the name B***** at the show.

Right now am off booze till next Friday. Yu never know i may meet another beautiful Ugandan and this time i wont be so good to my friends.

yeah right

2008-05-06T06:44:00.000-07:00

Been very good at reading other people's stuff and
its now my turn to put down smthing for others to read.
Need i introduce my self?????? naaah, coz whoever is
looking at this page right now surely knows me.
One of my mentors i must admit is Antipop. damn this
lady doesnt only possess good looks but the brains too.
There yu go all yu people out there who think there are
no ladies that possess both good looks and brains. Put yo
money where yo mouths are. Me and her go along way and
all that she writes is true.
Enough of that garb. Dont have to be so boring on my first
day.
Didnt know writing would be this little interesting. Thought it
was a bore all thru.

Damn, its 7minutes to 5.00pm. I gat to go home. Oh oh no lies.
Got to go to my kafunda for a beer, supper then retire to my den
late in the night.