Maria left me. She did; sneaked and ran from me. You see me and Maria had history. I remember that first time we met in the shop on Ben Kiwanuka street, she shone like a star. Understand there were so many beautiful girls in the shop, all waiting for their suitor. Maria was beautiful, she had smooth looking black arms; her face adorned with subtle jewellery, she swept me off my feet.
She was a faithful friend. She was there with me when I joined campus, comforted me in that mean 1st year. She stayed with me through all the three years of campus- seeing my frustration, joy, peace, disappointment...she was there. She was always there.
When I left campus she never left me, sticking by me all the time. In exams, tests, PrimeTime, Dinners, Beach bashes- all of it, everything. She helped me wake up and read for tests and exams. With her I could never miss an appointment. She cared deeply for me.
But recently, she seemed to have gotten tired of me. She lost heart, like once or twice and everytime that happened I bought her a new heart. She attempted to cut off her arms, so I would not be able to hug her; but everytime she did, I bought her new arms...nothing would stop me from being with her forever.
However, even her smile faded; her gentle face became rough. Why? What had I done Maria? Yes, there were times those girls came into our lives, but I never accepted them, I wanted her only!
But today she decided to leave. She, who has all our memories , at least ever since I left secondary school. How could she leave? Maria!?
Today I thought she was with me when we were leaving Makerere but when I turned I did not see her. I turned back, walked all the way back looking for her but she was not to be found. How could she?
Maria left me guys and without her I cannot tell the time. I guess my only option is to find a girl like her, preferably from the Casio tribe.
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Monday, November 16, 2009
When the morning challenges your elation...
Generally, mornings choose when they will be good to you.
This particular morning, I woke up early enough. I woke up with a good feeling but more than I asked God to be the Don today over all my issues. However, it wasn't long after that that my morning decided acting weird towards me. I had to go early to office and finish up some work but as I walked away from home, I felt my pockets and did not feel my phone. I could not go to work without my phone, it was an important business medium for me and moreover today in particular.
So I head back home,go to the places I am sure I was before I left and try to find the phone. Bedroom, dining, living, quarters, back to the bedroom, living, dining, quarters....no phone. The clock was ticking. I should be frantic by now. I then remember, it was in a jacket...I go, by God's grace find it and leave the house again.
Phew! That episode could easily have cost me some joy and happiness but it didn't.
Now, at the office. I have a print job. However, before the printing, I must do some final editing. I do what I think is obvious and final and tell my baby printer to do her job. So I put on some tracks, bang my head to the beats, whistle and swagger to the rhythm, knowing all is well. Then half way through the job, I look at one of the pieces of work and notice an omission! A two-word omission! That should be no problem if I was printing for myself- I simply would have added the missing words with a pen but this is for an important client!
My head does a small tango with confusion and then I decide, I need to make the call. Thank God I had not forgotten the phone in the first place coz then I would have had to look for a payphone and I doubt there would be any at that time.
So I make the call, relay my predicament. The voice on the other side sounds dismayed-- WHAT???? YOU GOTTA PRINT NEW ONES!! Oh shucks! So, I have to go to Nasser, purchase paper and head back to office. All this time, I have two pending pieces of work, thankfully neither clients have called ---YET.
The sojourn to town lasted an hour and cost me 10k. So I head back to office. There, the cartridges seem to have issues. Time is going. Then UMEME does it's thing!! I might have lost my head there...but thankfully I wasn't printing at the time, I was still trying to fix the printer.
Generator goes on, I fix the printer and start the job again. The work is needed soon so I should normally be under pressure, however, something is right with me today.
A few copies are still printing (at the moment I wrote this) but thank God in all this time with all the opportunity to complain, I gave thanks and trusted God. Yeah, even that time when my face contorted itself, I still whispered an I thank you and acknowledged God is in control. God is the one in things, and I am his beloved therefore I am also in things.
I have learned a lesson for the morning-do not depend on your elation when you wake up, rather make a decision to let God deal with any unexpected stuff or surprises.
He is Lord of all.
BASELINE: Col 1:16,17 For all things were created in Him, the things in the heavens, and the things on the earth, the visible and the invisible, whether thrones or dominions or principalities or powers, all things were created through Him and for Him.And He is before all things, and by Him all things consist.
Joh 8:12 Then Jesus spoke again to them, saying, I am the Light of the world. He who follows Me shall not walk in darkness, but shall have the light of life.
This particular morning, I woke up early enough. I woke up with a good feeling but more than I asked God to be the Don today over all my issues. However, it wasn't long after that that my morning decided acting weird towards me. I had to go early to office and finish up some work but as I walked away from home, I felt my pockets and did not feel my phone. I could not go to work without my phone, it was an important business medium for me and moreover today in particular.
So I head back home,go to the places I am sure I was before I left and try to find the phone. Bedroom, dining, living, quarters, back to the bedroom, living, dining, quarters....no phone. The clock was ticking. I should be frantic by now. I then remember, it was in a jacket...I go, by God's grace find it and leave the house again.
Phew! That episode could easily have cost me some joy and happiness but it didn't.
Now, at the office. I have a print job. However, before the printing, I must do some final editing. I do what I think is obvious and final and tell my baby printer to do her job. So I put on some tracks, bang my head to the beats, whistle and swagger to the rhythm, knowing all is well. Then half way through the job, I look at one of the pieces of work and notice an omission! A two-word omission! That should be no problem if I was printing for myself- I simply would have added the missing words with a pen but this is for an important client!
My head does a small tango with confusion and then I decide, I need to make the call. Thank God I had not forgotten the phone in the first place coz then I would have had to look for a payphone and I doubt there would be any at that time.
So I make the call, relay my predicament. The voice on the other side sounds dismayed-- WHAT???? YOU GOTTA PRINT NEW ONES!! Oh shucks! So, I have to go to Nasser, purchase paper and head back to office. All this time, I have two pending pieces of work, thankfully neither clients have called ---YET.
The sojourn to town lasted an hour and cost me 10k. So I head back to office. There, the cartridges seem to have issues. Time is going. Then UMEME does it's thing!! I might have lost my head there...but thankfully I wasn't printing at the time, I was still trying to fix the printer.
Generator goes on, I fix the printer and start the job again. The work is needed soon so I should normally be under pressure, however, something is right with me today.
A few copies are still printing (at the moment I wrote this) but thank God in all this time with all the opportunity to complain, I gave thanks and trusted God. Yeah, even that time when my face contorted itself, I still whispered an I thank you and acknowledged God is in control. God is the one in things, and I am his beloved therefore I am also in things.
I have learned a lesson for the morning-do not depend on your elation when you wake up, rather make a decision to let God deal with any unexpected stuff or surprises.
He is Lord of all.
BASELINE: Col 1:16,17 For all things were created in Him, the things in the heavens, and the things on the earth, the visible and the invisible, whether thrones or dominions or principalities or powers, all things were created through Him and for Him.And He is before all things, and by Him all things consist.
Joh 8:12 Then Jesus spoke again to them, saying, I am the Light of the world. He who follows Me shall not walk in darkness, but shall have the light of life.
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Twitter menace?
There was a time I was such an introvert that I even kept away from social networking sites because I thought..what's the use? Anyhow, after getting myself onto blogger, i made a move to facebook- that thing people say is anti-Christ(nga they never say anti-Muhammad?)and well at the beginning it was a drag and then it became exciting; why? I could hook up with friends all over the world and exchange thoughts, discuss work, tease the girl who rejected me in s.3(that's a story i should tell, bambi her embarrassment these days) and lots of stuff.
However, I got to a point and well, I was content with facebook. I had the friends not too many-a manageable number; then I began to wonder, how about people with over 200 friends? How do they manage that number? I began worrying, thinking I had very few friends. Everyone else had over 200, me? A manageable number. Well while that was there, I had sworn not to join new social networking sites coz they just demand too much time notwithstanding the fact, I keep getting invitations from close people to join new ones but always declining them. I never knew that one day this kid sis of mine would convince me to join twitter. She was quite convincing "all you do is post status updates". So I thought, cool; none of that facebook stuff like tagging and pictures and stuff. So I signed up.
I liked it. I mean, all I do is post what I am doing or what I am thinking. Now one wonders why that would be important. Well, it's an easy way of communicating with many people at once without sending an email and all that techy redtape. Better still, the 27th Comrade pointed us to a 2299 thingy which made tweeting so addictive I couldn't get away.
However, there are repercussions. How come blogging is relegated to tweeting? Eh? One of the first things I check when I get to work is to check what's on twitter.com. I even relegated facebook. You see, twitter is just posting mere one or two lines; blogging is literature, art, beauty. Twitter had almost taken that away. I feel ashamed sometimes but then all is not so bad. If I were to count the number of tweets I have sent, they are around 700 which is a little over the word limit of a newspaper article. Much less than the number of words I have posted through my blog. And then some tweeples and tweepettes decide to take over and play kawuna on twitter- (bambi kid sis it's not nugu).
Anyway, besides that, I wonder sometimes, Christ was a social person. He loved people and talking with them and being with them. Do you ever think if He were in this generation, He would be on twitter or facebook? Just asking.......
I thought about leaving twitter but I gave it another try. So I am going to be nice to those who play kawuna on twitter and to blogger.
Otherwise seriously, a mouthpiece is not something that should be taken for granted. There is power in a mouthpiece. It proclaims good news. It gives warnings, advice, counsel.There is so much positive change you can cause with a mouthpiece.
In olden times, people had to run distances to give warnings, proclaim good news and all that stuff. They encountered dangers like storms, wild animals, robbers, all because they had to pass on a message. It was important to transmit that message, the message was more important than the messenger because his life was on the line for it.
Imagine then the power in twitter, facebook, blogger, wordpress when you have a message to transmit, especially when it's a good message, especially when it's the good message? It's not something that can be taken for granted. Thank God for this technology and for the good that it can do.
BASELINE: Proverbs 13:17 A wicked messenger falls into mischief, but a faithful ambassador is health.
Pro 25:13 Like cold snow in the time of harvest, so is a faithful messenger to his senders; for he makes return to his master's soul.
However, I got to a point and well, I was content with facebook. I had the friends not too many-a manageable number; then I began to wonder, how about people with over 200 friends? How do they manage that number? I began worrying, thinking I had very few friends. Everyone else had over 200, me? A manageable number. Well while that was there, I had sworn not to join new social networking sites coz they just demand too much time notwithstanding the fact, I keep getting invitations from close people to join new ones but always declining them. I never knew that one day this kid sis of mine would convince me to join twitter. She was quite convincing "all you do is post status updates". So I thought, cool; none of that facebook stuff like tagging and pictures and stuff. So I signed up.
I liked it. I mean, all I do is post what I am doing or what I am thinking. Now one wonders why that would be important. Well, it's an easy way of communicating with many people at once without sending an email and all that techy redtape. Better still, the 27th Comrade pointed us to a 2299 thingy which made tweeting so addictive I couldn't get away.
However, there are repercussions. How come blogging is relegated to tweeting? Eh? One of the first things I check when I get to work is to check what's on twitter.com. I even relegated facebook. You see, twitter is just posting mere one or two lines; blogging is literature, art, beauty. Twitter had almost taken that away. I feel ashamed sometimes but then all is not so bad. If I were to count the number of tweets I have sent, they are around 700 which is a little over the word limit of a newspaper article. Much less than the number of words I have posted through my blog. And then some tweeples and tweepettes decide to take over and play kawuna on twitter- (bambi kid sis it's not nugu).
Anyway, besides that, I wonder sometimes, Christ was a social person. He loved people and talking with them and being with them. Do you ever think if He were in this generation, He would be on twitter or facebook? Just asking.......
I thought about leaving twitter but I gave it another try. So I am going to be nice to those who play kawuna on twitter and to blogger.
Otherwise seriously, a mouthpiece is not something that should be taken for granted. There is power in a mouthpiece. It proclaims good news. It gives warnings, advice, counsel.There is so much positive change you can cause with a mouthpiece.
In olden times, people had to run distances to give warnings, proclaim good news and all that stuff. They encountered dangers like storms, wild animals, robbers, all because they had to pass on a message. It was important to transmit that message, the message was more important than the messenger because his life was on the line for it.
Imagine then the power in twitter, facebook, blogger, wordpress when you have a message to transmit, especially when it's a good message, especially when it's the good message? It's not something that can be taken for granted. Thank God for this technology and for the good that it can do.
BASELINE: Proverbs 13:17 A wicked messenger falls into mischief, but a faithful ambassador is health.
Pro 25:13 Like cold snow in the time of harvest, so is a faithful messenger to his senders; for he makes return to his master's soul.
Monday, November 09, 2009
Resurrection
I love the word resurrection. In fact I love words that have a re- at the start. Renewal, Revival, Reignition. Basically in life, sometimes fuel reserves run out and the engine goes cold. So, when an engine goes cold it must be fired up again, reignited. Thank God for re-.
Anyhow, most of y'all know I was down for sometime- yeah, my energy reserves had run low and I wasn't recharging hence the breakdown and subsequent drastic solutions. Given 3 units of human chlorophyll plus lots of water and morphine.
I knew morphine was narcotic but I no longer believe it. You see in those times when the pain has exceeded my capacity to hide it, only a strong drug can calm me down. Usually it is one called pethidine. I love pethidine, coz it has a floaty feeling. It stings you and then gives you wings, kind of like how they say Red Bull does. But this time I only got one sting then they put me on morphine. Morphine does nadda. It comes from behind and drugs you. You don't even see it coming. However it puts you sleep still.
Sorry about the rant...but how does one get addicted on something they don't sense? I couldn't see morphine coming but I could see pethidine. I think it is easier to get addicted to the latter, nont that I am addicted.
So anyway I was admitted, but this time I had really been a bad boy. Aunt told me I had never gotten a transfusion since I was 2 and they blamed it on my eating habits and lack of rest. Yeah, they blame it on Chicken Tonight. Chicken Tonight gives me the illusion that I have eaten enough for the day so I rarely take breakfast and supper. You see one time even my aunt complained that I no longer eat at home. She must have been wondering whether I had a woman.
And then Pastor Joseph Prince advised one time if we do not get enough rest, we usually find ourselves resting along with many other people in a large room. Yep, that happened to me.
Well, as I was there, death came just on the next bed; a lady passed away after fighting for her life unsuccesfully. I heard the doctors fidgeting with Oxygen and stuff and trying to keep her alive, she was moaning at the time. When she stopped, I knew. Immediately after that, wails and sobs and shrieks. There was something dark about the atmosphere. I think I lost a tear in the process.
But people showed me love, I appreciated that and the fact that I am not alone. I got friends. The guy over at Sleek and Wild, The Rogue King, The Rising Page, Darlyne, Streetsider, Heaven of the Fluorescent,Johnny23, Normzo, Sibo, Rhinorck, all the guys at BASIC Family, the delightful UgandanGirl, my family, my friends, even relatives lol....so many guys said a prayer for me and that means a lot. Thanks everyone and God bless you.
Otherwise, I have resurrected. Been told to eat like a pig and drink like a fish so donations are most welcome. I thank God for life coz people, don't take it for granted. It is a blessing just to breathe and have no pain in your body. Gove God the Glory.
Otherwise, it's time for Christmas. Peace to all.
BASELINE:And this is the record, that God hath given to us eternal life, and this life is in his Son. (1 John 5:11)
Anyhow, most of y'all know I was down for sometime- yeah, my energy reserves had run low and I wasn't recharging hence the breakdown and subsequent drastic solutions. Given 3 units of human chlorophyll plus lots of water and morphine.
I knew morphine was narcotic but I no longer believe it. You see in those times when the pain has exceeded my capacity to hide it, only a strong drug can calm me down. Usually it is one called pethidine. I love pethidine, coz it has a floaty feeling. It stings you and then gives you wings, kind of like how they say Red Bull does. But this time I only got one sting then they put me on morphine. Morphine does nadda. It comes from behind and drugs you. You don't even see it coming. However it puts you sleep still.
Sorry about the rant...but how does one get addicted on something they don't sense? I couldn't see morphine coming but I could see pethidine. I think it is easier to get addicted to the latter, nont that I am addicted.
So anyway I was admitted, but this time I had really been a bad boy. Aunt told me I had never gotten a transfusion since I was 2 and they blamed it on my eating habits and lack of rest. Yeah, they blame it on Chicken Tonight. Chicken Tonight gives me the illusion that I have eaten enough for the day so I rarely take breakfast and supper. You see one time even my aunt complained that I no longer eat at home. She must have been wondering whether I had a woman.
And then Pastor Joseph Prince advised one time if we do not get enough rest, we usually find ourselves resting along with many other people in a large room. Yep, that happened to me.
Well, as I was there, death came just on the next bed; a lady passed away after fighting for her life unsuccesfully. I heard the doctors fidgeting with Oxygen and stuff and trying to keep her alive, she was moaning at the time. When she stopped, I knew. Immediately after that, wails and sobs and shrieks. There was something dark about the atmosphere. I think I lost a tear in the process.
But people showed me love, I appreciated that and the fact that I am not alone. I got friends. The guy over at Sleek and Wild, The Rogue King, The Rising Page, Darlyne, Streetsider, Heaven of the Fluorescent,Johnny23, Normzo, Sibo, Rhinorck, all the guys at BASIC Family, the delightful UgandanGirl, my family, my friends, even relatives lol....so many guys said a prayer for me and that means a lot. Thanks everyone and God bless you.
Otherwise, I have resurrected. Been told to eat like a pig and drink like a fish so donations are most welcome. I thank God for life coz people, don't take it for granted. It is a blessing just to breathe and have no pain in your body. Gove God the Glory.
Otherwise, it's time for Christmas. Peace to all.
BASELINE:And this is the record, that God hath given to us eternal life, and this life is in his Son. (1 John 5:11)
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